The prepared words sank into Leon's heart.
"I thought such a serious injury would at least keep you off the battlefield for a long time, but next time, whether you're ready or not, I won't hold back." Having said that, Olivia turned and left.
"Where's Lena?" Leon raised his voice: ".....Hawk, Aunt Milia, those who should have survived in Selva, and Uncle Brian, don't you want to restore their fate where they weren't met with disaster?"
He truly had no other cards left to play.
Seeing Olivia pause at his words, Leon could only hope this bargaining chip would make her reconsider.
"I, more than anyone, wish they could live." Olivia turned back: "But I saw that undead magic disaster in my dream... thousands of miles of fertile land turning into a wasteland, the clouded sky covering the southeastern land, almost erasing the traces of people, how many innocents died in that catastrophe.
