"I never expected your past to be so tragic, Castorice..."
Stelle's gaze toward Castorice immediately took on a peculiar tenderness. She wanted to hug Castorice like Theresa had and offer her some comfort, but only gods or Titans were immune to the power of death surrounding Castorice.
If she dared to hug her, she would be trying it and dying!
"This body is like morning dew; body and name alike shall fade. The River of Forgetfulness bears no ripples, guiding the wandering onward. Your figure resembles mine in some ways, and I..."
Acheron recalled how she had been left alone on Izumo and let out a sigh.
"Don't be sad, Acheron. With me here, you won't be lonely!"
Theresa smiled as she held Acheron's hand with her other hand. Acheron smiled as well, squeezing Theresa's little hand and nodding.
She would not compete with Castorice for Theresa's affection, because she had always believed that Theresa would remain by her side.
Besides, Acheron could see that Castorice had hugged Theresa and wept with such wild joy only because she had been alone for far, far too long. The power of death within her had made it impossible for her to get close to anyone since childhood.
Once she touched someone, the power of death would taint another life and make it wither away...
"It seems you all have pasts that are difficult to speak of. Then I shall go take care of some matters first. Castorice, have a nice chat with the travelers."
Aglaea rose slowly with a smile and left. She still had many things to attend to, such as adjusting the frequency of the golden threads to improve the network, or monitoring whether the Senate was making any moves.
As long as they were within Okhema, she could learn