To the three women, Mo Li was a truly supreme existence, one capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Lord Creator God, the Star King Dragon.
How could they possibly be qualified to receive an apology from such a great being!? They did not deserve it!
They would even feel that this would leave a stain upon their lord, and that they might as well die outright.
Meanwhile, Ultima, whose little head Mo Li was stroking, had not heard the conversation between the three. Her mind was completely muddled.
She could not hear anything at all.
At that moment, Ultima felt that she could die without regrets.
"Alright. Get up."
"There is no need to defend me. If I said something wrong or did something wrong, then I must admit it. I am not so narrow-minded that I cannot accept that."
"What I said indeed had some slight inaccuracies."
"So this was my fault. You need not say anything more."
Mo Li shook his head. His words were calm, yet carried an unquestionable firmness and authority.
To a certain extent, he had indeed misspoken and done some things wrong.
An apology was necessary.
Even if they were his subjects.
Mo Li was not some overbearing, tyrannical ruler, nor was he a despot who refused to listen to anything.
Mo Li certainly had an overbearing side, but he showed that side not to his own people, but to his enemies.
Internally, Mo Li was the image of a benevolent and wise ruler.
"...Yes."
After hesitating for a moment, Testarossa answered in an utterly dispirited voice. Her face was filled with remorse and regret.
She felt that she should not have said anything just now.
Why had she gone and tried to explain things!?
This useless mouth of hers, and this dead