There... was nothing left to argue.
They deserved to be abandoned.
At that thought, Ultima's heart was completely filled with endless despair and sorrow.
Only now did she finally understand Diablo's persistence toward Lord Rimuru, and what it truly meant to be worse than death.
But even so, Ultima still did not want to give up. She slowly moved over to Mo Li.
Kneeling on the ground and clutching the hem of Mo Li's clothes, her eyes reddened as she pleaded,
"Please, don't... abandon us."
Seeing Ultima act so presumptuously, Testarossa had just raised her hand to stop her. But after extending it and opening her mouth, she ultimately lowered her arm again.
Because she, too, hoped Ultima's plea would work.
At the very least, she wanted them to be allowed to remain by this lord's side.
No matter what their status might be—even... slaves would do.
Because if she truly lost this lord, Testarossa could not imagine how she would live through the long years ahead.
As a Primordial Demon, she was an existence that was truly immortal and indestructible.
Even if her heart core were crushed, the worst outcome would only be returning to the Underworld to recuperate for a time. She would not even lose her memories.
In that respect, the Primordial Demons' method of revival was even more advantageous than that of True Dragons.
Yet for the first time, Testarossa found the trait of being immortal and indestructible so unbearably irritating.
Having lost Lord Emperor and being unable to die, how was she supposed to go on living?!
She could not imagine such a hellish future.
Meanwhile, Carrera, standing beside Testarossa, was not at all surprised by Ultima's actions.
The three of them had many things in common, and many differences as well.
But there was