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.

be concerned, Saint Naeve.

He commended Naeve for being able to sense Mordret's machinations when no one else had… however, the Nightwalker

one explanation for why Naeve had

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

extent of damage he would deal depended on how invested Mordret was in wreaking havoc

Sunny shifted slightly.

shouldn't be his

indeed, the screams grew silent

wet with blood… and she was carrying a severed head in one

Naeve paled.

"W—why…"

him a short glance, then looked at

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 are already being checked,

lingered for a few moments, then

a lot to

near Naeve.

studied the dead face silently, a hint of pain evident on his own. Then, he bowed his

"I apologize, Your Majesty."

way to tell which

apprehensive,

him. The Prince of Nothing was nearly immortal — at the very least,

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 people, they also had a good

could be exploited

sighed and leaned back. He seemed to be contemplating

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

more Sunny thought, the

was still a beneficial development overall — they needed Anvil and Ki

were the repercussions that Mordret's actions would have

the connections between the Quadrants would become much more tenuous. How was the government going to deliver Sleepers to the Awakened Academy next year? How would resources be shared between the

of the House of Night had demonstrated the kind of

were more questions

sighed quietly and

King of Swords contemplating the same problems Sunny

Somehow, he doubted it.

his gaze