"What else did you achieve?"
What? That wasn't enough? Sunny raised his chin.
"Let me think… Oh! I also killed an awakened swordsman."
"Really? How did you do that?
Acting as though he was a little bit embarrassed, Sunny looked down.
"That… actually, that time I had to lift a finger. I even had to shake it a couple of times. That was enough to kill him, though."
He was holding the Silver Bell between his fingers, which led to Hero being attacked and eventually killed by the tyrant. So, technically, all his statements were true.
"What a crackpot!"
"Ha! Can you believe this idiot?!"
"Poor bastard. Not only is he weak, he's also lost it…"
Caster gave his companions a long look and then turned to Sunny.
"Anything else?"
Sunny blinked. Time for the finishing touch…
"Something else? Uh… Well. Oh, right! I communicated with a bunch of gods, even though they were all dead. I made one of them wake up. He gave me a blessing! I was blessed by a god, do you all understand?!"
The Sleepers were silently shaking their heads or looking at him with pity. Caster sighed.
"I see. Well, in comparison to your achievements, mine do look rather average. Thank you for sharing with us. I hope you'll be as successful once we enter the Dream Realm."
Sunny smiled with a look of smug superiority on his face.
"You better believe it!"
With that, he turned around and walked away.
'Ah. That's a job well done.'
He was pretty sure that after this performance, no one would ever believe that he actually had some kind of a powerful Aspect or did anything worthy of notice during the Nightmare. He only told them the truth, and yet managed to make everyone believe in the opposite of the truth.
Such an incredible feeling.
What did they think of him now? They thought that he was weak, grew up without any education in the outskirts, and had no training. More than that, he was apparently either insane or incredibly stupid. His temper was terrible.
Truly pathetic and pitiful fellow.
Now, whenever he was asked about his Aspect, he could just honestly say that it was of the Divine rank, and be laughed at. People would rather believe that the Spell had ceased to exist than that he was someone noteworthy. He could even scream about his accomplishments from the roof, and no one would believe him.
Subsequently, no one would ever suspect that he had a True Name.
'Just you wait, fools. One day I'll be the one laughing.'
As Sunny was walking away, he heard one of the Sleepers talking to Caster:
"Why didn't you put that lunatic in his place? He has belittled you!"
After a short pause, Caster answered. His voice sounded low and mellow.
"Poor kid must have lost his mind in the Nightmare. It often happens. He'll most likely die soon, so being kind is the least I can do…"
The corner of Sunny's mouth twitched.
'What a nice guy.'
He knew that Caster's words were based on a false assumption, but, for some reason, still felt a cold chill running up his spine.