Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2785

Chapter 2785: Battle of Words

Asterion bowed slightly, as if showing the illustrious guest of the Immortal Flame manor respect. Then, he straightened and gave Nephis a challenging look.

She regarded him evenly, white sparks dancing in her eyes.

The people gathered in the hall, meanwhile, all looked at him with burning intensity. Some seemed curious, while some were wary — none remained indifferent, though, focusing all their attention on the newly arrived Supreme.

Asterion chuckled quietly.

"The purpose of this esteemed gathering, if I were so bold as to wager a guess, seems to be a discussion regarding none other than me. So, I’ve decided to save you all the trouble of having to wonder about my intentions, and come to dispel whatever doubts you might have."

Walking forward, he gave the nearest guests a pleasant look.

"Is no one going to offer me a seat?"

An entire row of chairs in front of him instantly emptied, the people scrambling to get away.

Asterion took a seat directly across the table from Nephis, crossed his legs, then straightened his robe and folded his hands neatly on his knee. Finally, he looked up and gave her a friendly smile.

"That’s better, isn’t it?"

With the empty space around him and the wary gazes aimed at him, Asterion looked like he was being ostracized by the best and brightest of humanity... like he did not belong between these walls, or maybe anywhere at all. However, even if that sense of alienation bothered him, he did not let it show.

Nephis studied him for a while. Then, a faint smile twisted her lips, as well.

"It is better, yes."

With that, she took a seat, as well, leaning back to regard the deathly quiet hall.

Hidden in the corridor behind the closed doors, Sunny paled.

’...Crap.’

It would have been better if she had scowled, pursed her lips, or even set the table on fire. Then he would have known that Nephis was greatly dissatisfied. But that calm smile of hers was a far more frightening omen. It meant that she was prepared for battle.

All the careful plans they had laid out could go up in flames if Nephis decided that there was no point in playing games with Asterion, especially not if he was the one making up the rules.

Sunny turned to Cassie once more.

"Can you... calm her down?"

Cassie raised an eyebrow.

"The entire problem is that she is too calm. What do you expect me to do?"

Sunny cursed quietly.

For now, all he could do was wait and trust that Nephis would win the verbal battle against Asterion... or at least that she would care to win, as opposed to saying what she considered right, come what may.

In the hall, Nephis spoke evenly:

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