"Lord Ymir..."
Of course, Amy didn't share the playful mood of Myne and Fenrir. She looked at Ymir, who was sincerely apologizing to her, with a complicated expression. She understood that Ymir wasn't entirely responsible for the tragedy that befell her people back then. Even if he hadn't intervened, that hume king would likely have slaughtered most of the elves, enslaving the survivors mostly young females and making them his playthings.
Ymir, at the very least, had provided them with a swift and merciful death, and, took revenge on their behalf. Otherwise, given her pitiful strength, and weak personality, she definitely wouldn't have been able to take revenge before that hume king died of old age.
"Why did all of this have to happen to us? Until that day, our elf race was living peacefully. When I try to remember that day, my family... my father, my mother, the smiles on my friends' faces..."
