Hidden in the shadows beyond the hall, Sunny studied the reactions of the people gathered inside. He was concerned that they would be rattled by Asterion’s question, but his worries turned out to be unfounded.
If anything, the champions of the Human Domain seemed confused. Some of them were even offended, looking at the Dreamspawn with dark expressions... others — those who had known him and suffered at his hands in the past — regarded him with cold hostility.
Nightwalker was simply staring at the man who had condemned him to the endless torment of the Eternal City silently, a murderous kind of calmness churning in his bright silver eyes.
...But, nonetheless, the question had been asked. And even if the people gathered in the Immortal Flame manor disagreed with its implication, the seed of doubt had already been planted into their minds.
How had Changing Star come to rule the world?
She had inherited the heroic mantle of her storied family, true. She earned fame and renown with astonishing feats of her own, as well. Before the war, she was the only one who dared to voice her opposition to the militant stance of the Sovereigns. During the war, she once again defied them by changing the course of the battle at Godheart and sparing countless soldiers from gruesome deaths.
And finally, she rose in rebellion against the Sovereigns and vanquished them by rising to the throne Supremacy herself, thus ending the war.
In the years since, she pushed humanity forward and guided it faithfully toward salvation, her fiery blade and her healing flames saving numerous lives. Her reputation was stellar, and the story of her brilliant life was awe-inspiring.
She was like a living goddess, igniting the hearts of mankind with hope and desire to live, struggle, and strive.
But...
There was also no denying the fact that, in large part, she had become the ruler of humanity simply by virtue of being the only one left standing at the end of the war. There were no Supremes left to claim the throne, except for Changing Star... she had killed them all.
Or rather, there had not been.
There was the King of Nothing now. There was the Dreamspawn, as well.
So wouldn’t it only be reasonable to ask if one of them was more suited for the crown?
Sunny could feel that, even if most champions of the Human Domain found the notion preposterous and distasteful, some did look at Nephis as if seeing her in a new light.
’Damn it.’
He studied them with a dark expression, wondering how she would react. Asterion seemed to be targeting her credibility, but what he was truly after was harming her image... harming that idea of Changing Star that existed in the minds of her subjects.
So, if her answer was overly defensive or too aggressive, too callous or not firm enough — anything but flawless — he would succeed in dealing her a blow.
And Sunny could easily imagine Neph giving a heated answer from beneath her usual mask of calm poise, thus helping Asterion achieve just that. After all, she could be quite arrogant at times. She cared little about weakness, expecting everyone to be as strong and wilful as she was — or rather, caring only for those who aspired to be.
And indeed, Nephis regarded Asterion with a cold expression for a while, doing her best to hide her smoldering wrath.
Then, however, she did something that Sunny did not expect.
Instead of answering the Dreamspawn, she turned her head slightly and looked at someone sitting on the western side of the vast round table.
"Saint Nightingale. Would you be so kind?"
Kai, who had been there listening somberly, did not respond for a few moments.
Then, he smiled slowly.
"Naturally."
He regarded the champions of the Human Domain and said in a calm, clear voice:


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