Sunny sat comfortably on the elegant wooden chair, staring at Mordret with all four of his arms crossed. The chair was a bit small for his prodigious body, but due to the quality and durability of the materials it was made of, it managed to carry the weight rather well.
Noctis really knew the value of good craftmanship!
The old man, meanwhile, met his deadpan gaze with a mildly surprised expression slowly appearing on his face.
All around them, the Ivory City was being devoured by fire.
After a while, Mordret shifted a little, and then said with amusement:
"...To be honest, I expected you to attack me."
Sunny scoffed.
"Why would I bother? You seem to be hellbent on committing suicide. I can just wait until Hope kills you, then carry on with my initial plans."
He thought for a bit, and then added:
