Shadow Slave

'Now this... is interesting.'

Sunny was stealthily making his way to the isolated inner courtyard of the port fortress. His shadows were on the move, too...

The one who had been observing the battle against the horde of Nightmare Creatures was flying across the battered surface of the wall, not paying any attention to the flashes of firing armaments. The one who had been hiding among the refugees had left them behind, approaching the courtyard from the other direction.

The one that had been spying on Morgan hid itself within Cassie's shadow, and the one that had been following Nephis remained within hers.

Currently, all of them were converging on a single point.

In the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by a wide ring of empty space, a long figure stood as numerous soldiers and Awakened aimed their weapons at it.

Intricate armor of black steel, a beautiful face framed by curls of raven-black hair... and vivid, vibrant vermilion eyes.

It was... Morgan.

'Don't tell me...'

As the real Morgan emerged from the gates of the stronghold in the company of Madoc and Cassie, the soldiers that were aiming at the invader looked at her with wide eyes.

They must have realized that the creature standing in front of them was not the real Princess of War... and yet, seeing the two identical young women stare at each other was an eerie experience.

The real Morgan gritted her teeth in contempt.

...The reflection perfectly mirrored her expression.

And that was what the lone figure was - a creature created by Mordret from a piece of his soul, similar to how he had created the Mirror Beast.

The real Morgan's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, but the reflection was holding a black lacquered box in its, instead.

and enchanted weapons aimed at

courtyard and stopped, looking at the bizarre scene with a reserved expression. Sunny had appeared from the

is that crazy

everyone gathered in the courtyard - the mundane soldiers and

Mordret among them right now, somewhere,

the reflection tilted its head a little,

you wear that face,

face was a mask of

Instead, it smiled pleasantly, then bowed, and gently placed the lacquered

and spoke, its voice indistinguishable

for my dear

its smile widened a

soon. I missed... you

suddenly disappeared from where she had stood. Her speed was too great for the mundane soldiers and the Awakened warriors to trace with their

most how terribly dangerous these creatures were, so Sunny expected to see a tremendously destructive fight. He even prepared to retreat...

because Madoc intervened. Instead, it was simply because the reflection did not

as Morgan's sword pierced the breastplate of the black armor and

thin cracks appeared on the skin of the reflection. Morgan's eyes widened slightly as she watched the perfect copy of

of Mordret's Reflections was

frown only

a

a message in and of itself. It was as

a message, too. Mordret was hinting that this was

message was the black

for my dear sister. Come soon,

was

However...