Sylas landed beside Sunniva, his fists dripping with blood. But the Scorned Wraps quickly cleaned themselves, and soon it was as though he hadn't just been in a bloody battle at all.
The girl seed to be in a bit of a daze, looking off absentmindedly. It seed that much of Nosphaleen's suggestion had begun to wear off, but Sylas didn't believe that was because of how much ti had passed. Rather, it should be because she was shocked awake by sothing.
As for what she had been shocked awake by, he already knew.
Iler family's betrayal. Or, rather, Ragnar's alliance with the Sylphs.
Sylas had allowed Sunniva to go off and hunt the escaping Sylphs herself not because he actually wanted them all dead. As far as he was concerned, if Sunniva could kill even one of them, it would be a miracle. After all, the Sylphs were no joke.
Though Sunniva was strong, it was unlikely that she could deal with many of them. She would likely struggle with just one.
Sylas was willing to take this risk, one because he simply didn't care if she lived or died, and two because if she managed to co back, not only would that an her value was higher than he thought, but she would also be unlikely to need Nosphaleen's interference to remain loyal. Sunniva's head shot up toward Sylas, realizing a few seconds too late that he had appeared.
Her expression was very odd. Her impression of Sylas was that he was a pervert, but her mories of her experience with Nosphaleen were still intact. So, she knew that Sylas had had the opportunity to do sothing to her and yet had turned it down.
Rembering Nosphaleen, she couldn't help but frown. That was not sothing she wanted to experience ever again.
Sylas didn't speak at first, just silently observing her as though he was looking for sothing. Eventually, it was Sunniva who spoke first.
"What do you want from ?"
"An odd question to ask when you ca back here on your own, no?" Sylas replied coolly.
Sunniva's expression flickered. That was true. She had snapped out of it already, and yet she had chosen to co back here anyway.
"Where is the blue-skinned woman?"
"She is in my contracted space!
"She's your contract?" Sunniva was taken aback, not understanding what that could an.
"Why did you return?" Sylas changed the subject.
"... I don't know. I have no intention of following the Grimblades. And even if Ragnar is a traitor, that doesn't an my entire Ravenclaw family is. Ragnar was just desperate because he's never had a chance against Thorne... Even Draven has never had a chance against Thorne..."
Sunniva stopped talking as though she realized she was giving away too much about her family. She didn't know why she was speaking so much to Sylas, but there was sothing about his eyes that seed to pry secrets out of her.
However, her words made Sylas think.
Last he checked the Leaderboard, the Ravenclaws were basically all near the bottom of the top ten at sixth, eighth, and tenth. Although the Darkmanes had soone at ninth, they also had soone at
second to balance it out.
The sixth and eighth places were none other than Thorne and Draven, respectively. The difference didn't seem to be that great... but Sunniva seed to speak about. Thorne as though he was the one ranked first and not Astrid Grimblade.
Of course, it was only a brief feeling. But Sylas had always been good at reading people and picking up context clues, and the vulnerable Sunniva was practically an open book between the oppression of his Will and the lingering effects of Nosphaleen's suggestion.
"Do you have family?' Sylas asked.
"-"
"Real family." Sylas emphasized.
Sunniva hesitated again before her gaze fell to the ground. She had a lot of people who she shared a last na with, but family...?
The silence was all the answer Sylas needed.
"Following will do you better than the Ravenclaws ever could. I'm sure you're smart enough to understand why."
There were only two options.
Either the Ravenclaws weren't part of Ragnar's betrayal or they were.
In the latter case, Sunniva wouldn't want to be a part of them anyway. In the forr case, even if the Ravenclaws didn't punish her along with Ragnar, her chances of rising up in the family would have now fallen to near nil.
She had gone from a core mber of a potential family heir to the core mber of a traitorous bastard. What kind of future did she think she could have?
Sunniva's gaze flickered. She looked up to et Sylas' gaze and eventually said sothing she thought was a bit childish.
"Can I... think about it?"
Sylas' expression didn't change when he heard these words. He was just as calm, just as indifferent. "You have until this Quickti Event ends. Sylas replied simply.
"Understood. What do you need to do?"
Sunniva felt like a weight had co off her back. She knew how cruel this world was and felt that Sylas was giving her a lot of leeway. But in return, she wanted to prove that she was valuable.
Sylas must only be allowing her such a long leash because he didn't have many people on his side just yet. However, if she didn't prove herself early, when he did establish himself, she would be easily
forgotten.
Although she hadn't made her decision, she had already beco used to playing politics in a complex world.
Sylas opened his mouth to answer when his pupils suddenly constricted.
The air by the side of his neck rippled only the slightest bit, an invisible blade slashing down with sharp precision.
Sunniva was still waiting for an answer and had no idea what was happening. However, for Sylas, it felt like he was being forced to live out the last few seconds of his life at an excruciatingly slow pace.
PUCHI!
Blood spurted.
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