Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2787

Nephis and Asterion had exchanged blows, but these first attacks were merely meant to probe the opponent's defenses. Now that they had tested the waters, the real clash was about to begin.

"...The Star of Ruin."

Asterion's word hung in the air, causing some of the gathered champions to glance furtively at Nephis. She did not show any particular reaction, though, simply continuing to look at Asterion evenly.

In the silence, one of the guests — a Saint of the Fourth Generation — spoke in an indignant tone:

"You are going too far, Lord Asterion! Lady Nephs has never been anything but a stellar example of what Awakened are meant to be!"

A few others grumbled in solidarity.

“You have a peculiar definition of tyranny, my lord."

"Possessing strength and only possessing strength are not at all the same thing!"

“Our lady might be younger than some, but her accomplishments speak for themselves."

Asterion lingered for a moment, then turned to look at the last person to speak.

“Oh? And what are her accomplishments, exactly? Tell me, please — I am quite an accomplished man myself, after all. I was among the first Awakened to ever become Saints. I was among those who first became Supreme, as well. While the Star of Ruin did... what? Conquered the Second Nightmare as a Sleeper? Attained Supremacy while escaping the dangers of the Nightmare Spell? Both are impressive feats, no doubt. But why does it sound like she simply did something that someone else had already done, just in a flashier manner?" The person scoffed.

"Ridiculous..."

Another rose from their seat.

“What are you even talking about?! From the very start, Lady Nephis has been a beacon of hope for humans! Even as a Sleeper on the Forgotten Shore, she was already a champion and a savior!"

Nephis did not even need to say anything, because her silence spoke louder than words. The people of her Domain were burning with an ardent desire to defend her honor, anyway.

But Sunny suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

‘Something... is not quite right.'

In the spacious hall, Asterion smiled faintly. Then, he tilted his head a little.

"The Forgotten Shore? Ah, I've heard all about her accomplishments there."

He glanced at Nephis, his expression turning concerned.

“From what I hear, more than a thousand Sleepers resided on the Forgotten Shore when she arrived. But by the time she was done with them, barely a hundred had survived the slaughter."

Asterion turned suddenly to Kai.

“Tell me, Saint Nightingale. Am I lying?"

Not receiving an answer, he sighed.

“A savior? Well, possibly... then again, possibly she simply used the corpses of those poor children to pave a path to salvation for herself. It was just that she failed to walk it, in the end. Who's to say?"

Asterion shook his head.

“Ah, but it doesn't really matter if she callously indoctrinated them into becoming sacrificial lambs, does it? What matters is the result of her radiant leadership. A mere hundred. A survival rate of less than ten percent... it's difficult to call that a resounding success, I'd say."

Sunny pursed his lips.

Asterion was painting a bleak picture... but he wasn't really lying. In fact, he was mostly telling the truth.

Suddenly, a disturbing suspicion took root in Sunny's mind.

Asterion, meanwhile, squinted a little.

Her hand trembled a little.

Sunny studied Cassie somberly. It was peculiar to see her in such a state, but he belatedly understood the reason.

By entering the hall, Cassie would be facing Asterion for the first time since he brutalized her during the ambush. Her mind was immensely strong... but the body had a way of remembering trauma.

Sunny wanted to say something, but held himself back. Cassie had her pride, as well. She did not need his pity — only his support.

Exhaling slowly, Cassie opened the door and entered the hall. She walked toward Neph's chair with confident steps and stopped behind it.

Nephis did not turn around. Instead, she glanced at Asterion and continued calmly:

“That said. Those who did survive by following me to the Crimson Spire — the valiant men and women whom you besmirched by calling them sacrificial lambs — still follow me to this day. The Fire Keepers are here. The members of my cohort are here, as well. Song of the Fallen, Nightingale, Raised by Wolver, Soul Reaper Jet."

Her gaze turned cold.

“A member of my cohort has never died. They are all still alive, serving humanity as some of its most fearsome warriors. That is a one hundred percent survival rate, Dreamspawn. In that regard... what do you have to say for yourself? How many members of your own cohort still live?"

Neph's expression followed her gaze. Her even voice resounded in the vast hall, spreading far and wide even though she was not speaking that loudly.

"Smile of Heaven. Broken Sword. Iron Heart. Ravensong. Everyone who has ever relied on you as a comrade is dead. So... do you really want to lecture me about results?"

Asterion grinned.

And at that moment, Sunny finally realized what his plan was.

His eyes widened a little.

"That bastard!"