The Goddess of Fate's white gown had already been stained red with blood, and the blood from her mouth would not stop flowing.
Reginald Weston and Bardon Bard and others had also arrived on this warship. Seeing the state of the Goddess of Fate, tears burst forth from their eyes.
They could feel that the Goddess of Fate's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and she probably wouldn't hold on for much longer.
The Goddess of Fate's beautiful eyes were tightly fixed on Lionel Yeager as she said in a weak voice, "Lionel... you should also know... that I like you... I've always liked you...
But... I've been too foolish... I didn't know how to express my feelings for you...
Maybe... only in this way could you remember me... understand what you mean to my heart...
It's a pity... that I'm about to die... and in future, I won't be able to stay by your side... to share your worries and solve your troubles..."
"Natasha..."
"Big Sister Natasha... please don't die... don't die..."