Shadow Slave

Chapter 1877: Secrets of Past Chapter 1877: Secrets of Past

Sunny glanced at the valiant man, Sir Gilead, from behind his mask.

Honestly, Summer Knight was not that bad. Back in the Nightmare Desert, he took Morgan away and left the rest of them behind — but before that, he had given away his most precious Memories to Nephis, hoping to help her conquer the Third Nightmare.

He had been reluctant to abandon her and her companions, but his duty had demanded for Morgan to be saved at all costs.

Sunny didn't know what to think of the man.

On one hand, Summer Knight was quite likable — even admirable, in many ways. He was a benevolent warrior who valued loyalty above all else.

On the other hand, that devotion of his made Sunny feel uneasy. He had a personal issue with the concept, and more than that… loyalty was usually seen as a noble virtue, but considering that the subject of Gilead's loyalty was the King of Swords, was it really?

What did it say about Summer Knight that he had chosen to serve a lord like that faithfully?

Sunny often found himself wanting to think about Sir Gilead in the same manner he thought about Harus, the zealous servant of the ruler of the Bright Castle. However, he never quite managed to draw a parallel between the two — no matter how many times he tried, they just felt too different from each other.

So, he was conflicted.

As Sunny was considering the matter, Sir Gilead looked at him once more.

"Can you ask you a question, Lord Shadow?"

Sunny shrugged indifferently.

"You certainly can."

Summer Knight turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

"I heard that you had refused the invitation of Clan Song. However, you did not refuse Lady Nephis, and came to fight under the banner of the Sword Domain with her. I must admit that I am curious as to why."

Sunny traced his gaze and saw a white flash illuminate the world far in the distance. Nephis was unleashing her flames somewhere out there, on the battlefield.

He grinned behind the mask.

His voice was emotionless when he spoke:

"I thought that if it's Changing Star, she would win."

Sir Gilead smiled and drank more water.

"She does have a habit of making impossible things possible. Just like her father."

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

You

Summer Knight chuckled.

died shortly after I became a Sleeper — but, before that, he was somewhat of

smile appeared

to admire him more after hearing stories told by those who had met him.Many of the older retainers of Clan Valor had a good relationship with Broken Sword and Smile

He sighed.

to them in the end… but they would

looked at him

even Sunny himself did not know that. He was only sure that the

it. After all, he would have indeed been a teenager when

else about what

a little

"Practically grew up together?"

Gilear seemed confused by the question

rest. Lord Valor and Immortal Flame were patriarchs of two such families, so their

He smiled.

about the mischief the two of them got up to. Of course… listening to his stories is not for

silent

see. Thanks for the

parents had been the most distinguished champions

about the Sovereigns as real people, if at all. It was strange to imagine that

Not only had the Sovereigns killed their comrade and tried to hunt down his descendant, but

gone, by then. Still, it seemed like an

the hell

made sense that Saint Jest would have known the future King of Swords since childhood — he had been a member of the cohort led by the founder of Clan Valor,

Sword and Smile of Heaven, as

about how Broken Sword had died,

little grim behind

Cassie were determined to investigate the Sovereigns to learn their Flaws. Getting to the bottom of the Immortal Flame clan's fall was not directly

them, and even

amicable older gentleman would be inclined to share what he

'How troublesome.'

a sigh and

to pull more information out of

the Lord of Shadows — which was reasonable. A man who put so much value in loyalty had to have

Sunny could not appear too eager to learn the secrets of the King of Swords. Gilead's convictions might have been naive, but the man himself was no fool. He was carefully scrutinizing his every word, no doubt, evaluating how dependable