Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2825

A while back, Jet had asked herself if she would be able to kill the six Saints aboard the Night Garden if they were to conspire against her.

She had also asked herself what she would do if the entire population of the living ship was taken hostage or turned on her.

The answer to the first question was... yes, probably. She could not be sure, but deep down, she knew that they would not survive a battle against her. Her Aspect was simply too lethal, and the gap in physical prowess between her and the rest of the Saints was simply too vast — in that regard, she was closer to a Supreme than to a Transcendent.

Besides all that... she was simply a killer. That innate quality was hard to define or measure, but those who knew its fatal scent could easily distinguish between those who possessed it and those who did not. Needless to say, the former was many times more dangerous.

It was just that slaying six powerful Saints would not help anyone. Whether she managed to kill them or not, humanity would suffer a grievous loss — so, what was the point in trying?

As for the second question, Jet was honestly not sure. She did, however, know that if things ever came to that, the battle would have already been lost.

And while she would have fought for the cause of her people to the last drop of blood if there was a smallest possibility of victory, only a fool would continue to bleed themselves dry in a battle that had already ended in defeat.

Saving herself to fight another day was an option, too, even if it meant surrendering the Night Garden and millions of souls to the enemy. After all, she would not be able to snatch them from Asterion's grasp even if she stayed.

So, Jet had been hoping for the best while preparing for the worst possible outcome in secret.

She was ready to escape instead of fighting the six Saints.

Sadly... she had really not expected that Asterion would come for her personally. His presence here complicated things. A lot. Looking at Jet, Asterion chuckled.

"It does complicate things, doesn't it?"

Jet's expression darkened.

She remained silent for a few seconds, then said in a disgruntled tone:

“It's impolite to read a lady's private thoughts."

Asterion simply shrugged.

"It's also impolite to cast all your thoughts and emotions outward as if you were screaming at the top of your lungs — constantly, incessantly, for everyone to hear. Noise, noise, noise... you people are noisy enough to drive a person mad. It's deafening. I spent a long time learning how to stay sane in the endless cacophony of your souls."

His lips twisted into a friendly smile.

"So, forgive me for taking a peek at your plans of escape. Granted, you've been cunning enough to hide the details of how exactly you were going to run away even from your own mind... but that shouldn't matter too much."

The friendly smile suddenly seemed menacing.

"Should it, Miss Jet?"

Jet blinked, having caught herself staring into his golden eyes.

"Wait..."

What... what had she been thinking about? Jet knew that she had prepared an escape strategy. However, no matter how much she tried to remember what it was, she couldn't. It was as if there was an empty space in her mind where her plan had been... or possibly a tall wall that prevented her from accessing these thoughts.

She tried to hide her fear and glanced at Asterion with the same concerned expression.

"That's a neat trick. However, do you really think that you can keep me here against my will? I am quite good at improvising as well, you know."

Asterion laughed.

"I know. But why would you want to leave?"

Jet blinked again, confused.

Indeed. Why would she want to leave?

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