I’m Sorry

Loyre’s ultimate strike—delivered with her entire being—was effortlessly caught by Elizabeth.
That dagger, capable of piercing anything in the world, was stopped not by a sword—but by two fingers.

Not blocked.
Clamped between two slender fingers.

Some people’s worldview shattered.
Her all-or-nothing attack—dismissed like a child’s toy.

This mocked everything she’d sacrificed.
Her revenge plan? A joke from the start.

As Loyre braced for Elizabeth to drive a blade into her heart—the empress did something unexpected.

Something that stunned even Black and Jiaye—the observers.

The moment Elizabeth saw Loyre’s face—her demeanor changed.

She didn’t attack.
Instead, her naked body trembled slightly, her expression shifting to shock, her eyes locking onto Loyre with complexity beyond words.

For a fleeting moment—she wasn’t the empress of an empire.
She was a gentle aunt, seeing her long-lost friend’s daughter.

“Karin… So it’s you… Thank the gods… You’re alive…”

Elizabeth—this Emperor-Tier Swordsman—spoke as if every word cost her all her strength.

Her voice trembled—filled with emotion, yet soft, afraid to frighten this girl before her.

During the White Pearl’s attack, Loyre had worn a mask—and Elizabeth hadn’t deemed them worth attention.
She hadn’t recognized her.

Never did she expect—Loyre would appear in her chamber, power boosted to Emperor-Tier Assassin—here to assassinate her.

“Yes! I’m alive—and here to avenge my family!”

Elizabeth’s reaction meant nothing to Loyre.
All she saw was the woman who murdered her father, her sister, her entire family!

“Godslayer Blade Art!”

Another Emperor-Tier Assassin skill activated!

Ten phantom daggers split from the original—each capable of instantly killing a Level 60 Swordsman!

Ten Stellar Blades surged toward Elizabeth at once!

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Yet, despite their terrifying momentum—none could reach her.
Repelled by the sword qi swirling around her body!

“The truth… isn’t what you think!”

Elizabeth looked at the girl—tears of blood streaming down her face, eyes filled only with hatred—and her heart ached.

“Not like that?! Then what is it?! You hypocrite!”

Blinded by vengeance, Loyre couldn’t hear a word.

“Dragon-Slaying Break!”

She unleashed one high-tier skill after another—stabbing again and again—ignoring her body’s breaking point.

“…That incident… is far more complex than you know. I can’t tell you now. Please, calm down… Auntie will explain everything later!”

Elizabeth merely raised her hand—deflecting, retreating—refusing to counterattack.

The von Braun family’s tragedy involved a critical secret about the war between humans and dragons—a secret too dangerous to reveal.

But Loyre couldn’t understand.
She saw only excuses.

Two Emperor-Tier masters clashed—yet Black and Jiaye stood dumbfounded.
One attacking wildly, the other retreating gently.
Their relationship? Far deeper than anyone imagined.

“I don’t want your lies!”

Loyre’s body showed clear signs of collapse—bloody tears flowing endlessly.
Forcing Emperor-Tier power through a fragile body—pushing herself to the brink.

In Cassel Continent’s history, countless had died—bodies exploding—from overusing scroll-boosted power.
That Loyre lasted this long? A miracle.

Elizabeth—the empress who ordered nine-family exterminations without blinking—now looked anxious, desperate, watching Loyre’s crumbling form.

Her feelings for Loyre were complicated.
She owed her so much.
Owed the von Braun family so much.

Though the imperial family didn’t directly slaughter them—their actions led to it.

After the massacre, of the 300+ bodies found—only Loyre’s was missing.

Elizabeth sent search parties—hoping against hope—that Karin still lived.
No trace.

Even now, she remembered—over ten years ago, on a quiet, sunny morning—when she first held this infant girl in her arms.

Back then, Elizabeth never imagined—this baby cooing in her embrace—would one day draw a blade against her.

She couldn’t let Karin die from self-destruction.

Not even if it cost her everything.

The battle reached a stalemate—one side raging, the other retreating.

But for the observers—a perfect chance to escape.

Jiaye acted instantly.
Clutching her wound, she [Divine Flash]-ed repeatedly—vanishing into the wardrobe passage.

Black followed—events had spiraled beyond his control.
Staying served no purpose.

But as he entered the tunnel—he glanced back.

And froze.

His lingering questions—finally answered.

Cornered, Elizabeth finally stopped retreating.
Black braced—sure the empress would strike.

Then—everything changed.

Elizabeth dispersed her surrounding sword qi—dropping her defense completely.
She stood still—letting Loyre’s dagger plunge straight into her chest.

Instantly, her once-rosy cheeks turned deathly pale—all color drained.

Even an Emperor-Tier Swordsman couldn’t withstand such a blow—without defense.

Loyre stared at her blood-soaked hands—frozen.
She never expected her enemy to accept the killing blow.

“L-Linlin… Auntie… is sorry…”

Elizabeth’s lips bled—her body leaning forward, gently embracing Loyre—whispering those words.

“Linlin.”

Loyre’s childhood nickname.
Only her parents had ever used it.

Hearing it from her enemy’s mouth?
It struck her like a thunderbolt.

Her body swayed—tears flooding uncontrollably.
Her face lost all blood—her aura crashing—from Emperor-Tier Assassin back to Mid-Tier Sorceress.

Her collapsing body—finally stabilized.

Overcome by mental and physical exhaustion—she fainted.

Watching this, Black understood.
This was the hidden scene the game never showed.

In the game—just a line: “The empress was gravely wounded by an assassin.”
A mystery—not resolved until the sequel.