infodatos Chapter 500: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [39] Amael's Promise
Chapter 500: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [39] Amael's Promise
Chapter 500: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [39] Amael's Promise
"That is the law of the strongest."
The response came not from me, but from another voice.
We all turned, searching for the speaker, and saw a woman descending gracefully.
It took me only a moment to recognize her, though her expression seemed a bit off.
"Elizabeth..."
"Utopia has spent years hesitating to launch a proper attack on Sancta Vedelia," Elizabeth said. "They knew—even with their vast armies-that victory would be impossible. This time, you dared to try because you thought you were prepared. And now, you're going to lose. Again. Blame your own weakness for it." A smile curled her lips.
Shuria's glare burned back at her. "We fight for our future!"
Elizabeth tilted her head slightly. "Oh? Is that how you justify enslaving others? Collaring them like animals?"
"Don't lump us in with the rest of them!" Shuria's voice tremble. "If only you had given us the Seed when we asked-none of this would have happened! You're nothing but selfish, arrogant scum! Your leaders are the ones responsible for this war!"
"Is that so?" Elizabeth's smirk widened. Slowly, she raised her rapier.
"Wait, Elizabeth!" I called out, extending my arm to stop her.
She paused, raising a delicate brow at me. "Why? Their King is dead. Let them die and join him in the afterlife."
"What..." Shuria whispered, her voice breaking with disbelief. Her composure faltered, and the others around her flinched, their expressions shifting to shock.
Elizabeth seemed amused by their reactions. With a motion of her hand, she withdrew a crimson blade from thin air and tossed it to the ground.
The metallic clang echoed ominously in the silence.
"No... no, it can't be..." Shuria's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground.
Edryn and the others behind her stared, their faces painted with despair.
"As I said," Elizabeth murmured, narrowing her eyes. "He is dead. Shall I help you join your beloved King?"
"Elizabeth." I scowled at her.
She sighed, unfazed by my disapproval. "Don't give me that look, Amael. This is war. We kill every last one of them, or there will never be never ending to this war."
What happened to her?
The Elizabeth I once knew... was this truly the same person?
-SPURT!
Before I could speak a fleshy sound resounded.
I spun around, and widened my eyes in shock.
"Lady Shuria!"
The collective gasp of the Blood Elves echoed around us.
Shuria had plunged Elashor's sword into her own chest. Blood spilled from her wound,
soaking her hands as she began to cough violently, her body trembling.
"No! What are you doing?!" I rushed forward, catching her as she collapsed. "Are you stupid?! Why would you-?!"
Shuria's eyes fluttered. "A... world... without my King... I—I can't..." Her words faded, her strength draining like the light from her eyes.
Frantically, I reached for a vial of healing elixir, hoping to stave off her death. But her trembling hand shot up, gripping my wrist with surprising strength.
"Let me... die... in peace...at least." She whispered with a glare.
I glared back at her. "What about all your speeches about protecting your people? What about Edryn and the others? Are you just going to abandon them to die?!"
Shuria's lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile before coughing more blood.
"N-Now... I can see you, Loki," Shuria whispered, her voice trembling. Blood seeped from
her lips, staining my clothes in vivid crimson. "Perhaps... you weren't acting after all."
Her frail body convulsed as another fit of coughing overtook her.
"H-Hey..." My voice cracked as I watched her condition worsen. My expression hardened as I pulled out the sword from her body.
as your former comrade-in-arms?"
I had enough of these deaths already.
Why did victory have to come at such a devastating cost? Why did an entire camp need to be wiped out, stripped of their pride, their very essence, just to claim a fleeting win?
The oppressive silence was broken when Edryn stepped forward hesitantly. "I-I don't trust anyone from Sancta Vedelia..." He said, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
"I don't trust you either, Amael Olphean, but..." He paused, his gaze locking onto mine. "I
will trust Loki. I'm certain you weren't acting with us. I want to see my family again..."
"Edryn...?"
The others looked at Edryn, surprised.
"Guys..." Edryn turned to face them. "Let's try to trust Loki. If he offers us the Seed of Eden without us having to shed more blood, isn't that the best outcome for all of us?"
For a moment, the group hesitated. Then, one stepped forward.
"Right..."
Another joined.
"One last time..."
"You better not betray us again..."
"I'll trust you, Vomiting Princess..."
The odd comment earned a faint chuckle from the group, breaking the tension a bit. One by
one, they nodded, stepping forward to join Edryn's side. Edryn turned back to me, managing a small, hesitant smile.
Relief washed over me, as if all my guilt from the last week lifted off my shoulders.
"Until the end of the war, I promise none of you will get hurt," I said awkwardly. "But... we'll have to make it look convincing, so you might be treated as prisoners."
A collective groan rose from the group, but none of them objected outright. They understood
their situation. With their King and Commander gone, this was their only viable option.
I turned to Cylien and Rodolf. "Nothing should happen to them-or the other Blood Elves who surrendered."
Cylien smiled warmly at me, while Rodolf gave a nod.
Normally, Cylien would have found my promise to deliver the Seed of Eden completely absurd, given her position as a responsible Princess. But thankfully, she was also Marlene, one of my closest friends from Earth. And Rodolf? Without Yanis' memories, he'd have
outright rejected me without hesitation.
Still, I cast a wary glance at Elizabeth.
She met my gaze, her expression inscrutable. After a tense pause, she sheathed her rapier. "As
long as you take responsibility for your words in the end," she said.
I nodded, grateful for her restraint.
Turning back to the horizon, I looked up at the dark sky over Valachia.
No more loud noises, no more mana circles igniting the sky.
Finally, this battle was over.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I believed I'd done something good-not for selfish
reasons, but for others.
The war was far from over. Durathiel and the Dark Elf King still loomed as threats. Kendel
Teraquin was still out there. But at least, for now, the Blood Elf army was no longer in play.
"It's over..." I muttered with a small smile, allowing myself a moment of peace.
"Not yet."
"Huh-?!"
Before I could react, Elizabeth grabbed my arm.
With startling speed, she pulled me with her and leaped away from the spot.