Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2537

Despite the losses Madoc's private security forces had suffered, there was still a small army of mercenaries left in the Castle. It did not matter much that the outer wall had been breached — the main keep itself was designed with defense in mind, so carving a path to Madoc was not going to be easy. Especially with how low Sunny and his companions were running on bullets.

‘See? One more reason why a sword is a superior weapon — the only thing you can run out of when using a sword is enemies to kill..."

If one was Awakened, naturally.

Sadly, Sunny wasn't Awakened at the moment.

Even if someone presented him with a sword right now, he would not be too happy. After all, even he was not mad enough to bring a sword to a gunfight.

So, he was a little troubled.

They made a move to rush toward the main keep, but at that moment, a polite cough interrupted them.

The Other Mordret seemed to linger behind, failing to follow them.

Sunny glanced at him with a frown.

“What are you doing? There's no time to waste."

Mordret looked between him, Effie, and Morgan with an awkward expression, then opened his mouth hesitantly.

“I am terribly sorry, and I don't mean to presume. But I could not help but wonder..." He pointed down. "Why don't you just take their guns?"

Sunny blinked a few times.

‘What is he..."

Then, he blinked a few more times and looked down with an unreadable expression.

The battlements were covered in bloody puddles and dead mercenaries. Each of those mercenaries... had wielded a gun. Those guns were now littering the scene of carnage, soaking in the rain.

Why had they not thought of picking them up, indeed?

Sunny suppressed the desire to palm his face.

‘It's the lack of sleep...’

Morgan answered for him:

“It's because we're Awakened.’

Sunny looked at her with surprise. Noticing his expression, she shrugged.

“Everyone has subconscious biases. For Awakened, weapons are synonymous with Memories — and Memories disappear when their master dies. So, no one would think to pick up a slain enemy's weapon. This behavioral pattern is so ingrained in us that we don't usually entertain such thoughts... the situation might have changed, but our biases remain the same."

Sunny studied her with a dubious expression for a few seconds.

"You're just saying a lot of big words to hide the fact that you are embarrassed too, aren't you?"

Not expecting a response, he turned to the Other Mordret.

“To answer your question, it's because this one is in the habit of using wooden doors as weapons, this one is still coming off an entire cocktail of powerful tranquilizers... and I hate guns.’

He looked down.

“Ah, but even though I detest them, I guess I'll make an exception just this once.’

With that, he leaned down and picked up a pistol... then stared at it in confusion.

‘Huh!

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