When Daniel heard the words spoken by Luke, the Goddess of Luck, his expression stiffened in slight confusion.
Why… why was Luke apologizing to him?
It was baffling. Over this entire period, she had done nothing but offer him help—timely and substantial assistance that had saved him more than once. For her to bow her head and apologize seemed completely unnecessary.
Sensing his unspoken question, Luke continued, her voice calm but tinged with a quiet sadness:
"Lord Daniel, there are things you will come to understand in due time. For now, know only this: we must part ways. If we remain here any longer, the very same catastrophe from ages past will reawaken upon the Land of Origin. That ancient disaster would play itself out once more, and that is something none of us can permit."
She paused, then added softly,
