When Iver heard that he was going to find Hecate, Hypatia volunteered to go with him.
"Do you know Hecate?"
On the way, Iver heard Hypatia speak of the past and could not help feeling surprised. "But..."
...But Iver still remembered what Cardinal Hecate looked like.
She wore a laurel wreath on her head and had beautiful, long, chestnut-brown wavy hair. Judging by human age, she looked no more than nearly thirty. Moreover, her power was not particularly strong. Among all the Cardinals, she could even be considered on the weaker side.
Hypatia, however, had already been an ancient existence for at least two thousand years. She had become an apostle by 500 at the latest... In other words, any acquaintances she could have known back then should have been at least fifteen hundred years old. Even for elves, that was an extremely long span of time.
Or had Hecate already obtained the secret of immortality?
...Just like the Child of the Moon, had she obtained the ability to remain youthful from Constant Self?
"Let alone me... Hermes and Heracles both knew her."
Hypatia glanced wistfully at the greatsword floating behind Iver. "Although... you may have forgotten by now."
Neither Hypatia nor Iver had concealed Don Quixote's true identity. Whether he accepted this identity should have been his own decision, rather than something deliberately hidden from him "for his own good."
Facing Don Quixote, Hypatia said softly, "Back then, one of Heracles' twelve labors was to enter the underworld and bring Cerberus back to the Material Realm. Just like... how you brought Croesus back."
"...He went to the Dream Realm in the flesh?" Iver exclaimed.
"That's right. However, he didn't know the way. After all, the Dream Realm had no maps. That was why he asked Hecate to open a