Chapter 183: Speak of the Devil…
"Oh, hey Shadow Boy. Perfect timing. I was actually going to ask you for a favor."
As Sunny walked into Sparkle’s tent — which was much larger on the inside than the outside — he glanced around. It was kind of like a workshop, with tools and makeshift charms and talismans lying around. She was weirdly knowledgeable about those kinds of things, and although they weren’t Memories, they carried minor mystical effects. She currently seemed to be in the process of carving one.
However, that wasn’t what Sunny was interested in right now. Instead, he was looking for something much more profitable, and infinitely more spiteful.
In the corner of the tent was a pile of Awakened and Ascended Soul Shards, which would be distributed to the Abyss Watchers to either sell, or distribute to the rest of their ranks. The ones that came to the Desecrated Grove already had their Cores saturated, so they couldn’t empower themselves anymore.
"Out of curiosity, how much of those Soul Shards belong to you?"
Sparkle sent him a strange look, before cautiously answering with a perpetual smile:
"None. I already stored mines away."
She must have hid them in her storage Memory. Sunny grinned as he slowly walked towards the pile with greedy hands.
"In that case, you wouldn’t mind if I... seek reparations for defamation, right?"
Sparkle blinked.
"Not really. What are you even talking about?"