"You were too confident in an absolute possibility. Or were you simply being delusional?" The Martial Blade God watched the corpse of the Half-Elf in front of him.
"YOOUUUU BAASSSTTTAAAARRRRRDDDDD!!!"
The Martial Blade God ignored the words let out by the powerless Edward and kept staring at Lemi. His eyes bled with something akin to compassion.
"Your parents would be proud. Do not worry… your father will be joining you soon." The First Seat smiled softly.
He bowed his head in respect, remaining that way for a while.
Of course, there was no moment of silence since Edward kept shouting and barking out empty words. Tears streamed down his face—understandable tears.
His hulky body did nothing but throb with weakness and powerlessness, and the First Seat understood why the young man felt so wounded by the death of his female companion.
"He loves her, doesn't he?" The Martial Blade God could not understand why people would rather fill their hearts with such mundane things.
