Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian)

"Yes!" Elsa answered without beating around the bush. "It's as you said. The gap between us has gotten too big. I am still constantly improving; the gap will only grow larger. Although I am about to be promoted to God of War, I am still a woman. My man must be stronger than me. Clearly, you don't meet this condition."

"Well said," Bradfort praised her. "A woman should find a man stronger than herself. Only such a man can take care of and protect her. Conversely, someone who relies on others for everything will only hold her back."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Elsa, you will soon regret your choice." Sebastian mused.

"Regret?" Elsa put on a mocking smile. "Sebastian, I know you're disappointed that I rejected you. I understand that you're saying this to avoid further embarrassment. But considering our past relationship, I want to remind you that the world is cruel. The weak can only be abandoned; only masters can control everything. You're on your own."

"Are you referring to yourself as a master?" Sebastian asked.

"That's right!" Elsa declared proudly with her head held high. "Compared to all of you, I am a master. In terms of ability, I am a grandmaster. In terms of status, I am about to be promoted to God of War. And I'm only 25 years old. I have limitless prospects.

"But if we're talking about a true master, there's only one in my mind — the Supreme One. The Supreme One sweeps across the world with unparalleled might, making him the master among masters. He is the only one I admire."

When Elsa mentioned the Supreme One, her face was filled with fanaticism. She looked as if she would give anything to be with him.

Bradfort nodded in agreement. "The Supreme One is like a god. He's a real man. You're already a God of War at such a young age. Maybe you'll catch the Supreme One's eyes. You might even become the Supreme Lady. If that happens, our family will rise with you."

Imagining the glory of his family ascending to upper-class status, Bradfort became more excited as he spoke.

Elsa blushed slightly. "Dad, be careful with your words. I know my limits. Although I'm excellent, I don't dare to hope to become the Supreme Lady. If the Supreme One doesn't mind, I'd be content just being his mistress."

It sounded unbelievable that a woman about to become a God of War was satisfied to be a mistress. However, everyone found it reasonable, considering the Supreme One was no ordinary man. Countless women would line up for a chance to be his mistress or even a servant.

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh. "Elsa, you'll soon realize what you've lost. This will be the biggest mistake of your life."

"Sebastian, don't you think your words are ridiculous?" Elsa sneered. "I did feel a bit guilty, but now I see I'd made the right choice by leaving you."

Sebastian didn't bother to argue further. He had given her a chance to repent, yet she didn't appreciate it. It wasn't his problem anymore.

"Lord Wavebreaker and Lord Northum have arrived!"

As the announcement came, two more Gods of War arrived.

Everyone, including Elsa's father and brother, knelt to greet them.

Yale and Fernando were established Gods of War, while Elsa had yet to become one formally. While she didn't have to get on her knees before them, her family had to kneel.

As Esme instinctively started to kneel, Sebastian stopped her again.

"Remember what I said before," he reminded her. "As my fiancée, you don't need to kneel to anyone, not even the gods above."

Esme nodded. For some reason, she had complete trust in Sebastian.

Seeing Sebastian continue to sit there, Elsa frowningly demanded, "Sebastian, what are you doing? Lord Wavebreaker and Lord Northum are here. Hurry up and kneel to greet them!"

"There are only a few people for whom I would get on my knees. No one else deserves my kneeling," Sebastian said proudly.