Shadow Slave

Chapter 1863 Repercussions Naeve had not finished his tale yet when Anvil finally showed a reaction. Before, he sat motionlessly, looking at the kneeling Saint with a cold and heavy expression. His steely eyes remained calm — Sunny expected the king to display some kind of emotion at the mention of his son, but there was no change.

Now, however, he finally moved. All Anvil did was give Morgan a glance, but she suddenly cursed and dashed out of the room.

For a few moments, the stone chamber was enveloped by silence. Naeve looked at the king tensely, not sure what was going on.

Anvil studied him for a bit before saying evenly:

"That is enough. I understand what happened now."

Sunny was leaning on a wall with his arms crossed. He did not turn his head to look at Cassie, but spoke in his mind:

[There are no mirrors on the Ivory Island, are there?]

Her response came a few moments later.

[There are. However, the entire island is protected against that man with special enchantments. The royals themselves set them up… Valor has been preparing to deal with Mordret for a long time, so they have developed many measures.]

Sunny was somewhat relieved. However, he knew that those measures could not be universal — since the members of the royal clan had to be personally involved, inscribing the warding enchantments had to be an expensive and intricate endeavor.

[Make sure that those Fire Keepers that are in the camp remain on the island, then. Those of them who had been with Nephis in the jungle should not try to come back for now, either.]

His original body was already making sure that Aiko did not leave the Marvelous Mimic.

Sunny knew Mordret too well, so he had a good idea about what would happen next.

And indeed, before too long, they heard a cacophony of screams.

The king did not give any of them permission to leave, and Sunny did not want to expose how vast the reach of his shadow sense was. So, none of them moved.

Only Naeve seemed to flinch.

"Your Majesty, what is…"

However, Anvil silenced him with a heavy gaze.

Finally, there was a hint of emotion in his eyes…

That emotion was cold, smoldering wrath.

need to be concerned, Saint Naeve. It is just a

else had… however, the Nightwalker was too naive to think

was only one explanation for why Naeve had been allowed

vessels. He had used Naeve and other asylum-seekers to carry him across the Dream Gate and bring him to

depended on how

Sunny shifted slightly.

be his main

screams grew

or two later, the doors opened, and Morgan walked in. Her hands were wet with blood… and she was carrying a severed head in one

Naeve paled.

"W—why…"

him a short glance, then looked at her

seems. The damage was… minimal. The watchers did not fail — it was just that the screening took

lingered for a few moments, then

a lot to say,

the severed head on the floor near

hint of pain evident on his own. Then,

"I apologize, Your Majesty."

they have some kind of way to tell which

a little apprehensive,

at the very

could not die ran the risk of ending up suffering eternal torment. While beings like Mordret — and Nephis to a

strength could be exploited

throne, Anvil sighed and leaned back.

implications of Mordret's entering the board. Which were honestly quite shocking... he had expected some kind of diabolical stunt from the banished prince, but the bastard still managed to

thought, the more somber

the war in Godgrave was already bad enough. The Sword Army would be inevitably weakened, making things harder for him, Nephis, and Cassie. However, it was still a beneficial development overall — they needed Anvil and Ki Song to grind each other down in a prolonged conflict, after all. It wouldn't do for the King of Swords to gain an easy

that Mordret's actions would have for those who were not

would become much more

the House of Night had demonstrated the kind of fate that

were more

quietly and

of Swords contemplating the same

Somehow, he doubted it.

his gaze