After that, all casualness drained from Morgan's voice. When she looked at Nephis, her face was just like it had been the moment she tore Sunny's heart apart in the Dreamscape — cold and sharp, emanating a sense of lethal danger without her even trying to.
"How much does he know?"
Hearing that question, Neph shrugged slightly. Her answer was simple:
"Enough."
Morgan sighed, then smiled from the corner of her mouth.
"I see. That makes it easier. I'll speak comfortably, then."
Sunny studied the two of them for a few moments, then asked with a bit of curiosity in his voice:
"Really? Aren't you concerned that I'll report everything you say to Saint Cor?"
Whispering Blade chuckled. He was mostly keeping silent before, but it was impossible to mistake him for a passive observer. Just by sitting there, the elder of clan Valor radiated a sense of overwhelming, domineering power.
It was as though he owned this room… or every room he found himself in, rather.
