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Chapter 1850: War Council
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    Porcelain Doll Sunny
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    It would have been quite weird to have Neph's father — albeit a fake one — live under one roof with them, especially when they were often getting busy with…

    I’m hoping what the guy below me said is correct and that they’re talking about planning to kill anvil, not the other thing. G3 is NOT offscreenimg them doing the thing



    'Let's hope something like that won't happen. I really don't want to end up as a hero of the Sword Domain because of some ridiculous misunderstanding…'


    Bold of you to assume your free from fate even though your fateless

    And Sunny’s still beefing with himself
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    MalaJay
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    Chill people! They were busy making plans to kill anvil. Not busy under the sheets.
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      Jiros
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      Строят планы, ебутся, колдуют, и так каждый день.
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    Bastard Son of Fate
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    If he means what I think he means L author for not showing or going into detail
    It would have been quite weird to have Neph's father — albeit a fake one — live under one roof with them, especially when they were often getting busy with…
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      Porcelain Doll Sunny
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      I’m hoping G3 is just teasing us and will later show a chapter of them planning or somethjng
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    Rakha Purnomo
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    It would have been quite weird to have Neph's father — albeit a fake one — live under one roof with them, especially when they were often getting busy with…

    wait...they already DID IT?!
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      Bastard Son of Fate
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      Idk but if so that’s crazy and author didn’t show?
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    GoatBom
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    Getting busy with Neph in the middle of a war smh LOCK IN SUNNY
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    Xedvig
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    'Let's hope something like that won't happen. I really don't want to end up as a hero of the Sword Domain because of some ridiculous misunderstanding…'

    It's red flag!!!
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    floki
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    It would have been quite weird to have Neph's father — albeit a fake one — live under one roof with them, especially when they were often getting busy with…

    What are you getting busy with SUNNY?!
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      LycanFlood
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      They moved fast after the kiss pressure
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        Pareidolia
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        I doubt they've had actual intercourse yet. We need another 500 chapters for that first lol. Not to mention I don't see either of them wanting to risk an Effie situation right now. They're probably just devouring each other's lips for now. It's possible Sunny also meant "getting busy with the preparations to kill him" though.
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      Alfametadol
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      изучением [Страсти] ahaa
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    Tanistanthalas
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    Reminded me of the Mr. Smith scene in one of the Matrix movies:
    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zyNyHark4xk
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      Dummybaron
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      Probably how Mordret felt after becoming Saint
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    Deathseeker
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    Imagine talking to yourself and insulting it's intelligence... oru2x
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    Luck Blessed Daoist
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    1851 Talking to Myself



    There was a bit of an eerie pause as Sunny stared at himself from behind the mask.



    The Lord of Shadows stared. Master Sunless — or rather, Sir Sunless — paled under his menacing gaze.



    …Nephis looked at the two of them with a strange expression.



    Eventually, it was Cassie who broke the silence.



    "Greetings, Lord Shadow. I don't think we had an opportunity to meet in the last few days… please allow me to express gratitude on behalf of Lady Nephis and the Fire Keepers. Your help in the recent battle, while unexpected, was deeply appreciated."



    Sunny turned his cold gaze to her.



    He remained silent for a few moments, then said evenly:



    "There is no reason to thank me... I was just attracted by the smell of slaughter. Who can resist the beautiful fragrance of bloodshed?"



    The Fire Keepers seemed more than a little troubled by his strange words. Sunny spared them a glance, then lowered his head slightly.



    "Greetings to you as well, Lady Nephis, Lady Cassia."



    Then, he looked at himself coldly.



    Was now a good time to establish a distinction between the Lord of Shadows and Master Sunless?



    It wouldn't hurt...



    He asked evenly:



    "And who might this be?"



    Nephis blinked a couple of times.



    She seemed a little puzzled by the situation. Not only did her suitor possess several incarnations, but two of them were even having a conversation right in front of her. More than that... the conversation did not seem especially friendly!



    Sunny himself was a bit confused about the nature of his peculiar existence, so Nephis must have been positively perplexed.



    Her attempts to hide her puzzlement was behind the usual impassive expression... were quite cute.



    He smiled behind the mask.



    "Oh… this is Master Sunless, an enchanter employed by the Fire Keepers. Sir Sunless, this is Saint Shadow. A Transcendent warrior of great renown, one of the champions of the Sword Army."



    Sunny stared at himself some more, then shrugged dismissively.



    "An enchanter? Never heard of him. He must not be very good."



    Hearing the Lord of Shadow say that, Master Sunless smiled.



    His smile was a little forced, though…



    He said politely:



    "Really? Ah, but I have heard of you."



    Nephis was alternating between looking at them with a hint of bafflement in her eyes.



    The Lord of Shadow glared silently.



    "What did you hear, and from whom?"



    Sunny's smile widened a little.



    "I think I heard it from Saint Athena? She mentioned that you must be terribly hideous behind that mask."



    The Fire Keepers held their breaths. Nephis seemed to have suddenly remembered that conversation and closed her eyes with a subtle wince.



    Cassie did not show a reaction, but it looked like she was trying to suppress a laugh.



    The Lord of Shadows lingered for a moment, then scoffed.



    "That woman certainly does not sound like a handful. She has never seen my face, and yet she sings me praises."



    With that, he turned away and walked into the gates of the stronghold without looking back.



    Sunny, Nephis, Cassie, and the Fire Keepers were left behind in tense silence. The coldness left behind by the Lord of Shadows was slow to dissipate.



    After a few moments, one of the Fire Keepers patted Sunny on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.



    "I admire you, Sir Sunless. You truly are a brave man! I would have never dared to talk back to that devil."



    Another nodded.



    "True. That guy is beyond creepy. And he stared at our lady like a wolf every time they meet… good job, Sin Sunless!"



    A third one sighed.



    "Still, try not to antagonize him. He is immensely powerful, even among Saints. It's better not to make an enemy out of someone like him…"



    Sunny coughed.



    'How come I am both pleased with and offended by their nonsense?'



    "Ah, yes… I'll try not to, next time…"



    Nephis, meanwhile, was looking at them in confusion.



    "...Huh? What do you mean, stares like a wolf?"



    The Fire Keepers glanced at each other.



    "Sorry to tell you this, my lady, but I think you're the only one who has not noticed. The way he looks at you, it's… you know, as if he wants to gobble you up…"



    She hesitated for a few moments, seemingly unsure how to respond. Eventually, she asked:



    "You think he's a cannibal?"



    Sunny struggled between the impulse to cover his face with a hand and the desire to give her a hug. He wasn't one to point fingers, in that regard, but really… how could she be so adorably clueless?



    'I mean, she can literally sense people's desire!'



    One of the Fire Keepers coughed.



    "No, that's not… anyway, why are we gossiping about the Lord of Shadows? We have Master Sunless right here. Unlike some people, he's a perfect gentleman, and always maintains proper decorum when gazing at our lady."



    Another nodded.



    "Yeah! If anything, it's our lady that stares at him like a wolf…"



    Realizing that he said something wrong, the Fire Keeper fell silent and cleared his throat.



    "Well… aren't we going to be late to the war council? L—let us proceed post-haste…"



    Nephis gave Sunny a curious look and then smiled with a corner of her mouth.



    "Alright. Let's go."



    When the Fire Keepers headed for the entrance, she fell back, waited until the two of them were a few steps behind the others, and whispered into his ear:



    "So… you want to gobble me up, huh…"



    Sunny made his best effort not to trip.



    After maintaining silence for a few moments and regaining his composure, he smiled pleasantly and asked:



    "...Why? Are you on the menu?"



    Nephis studied him silently, then chuckled and hastened her steps, leaving him without an answer.



    His expression crumpled a little.



    'No, but I really want to know...'



    Walking into the stronghold, Sunny touched his ear and let out a heavy sigh.



    Sometimes, he really wished that everyone were beholden to the same Flaw as he was.

    1852 Champions of Valor



    Sunny, as the Lord of Shadows, reached the council chamber before his original body did.



    The room was not quite as impressive as the hall where the King of Swords had gathered all the Saints before the war, but it was also quite spacious. The walls were built from grey stone and adorned with vermilion tapestries, and there was a round table in the middle of the chamber, with forty-two chairs positioned around it. An elaborate enchanted chandelier shone with cold glow above.



    There were already plenty of people gathered inside, and all of them turned to look when Sunny walked in. The Lord of Shadows was still a mystery to most of them, and although the rumors of his fearsome power had already spread far and wide, few knew what to make of him.



    Mostly, they treated him with a mix of respect and wariness.



    He graced them with an indifferent gaze, then walked to the table. No one had taken their seat yet, since the king was not present. Ignoring the unspoken convention, Sunny chose a random chair and sat down.



    '...Pathetic.'



    His Shadow Chair was superior to this pitiful thing in all regards.



    Hidden behind the mask, he secretly studied the people who had been summoned to attend the war council.



    There were many Masters and a few Awakened here, but they were mostly meant to observe the discussion and provide insight if any of the true decision-makers had a question having to do with their expertise. The people of real importance were the Saints, and they were the ones Sunny was curious about.



    Most of them hailed from the vassal clans, while some were retained by Valor. Several were members of the royal clan's branch families, as well, albeit not many.



    The Sword Army possessed slightly more than forty Transcendent warriors. It was less than the Song Domain had, but the Saints of Valor were forged from tougher steel… or at least that was what the public believed. They had more renown, a longer history, and had accomplished more incredible feats.



    However, Sunny was doubtful that they were truly superior to the Transcendent warriors of the Song Army. After all, some of the strongest Saint he knew of were those few people had ever heard about or cared to pay attention to. So, he had a feeling that the champions of the Queen of Worms would give their enemies a nasty shock when the two armies finally clashed in battle.



    Which was not to say that the people gathered in the chamber weren't outstanding in every regard. A Saint was a Saint, after all… even now that Transcendents were somewhat divided into tiers, everyone understood that those tiers only differentiated between various levels of absolute excellence.



    He saw a few familiar faces, of course.



    There was Morgan, the Princess of War. The sharpest sword of her father's kingdom. The enchanting beauty was clad in black armor, leaning on a wall as she studied the room with a hint of amusement in her vivid vermilion eyes.



    There was Nephis, Changing Star of the Immortal Flame clan. Even among these legendary figures, she was treated with a hint of veneration — both because of her family and because of her own accomplishments. Sunny knew how tyrannical her power was better than anyone.



    Looking at the two princesses, Sunny had a sudden thought. He found it ironic there were seven Saints among the girls Ki Song had adopted, while Anvil only had two Transcendent children… and out of those two, one was now fighting on the side of the enemy, while his place was taken by the daughter of a man the Sovereigns had most likely killed.



    'That's one messed-up family tree.'



    He continued to study the gathered Saints.



    There was Cassie, the blind seer. People paid attention to her because of her startling beauty and quiet demeanor, but few understood how dangerous she was. Most knew her as a competent advisor of the royal clan, while some treated her with subtle reverence that was often afforded to oracles. But since she was not too accomplished as a warrior, no one held her in truly high regard.



    Then, there was Sunny himself — the Lord of Shadows. People seemed to have various opinions about him, but everyone agreed that he was an extremely formidable combatant. Still, there was a certain feeling of distance between him and the rest of the gathered Saints, as if they were not entirely ready to put their trust in a stranger.



    That was because his position was somewhat unique — unlike the rest of them, he had not sworn loyalty to the King of Swords, and was therefore more of a mercenary than a true comrade.



    Some distance away, Sunny noticed Saint Tyris. He saw her recently, so he was not too surprised by the fact that she had not changed at all in the last four years. Sky Tide had always had a stern, but strong presence — now, however, everyone seemed to treat her with an extra bit of respect. After all, she was one of the most important strategic assets in this war.



    Strangely enough, the man standing next to her had not changed that much, either. He was tall and rugged, with broad shoulders and an easy bearing. His hair and beard were the color of straw, while his eyes were piercingly blue. There was a blue scarf wrapped carelessly around his neck… Roan of White Feather had grown even more handsome after becoming a Saint.



    Together, they made for a beautiful pair.



    Awakened Telle was standing behind her parents. Sunny was pleased to see the [Belated Apology] on Roan's right forearm — it seemed that her father really liked her gift.



    'I'm glad.'



    On the opposite side of the chamber, a gallant man in lustrous armor was waiting calmly for the meeting to start. He was Sir Gilead, the Summer Knight — a man whose loyalty and noble character were a legend in and of themselves. He was known for his straightforward nature, embodying qualities such as honor, valiance, and devotion.



    Although… after spending some time with the man in the Nightmare Desert, Sunny suspected that there was more to Sir Gilead than blind loyalty. In any case, Summer Knight was one of the strongest and most renowned Transcendent warriors of the old generation. He was, more or less, the personification of what people thought a Saint should be.



    Having someone like that fighting by one's side was quite reassuring in a dire war.



    These were all the gathered Transcendents Sunny knew personally.



    However, there were a few more that he instantly recognized from hearing about them here and there.



    There was a dashing man wearing a beautifully decorated suit of golden armor with floral motifs in the accents. He was Saint Rivalen of Aegis Rose, also known as Shield Wall — a distinguished knight known for his gallant demeanor and stalwart character.



    There was also an elegant older gentleman leaning on a black cane. He was Jest of the Dagonet clan — a former member of the cohort led by the founder of Clan Valor and one of the most experienced Awakened of the Sword Army. Among other things, Saint Jest was known for his peculiar True Name… Not So Funny Anymore.



    Sunny really didn't know what to make of that fact, however, he was quite curious about the older Saint. They shared the bitter fate of having an extremely weird name, after all.



    There were a few others, as well…



    However, before Sunny could properly study them, the King of Swords arrived.




    The war council was about to begin.
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      Blizzard
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      is that the full next chapter?
      or was it like a teaser cause i hope it's a teaser rather than a full chapter
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