Before her, Elizabeth's voice rang out slowly like a funeral bell, gently tapping at Fisher's ears. The sorrow in her eyes dragged her gaze downward until it completely touched the stones on the ground, and only then did the cold of those stones infect her.
Then, the golden flames in her hand wavered slightly, and the Gedelin's Sword gradually extended its long, sharp blade, pointing toward the ground.
Behind Elizabeth, the sky revealed a burning gap, where salty sea winds gusted, turning her dress wild, and she finally spoke,
"Stay close to me for now, will you? Everything has been predestined; even leaving won't help... I don't want to fight you, Fisher."
"I spit! Don't give me that!"
At this moment, Emhardt finally couldn't help but fly out from the spectator state, standing on Fisher's shoulder. He cursed at Elizabeth standing before them and said,
