Shadow Slave

Chapter 1867 Quid Pro Quo There were a few moments of silence after Morgan's remark. Wake of Ruin studied her intently, then scoffed.

"You can't be serious…"

The slight smile lingered on Morgan's face for a bit, then disappeared without a trace. The hint of levity was also gone from her eyes, leaving behind only cold intensity. Suddenly, the entire chamber felt drowned in a sense of eerie sharpness, as if every edge and surface here suddenly come to possess a keen edge.

A few of the mundane members of the government elite paled.

Morgan sighed deeply.

"Why can't I be serious? If anything, it seems to me that you are the one who is failing to comprehend the reality of your situation, venerable Saint Cor."

She slowly looked at the faces of the high administrators of the government and said, her voice devoid of any amusement:

"The House of Night has been consumed by Song. Their Citadels are conquered, their rulers are dead, and the corpses of their Saints are being worn like suits by a deranged monster. That is what fate has in store for those who foolishly hope to cling to a pretence of neutrality in the war between my house and the Queen of Worms."

She smiled darkly and added in a voice as calm as it was sharp:

"You must have already asked yourself this question… what happens to us now that Ki Song has shown her willingness to stop at nothing to win this war? The House of Night had refused to take a side, and in the end, the choice was made for them. Do you really think that the same won't happen to you? What makes you confident that you won't be next to be destroyed by her?"

Wake of Ruin lingered with the answer, as if unsure what to say. His expression was dark.

Morgan shook her head with contempt.

"Those who can't keep up with the current of time will be drowned by it. You are already a step behind, and you already don't have a choice. Your neutrality is a thing of the past — now, it is hypocrisy at best, and incompetence at worst. The Great Clans might have started the war, but that doesn't mean that others can escape it. The fate of humanity will be decided by who claims victory in Godgrave, and that means your fates, too. At the end of the day, the only thing you can decide is which side to submit to."

The old man glared at her. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he spat angrily:

"And whose fault is…"

However, a calm voice interrupted him.

Soul Reaper Jet, who had remained silent all that time, finally spoke.

assigning blame, Saint

at the chillingly

was more than a little bit sinister, but it was also formidable. Above else, she was

did not know Soul Reaper well, but they had fought side by side in the Battle of the Black Skull and

Jet was... sensible.

to echo her thoughts, the icy woman

as having to support someone, though. After all, it is the Sovereigns who find

smiled coldly and

why should we choose to support Valor instead of Song? After all… the odds seem to be against the Sword Domain,

Morgan reciprocated the smile.

'Sensible, indeed.'

was almost as if Jet had expected this to happen. Maybe she had — it wasn't hard to guess what Valor's next

and what

for a while, then leaned back

people. Thank you, Lady Morgan.

Morgan smiled.

with the person who is marching on Bastion right now. You know what he is capable of, and that he is not burdened by matters of morality, compassion, or human decency. There are millions of people living in Bastion — I can defend the castle, but I can't protect the city beyond alone. Saint Athena, you've spent the last four years living there. Are you really comfortable sitting back and doing nothing while that person has been

her a dark stare,

leaders of the government were

did not

and compassion, but fine. That is indeed a viable reason, albeit

at Saint Thane, the Dream Merchant — the flamboyant Transcendent of ambiguous inclinations who sat next to

us hide the departure of the Ivory Island from Bastion before. Considering that, Clan Song might have already assumed that the government is allying itself with the Sword Domain… who's to say that they aren't preparing measures to punish you all for that perceived sleight as we speak? Since you are already under threat of being punished for the crime

Thane's heavily mascaraed and

had leverage because of the assassination

Morgan shrugged nonchalantly.

did happen,

indignant Saint a smile, she looked back to Soul Reaper Jet and

is that I have something