Chapter 19: Don’t Come Back
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Chapter 19: Don’t Come Back
“Girl, you’ve got quite the nerve to look at me straight in the way? Do you want to waste you life away?” as he spoke, his fake shell of a body melted away steadily.
Eutostea remained impassive. “I know now what you think of me. That’s enough.”
“…”
As he observed the voice of the woman he thought a stranger, a sense of dejection and familiarity washed over him.
“…Wait a minute.”
“I’ll offer myself to the temple. Eutostea, the Third Princess of Thebes… her name will be offered as a sacrifice of sincerity. I won’t speak what happened today, nor will my sisters, so pelase, don’t be angry at Thebes.”
Apollo’s lips tightened. His shell had almost melted. He could not speak properly; his vocal cords were broken.
“Please don’t come again. Don’t even dream of me,” Eutostea said bluntly as she grabbed hold of the candlelight.
“Eutostea,” Apollo muttered her name in his tongue without a sound.
The face of the Third Princess standing with only lit candlelight in the serene darkness gradually became opaqe.
Apollo, who’d been dozing off and leaned back against a chair in Olympus opened his shut eyes. He was silent, unable to think.
A thumping crash of iron echoed.
Hestia sat in front of a fire that never died out and looked at it with a poker face.
“Apollo, you had a good night? Did you enjoy it?”
“…Hestia… let’s not talk about it,” Apollo answered brusquely.
Long ago, he had fallen deep in love with that goddess – even begged to be hers desperately only to be rejected in humiliation. Since then, life with Hestia has been somewhat difficult. But he’s mature now, more than his father, Zeus, and he could live peacefully with her.
He did not immediately get up from the chair. A heavy heart droned over him and was unable to describe the feeling swirling in his heart.
“You’ve been in and out of the human world as of late,” said the virgin goddess.
She rarely talked, but today, she had much to say.
“Ah. That rumor,” Apollo responded.
“Isn’t it fascinating? Our brothers prefer to make contact with human beauties. Artemis and I talked and we thought it fascinating. You and that woman have so many differences.”
“I didn’t know Artemis was close to you.”
“I’m a pure soul and we get along well. But be careful. If you obsess over things blindly, it’ll only led to poison and torture.”
“You’re trying to admonish someone who’d just woke up,” frowning, Apollo revealed his displeasure.
Hercia worked on the furnace. Like sleet, flames fluttered and took form into the shape of a deer.
“Apollo, don’t let others see what lies in your heart. There are eyes watching.”
“…”
Apollo recalled the face of that woman.
His heart tightened.
“What? Are you hurting? Look at that distorted face of yours.”
“Nonsense. You’ve gone cray staring at the flames for too long.”
Apollo left the scene with a dismal chuckle.
A golden chariot appeared.
Hestia watched his fading figure, her grays glinting.
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Chapter 19: Don’t Come Back
“Girl, you’ve got quite the nerve to look at me straight in the way? Do you want to waste you life away?” as he spoke, his fake shell of a body melted away steadily.
Eutostea remained impassive. “I know now what you think of me. That’s enough.”
“…”
As he observed the voice of the woman he thought a stranger, a sense of dejection and familiarity washed over him.
“…Wait a minute.”
“I’ll offer myself to the temple. Eutostea, the Third Princess of Thebes… her name will be offered as a sacrifice of sincerity. I won’t speak what happened today, nor will my sisters, so pelase, don’t be angry at Thebes.”
Apollo’s lips tightened. His shell had almost melted. He could not speak properly; his vocal cords were broken.
“Please don’t come again. Don’t even dream of me,” Eutostea said bluntly as she grabbed hold of the candlelight.
“Eutostea,” Apollo muttered her name in his tongue without a sound.
The face of the Third Princess standing with only lit candlelight in the serene darkness gradually became opaqe.
Apollo, who’d been dozing off and leaned back against a chair in Olympus opened his shut eyes. He was silent, unable to think.
A thumping crash of iron echoed.
Hestia sat in front of a fire that never died out and looked at it with a poker face.
“Apollo, you had a good night? Did you enjoy it?”
“…Hestia… let’s not talk about it,” Apollo answered brusquely.
Long ago, he had fallen deep in love with that goddess – even begged to be hers desperately only to be rejected in humiliation. Since then, life with Hestia has been somewhat difficult. But he’s mature now, more than his father, Zeus, and he could live peacefully with her.
He did not immediately get up from the chair. A heavy heart droned over him and was unable to describe the feeling swirling in his heart.
“You’ve been in and out of the human world as of late,” said the virgin goddess.
She rarely talked, but today, she had much to say.
“Ah. That rumor,” Apollo responded.
“Isn’t it fascinating? Our brothers prefer to make contact with human beauties. Artemis and I talked and we thought it fascinating. You and that woman have so many differences.”
“I didn’t know Artemis was close to you.”
“I’m a pure soul and we get along well. But be careful. If you obsess over things blindly, it’ll only led to poison and torture.”
“You’re trying to admonish someone who’d just woke up,” frowning, Apollo revealed his displeasure.
Hercia worked on the furnace. Like sleet, flames fluttered and took form into the shape of a deer.
“Apollo, don’t let others see what lies in your heart. There are eyes watching.”
“…”
Apollo recalled the face of that woman.
His heart tightened.
“What? Are you hurting? Look at that distorted face of yours.”
“Nonsense. You’ve gone cray staring at the flames for too long.”
Apollo left the scene with a dismal chuckle.
A golden chariot appeared.
Hestia watched his fading figure, her grays glinting.
Chapter 19: Don't Come BackGirl, you've got quite the nerve to look at me straight in the way? Do you want to waste you life away? as he spoke, his fake shell of a body melted away steadily.Eutostea remained impassive. I know now what you think of me. That's enough.As he observed the voice of the woman he thought a stranger, a sense of dejection and familiarity washed over him.Wait a minute.I'll offer myself to the temple. Eutostea, the Third Princess of Thebes her name will be offered as a sacrifice of sincerity. I won't speak what happened today, nor will my sisters, so pelase, don't be angry at Thebes.Apollo's lips tightened. His shell had almost melted. He could not speak properly; his vocal cords were broken.Please don't come again. Don't even dream of me, Eutostea said bluntly as she grabbed hold of the candlelight.Eutostea,Apollo muttered her name in his tongue without a sound.The face of the Third Princess standing with only lit candlelight in the serene darkness gradually became opaqe.Apollo, who'd been dozing off and leaned back against a chair in Olympus opened his shut eyes. He was silent, unable to think.A thumping crash of iron echoed.Hestia sat in front of a fire that never died out and looked at it with a poker face.Apollo, you had a good night? Did you enjoy it?Hestia let's not talk about it, Apollo answered brusquely.Long ago, he had fallen deep in love with that goddess even begged to be hers desperately only to be rejected in humiliation. Since then, life with Hestia has been somewhat difficult. But he's mature now, more than his father, Zeus, and he could live peacefully with her.He did not immediately get up from the chair. A heavy heart droned over him and was unable to describe the feeling swirling in his heart.You've been in and out of the human world as of late, said the virgin goddess.She rarely talked, but today, she had much to say.Ah. That rumor, Apollo responded.Isn't it fascinating? Our brothers prefer to make contact with human beauties. Artemis and I talked and we thought it fascinating. You and that woman have so many differences.I didn't know Artemis was close to you.I'm a pure soul and we get along well. But be careful. If you obsess over things blindly, it'll only led to poison and torture.You're trying to admonish someone who'd just woke up, frowning, Apollo revealed his displeasure.Hercia worked on the furnace. Like sleet, flames fluttered and took form into the shape of a deer.Apollo, don't let others see what lies in your heart. There are eyes watching.Apollo recalled the face of that woman.His heart tightened.What? Are you hurting? Look at that distorted face of yours.Nonsense. You've gone cray staring at the flames for too long.Apollo left the scene with a dismal chuckle.A golden chariot appeared.Hestia watched his fading figure, her grays glinting.
