Soon enough, Sunny found himself hiding in the shadows of a spacious chamber on one of the upper floors of the Mainmast Pagoda, not far below Jet’s private garden. Jet herself was leaning back on a chair, looking out the window with a relaxed expression on her pale, beautiful face.
There was a knock on the door, and a few moments later, it opened, revealing a few familiar faces.
Naeve, Bloodwave, and Aether — the last Saints of the fallen House of Nights. Sunny did not know the last one personally, but he had heard a lot of good things about the outstanding young man, who used to be the most promising scion of a Great Clan once.
Well... technically speaking, Saint Aether wasn’t that young anymore. If he was considered young, then so was Sunny, and Sunny did not feel like a young man at all. If anything, he felt ancient. He felt way too old to be dealing with all this crap.
’Ah, I suddenly feel for the captain of the Homicide Division, back in Mirage City...’
His questionable relationship with age was probably the consequence of living seven lives at the same time and containing a legion of dead shadows in his soul.
That, and the countless forgotten years he had spent in the Tomb of Ariel.
In any case, the House of Night had been absorbed into the government and was now a part of its forces. So, these three proud Legacy Saints were Jet’s subordinates — which was a good thing, considering that they were the best candidates to solve the riddle that Weaver had left in the night sky.
There were other surviving members of the House of Night bearing the title of Nightwalkers, but none were as powerful and knowledgeable as these three.
Jet smiled.
"Gentlemen. Please, have a seat."
They must have witnessed the celestial conflagration that had happened earlier, so there was little point in postponing the discussion. Sunny barely suppressed his curiosity... but before Jet could broach the topic, Bloodwave asked in a somber tone:
"Is it true, Soul Reaper?"
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What, exactly, are you talking about?"
The three Saints glanced at each other. Eventually, it was Naeve who spoke, his voice just as grim as his uncle’s.
"That monster, Mordret of Nowhere. Are the rumors true? He is a Supreme now, and Lady Nephis struck a deal with him?"
The rumors seemed to have reached the Night Garden, already. Hidden in the shadows, Sunny sighed.
He himself was uncomfortable with the uneasy alliance between the Human Domain and Mordret. Few people trusted the King of Nothing... but no one had suffered from his wicked ways like the surviving members of the House of Night had.
So, it was only natural that they would be unhappy with the news of his ascension to the throne of Supremacy, let alone of the deal between him and Changing Star.
Jet studied the Saints of Night with a neutral expression, then shrugged.
"It’s true."
They were dismayed. Even Aether, who usually maintained nearly flawless decorum, allowed emotion to show on his face.
"How can this be?"
The air in the room had turned noticeably chilly and heavy with tension.
Jet let out a long sigh, then looked at them with a dark expression.
"Why, what did you want her to do?"


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