"Although my original intention to solve the Doomsday Prophecy hasn't changed, my love for you and my responsibility to you have transformed, and it's all because of my own greed, with no other reason."
Emhardt lifted his gaze slightly, looking at Fisher, whose arms were trembling slightly at the moment, not understanding what thoughts lay behind Fisher's words. Emhardt only felt that Fisher had never been so sorrowful... and regretful.
Fisher's every word gradually dissipated the fury in Elizabeth's eyes, revealing the shattered sadness hidden beneath that anger.
It turns out that beneath much of the burning anger in this world lies sadness as the kindling, about to turn to ashes.
She squinted her eyes, slowly taking back the hand placed before Fisher's collar, her emotional words becoming as calm as an ancient well, suppressing the sorrow in her speech as much as possible,
