"Then that leaves only one matter I still have to deal with. So, Eurys of the Nine… you told me that this one is one of the Nine, as well. What was her name, then?"
Alethea of the Nine had been a sorceress and a pursuer of knowledge, so he could not imagine her becoming a feral huntress. The archer had probably been someone else.
The white skull remained silent for a bit, then clacked its jaw.
"She doesn't remember, so I don't remember, either."
Sunny stared at him darkly.
"Somehow, I found it hard to believe."
The grinning skull just stared at him without saying anything.
Then, Eurys grumbled:
"Life is full of hardships, boy. What am I supposed to do about it? You said that you had two questions for me, anyway… and this is the seventh. I'm not giving you any answers for free anymore."
Sunny frowned and counted…
Why are these here?
What killed them?
Why is the Shadow Realm so inhospitable to Shadow Creatures?
So I can summon my Shadow here, and they will be fine?
Complete them?
What do you mean?
He gritted his teeth.
'That bastard!'
Looking at him, Eurys laughed.
"Go find her name on your own. Maybe if you give it to her, she'll regain some of what she lost."
Sunny muttered a curse.
A few moments later, the mysterious skeleton asked with curiosity:
"So… are you going to listen to my advice and let her be? Or do what you always seem to do and kill her? Let me repeat, just in case… doing so will be extremely dangerous. It is much better to just allow the Shadow Realm itself to finish her off."
Sunny stared at the shadow of the archer.
Eurys was right. Inviting this murderous shadow into his soul would be extremely dangerous, and it would be much wiser to let her live…
For a bit more.
Considering how severely damaged the archer was, she would without a doubt be destroyed by the Shadow Realm soon.
It was just that Sunny did not believe that one bit. There were countless reasons that pointed to the fact that the archer would not survive even if left alone, but he had survived too many impossible situations to feel confident.
That maniac… was a kindred spirit, of sorts. Even though the world itself was against her, she would find a way to live on.
He was sure of it.
And, more importantly…
Sunny was not one to let go of a grudge.
He smiled darkly.
"...I'll risk it."
With that, he strained his hand, and cut the archer's throat with the sharp fragment of the ivory fang.