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.

don't need to be concerned, Saint Naeve. It is just

that minor. He commended Naeve for being able to sense Mordret's machinations when no one else had… however, the Nightwalker was too naive to think that his attempts to assemble allies to resist

explanation for why Naeve had

one of his trusted allies — or a few — were Mordret's vessels. He had used Naeve and other asylum-seekers to

deal depended on how invested Mordret was in wreaking

Sunny shifted slightly.

shouldn't be his main

screams grew silent

walked in. Her hands were wet with blood… and she was carrying a severed head in

Naeve paled.

"W—why…"

him a short glance, then looked

That man simply felt mischievous, it seems. The damage was… minimal. The watchers did not fail — it was just that the screening took too long. Those who remain in the waking world

few

have a lot

Morgan dropped the severed head on the floor near

pain evident

"I apologize, Your Majesty."

they have some kind of way to tell

apprehensive, because

at least imprison him. The Prince of Nothing was nearly immortal — at the very least, Sunny knew of no way to extinguish

not die ran the risk of ending up suffering eternal torment. While beings like Mordret — and Nephis to a lesser extent — could fear death less than most

could be exploited to

Anvil sighed and leaned back. He seemed to

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

thought, the

However, it was still a beneficial development overall — they needed Anvil and

actions

in guiding naval convoys across the ocean, for example. Without the Nightwalkers, the connections between the Quadrants would become much more tenuous. How was the government going

the government going to do now that the demise of the House of Night had demonstrated

were more

and looked at

of Swords contemplating the

Somehow, he doubted it.

shifted his gaze and looked at