"...She is complete."
Sunny traced Anvil's gaze and remained motionless for a few moments, looking at the towering figure of the Queen's vessel, which was enveloped by white flame like a gargantuan pyre. Her dead flesh was burning.
Sunny's pale face was illuminated by the distant light of Neph's Transcendent form.
Looking at her, he took a deep breath and forced his murderous anger to subside.
His expression turned cold and somber.
Glancing at Anvil, he remained silent for a bit, and then said with a hint of disdain in his voice:
"You see, this is your root problem. A failure of imagination — or ambition, perhaps."
Taking a step forward, Sunny pressed the tip of his odachi against Anvil's neck.
"Nephis? Complete? She is not complete, Anvil… she won't be complete until she becomes Divine. Unlike you and the other two ghouls, she will not surrender until she conquers the Nightmare Spell entirely. That, in the end, is your sin. That is the reason why you don't deserve to sit on the throne of humanity, and she does. That is why you must die."
Anvil glanced at him with a dark smile.
"Funny, isn't it?"
Sunny's expression grew colder.
"And what, exactly, do you find so funny?"
Anvil shrugged.
"She is just like her father, in that regard. Ah… but I think that she resembles her mother much more, instead."
Sunny took a deep breath, holding himself back.
There was a reason why he was wasting time conversing with Anvil instead of simply finishing him off, of course. It was not because Sunny had suddenly developed a fondness for villainous monologues… although he would lie if he said that giving Anvil a piece of his mind had not felt good.
No, it was because Sunny had to get something out of Anvil before the King of Swords met an ignoble end.
There was something he had to know.
He exhaled slowly.
"Right… you bastards killed Broken Sword, as well. Was that also for the greater good?"
Anvil's eyes darkened.
"You should know by now why he had to die,Lord of Shadows. All of this could have been avoided if not for that selfish man's folly."
Sunny smiled faintly, suppressing the desire to cut off the King's self-righteous head.
Controlling his expression, he said:
"Enlighten me."
Anvil let out a sigh and calmly looked Sunny in the eye.
"It was because he absorbed Weaver's forbidden Lineage, of course. Our hands were tied the moment he did."
Sunny allowed himself to frown slightly, pretending to be clueless.
As far as everyone was concerned — even Cassie and Nephis — he was the heir of Shadow God. No one knew that Weaver's blood flowed in his veins, instead.
"I'm not sure. I heard once… that it was because she was the only daemon who was worshiped by humans." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
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