"I'm sorry."
Rita delivered the message to Deceitful Bloom.
Seated upon a throne woven from crimson flower petals, Deceitful Bloom rested her chin on one hand and fell silent for a while.
Those three simple words seemed to present a question that required careful thought.
Rita sat on her own floral throne and didn't rush her.
She opened World Sigh and continued playing what increasingly resembled a grand strategy game.
At this point, seventy percent of Prison 8017 had already been dyed blue.
And the rate of expansion was accelerating.
At this pace, the entire prison would likely fall under their control by tomorrow.
Only after she had finished reallocating leader level players and divine players to the most difficult cells, based on reports from the front lines, did Deceitful Bloom finally speak.
"Was that all she said?"
"Only 'I'm sorry'?"
"Yeah."
That was all.
Just "I'm sorry."
Starsea Byme hadn't said she regretted anything.
She had betrayed Deceitful Bloom.
