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The blood was still dripping from Andel's severed head when they left the castle. Nephis was holding it by the hair, her face as indifferent as always. It seemed as though carrying human heads was not even something worthy of changing facial expressions.
Suddenly, Sunny saw Changing Star in a new light. It was a long time since he had last been wary of her, but now, he was starting to wonder.
Just how many people had she killed in the past?
The facial expressions of everyone else, though, ranged from astonishment to horror. People who had witnessed the duel stared at Nephis as though she was some sort of an avenging angel. The others treated her like a terrifying demon.
'I wonder... how much souls essence had she absorbed with this one kill? Has to be a lot, right?'
…But those were just the inhabitants of the castle. The reactions of the people of the outer settlement were strangely reserved, but even more intense. They had never seen one of them stroll into the ancient fortress and walk away freely with a severed head of a Pathfinder in their hands. Now, all of them were watching silently, an inexorable, dark, sweltering emotion burning in their eyes.
All of it made Sunny very uncomfortable.
He wasn't sure if Nephis knew what kind of a storm her stunt had evoked in the hearts of these people. That sort of emotion was dangerous and almost impossible to control. If she didn't know, things could turn really bad really quickly.
…But it was even worse if she did, and had done it on purpose. Was Neph really capable of such ingenious and effective manipulation? Was this her plan all along?
Sunny wasn't sure that he knew this side of Changing Star.
Come to think of it, he didn't really know that much about her at all.
Consumed by these doubts, Sunny didn't even notice that they were already in front of Effie's cabin. He glanced at the sky, only to see the sun hiding behind the ominous silhouette of the Crimson Spire.
It was evening, just like Nephis had promised.
'...Scary.'
The unruly huntress opened the door before they even knocked, a hint of irritation in her eyes.
"What's with all the commotion?! Can't a girl spend a day in…"
Noticing the three of them, she froze.
Without so much as batting an eye, Nephis simply threw Andel's head to Effie's feet and asked:
"Can we talk now?"
Looking down at the macabre present, the huntress narrowed her eyes. Her face darkened.
A few moments later, she glanced up and said in a grim voice:
"Come inside."
***
As soon as the door closed behind them, Effie asked in a furious whisper:
"What the hell have you done, princess?!"
Nephis tilted her head and slightly frowned. Then, she said with a hint of sincere confusion in her voice:
"You wanted me to prove my strength. Did you not?"
The huntress stared at her in disbelief. Misunderstanding her silence, Neph blinked, then added:
"Oh. That head belonged to…"
"I know whose head it is! Where did you get it?!"
Sunny sighed and slumped heavily on one of the sturdy chests. Then he forced out a dark smile and said:
"Oh, by the way… you might be the last human in the Dark City to learn this, but standing right in front of you is none other than Changing Star of the Immortal Flame clan, the champion of justice. She just walked into the castle, challenged the bastard, and killed him with one strike of her sword, right under everyone's eyes. By now, this must be the only thing people are talking about."
His tone lacked any kind of amusement. If anything, it seemed as though Sunny was just barely stopping himself from cursing out loud.
Why… why did trouble have to follow him everywhere he went?
While Neph and Cassie were anxiously waiting for Effie's response, Sunny just stared at his shadow, hoping to find some sympathy. Sadly, there wasn't any to be found. The shadow was just staring back at him, full of jubilant gloating.
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