Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2519

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There was a long stretch of silence. Mordret was enjoying the snack that Morgan had given him, while Saint was simply staring at her. Amused by her aloof gaze, Morgan raised an eyebrow.

"What? Do you want to say something, Dr. Saint?"

The stunning woman did not speak for a while, then shook her head slightly. "Why don't you dispel his delusion, then? Go and tell them the supposed truth. Make him confront reality, if you really believe that this world is an illusion."

Morgan smiled faintly.

"I think not. That... would be too cruel, even for me."

Saint let out a joyless laugh.

"Funny, that. What an unexpected display of empathy... weren't you planning to kill him, Miss Morgan?"

Hearing that, Mordret stirred a little. He studied Morgan for a few seconds, then smiled tranquilly and returned to his food as if nothing had happened.

Morgan frowned at Saint, but did not respond. Instead, she looked away.

Her expression seemed troubled for a brief moment, even if she hid it almost immediately.

Some time later, she pursed her lips and scoffed.

"You are not wrong. Sure, what the hell... let me at least get something useful out of him, while there is still time."

Walking over to where Mordret was finishing his meal, she sat down on the bench opposite him and studied his face with a dark expression.

"You heard everything, didn't you?"

Mordret gave her another smile.

"I did. I can't say that I am not concerned about your mental state, Morgan... but at least you are talking to your doctor. That is good."

Morgan smiled dangerously.

"You won't admit anything unless I force you, I guess?"

He blinked a few times, seemingly confused.

"Admit what?"

Morgan remained silent for a long while. Then, she sighed.

"The Morgan you know is a soft, sweet girl from an affluent family — a little bit spoiled and a little bit arrogant at times, but overall mundane. The real Morgan, however... me... is not mundane. I am Transcendent. And therefore, I possess both an Aspect and a Flaw. Do you want to know what my Flaw is, dear brother?"

She took off her gloves slowly, then reached forward and took the water bottle from his hand. Her fingers seemed to leave scratches on the transparent plastic.

"It's that I cut everything I touch. A very troublesome trait, as you can imagine... can't say that it hasn't led to an accident or two, some more regrettable than the others."

She slid her index finger across the plastic bottle, and it suddenly fell apart, splashing water onto the floor.

Mordret stared at the cleanly cut bottle incredulously.

"That... is a neat trick! Was that a prop bottle?"

Morgan smiled in response to his lively expression.

"See, there are two possibilities in front of you now. One is that I am a mundane woman suffering from a mental illness. The other is that I am a Saint cursed by a cruel Flaw. You cling to the former and pretend to be ignorant of the latter... but let me help you admit the truth."

Morgan dropped the lower half of the severed bottle.