Could We Make Do for the Night?

Sanctuary, Third Hub of the Twelve Zodiac Temples, Gemini Temple.

Helen carried the Fluorite Lamp, walking alone with elegant grace. She raised a hand to brush over the aged furnishings around her, a trace of nostalgia surfacing in her eyes as the corners of her lips curved faintly.

Gog, the Spartan Queen standing before the courtyard pillars at the entrance, paused slightly, her thoughts wandering.

It seemed it had been a long time since she had seen Lady Helen smile so sincerely.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, after the Trojan War, the golden apple that had stirred countless disputes and brought endless calamities had passed through the hands of Mount of the God of War before being bestowed upon Helen, preserving her youth forever.

Sparta's royal authority had changed hands generation after generation, and familiar faces had grown fewer and fewer. Pollux and Castor, the siblings stationed at Mount of the God of War, had also spent little time with their younger sister due to their busy duties.

A long life was not necessarily a good thing for a woman left alone to guard Artemis's temple.

And everything about Lady Helen seemed to remain trapped in the past between the Calydonian Hunt and the War of the Giants, forever unable to move forward.

Yet ever since that Lord Theseus had appeared, this elder of the family seemed to have smiled more often these past two days.

Could that rumor be true?

Back then, had the one on Mount of the God of War really sparked something unusual with Lady Helen during the Calydonian Hunt?

If so, it seemed to explain why Mount of the God of War had bestowed that golden apple upon Lady Helen...

Then the other rumor was probably true as well?

It seemed Goddess Athena truly