Hela's attitude toward Aaron did not seem to have changed much, leaving him rather puzzled.
In Hela's eyes, he should have been nothing more than an unambitious man. Shouldn't the proud Goddess of Death have given him a few contemptuous looks?
He had talked himself hoarse because he wanted Hela to lower her opinion of him and stop focusing her attention on him, but it did not seem to have worked at all.
How could Aaron have known that his "scheme" had originally succeeded, only for Abei to turn the situation around with a few words?
All one could say was, one could guard against thieves by day and night, but it was hard to guard against thieves in one's own house.
Though he did not quite understand, Aaron did not take it too seriously.
It had only been a whim. Success would have been nice, but failure did not matter either.
After several peaceful days, Jean Grey came to the Divination Shop with Fawkes.
The moment she stepped through the front door, she was drawn in by the new decor. It was classically elegant, with an indescribable beauty.
"Aaron."
Jean had only called out once when a door on the second floor opened.
She looked up eagerly, only to see an unfamiliar woman walk out, a faintly meaningful smile on her face.
"Who are you?"
Jean's expression changed slightly. As she asked, she carefully sized Hela up.
She compared her hair, face, neck, figure, and height. Hela was no worse than her in any regard, perhaps even better, and there was something special about her bearing that made Jean feel a little defeated.
"Don't be nervous. I'm Aaron's cousin. Just call me Hela."
"Cousin?" Jean froze for a moment, then smiled gently. "Hello, Cousin. I'm here to see