Since the Night of Spiritual Numbers, when Falling Fire descended from the heavens, more than seventy years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Time passed swiftly, but as far as humans were concerned, aside from the sun flickering abnormally more and more often and stars falling more frequently, nothing around Mount Othrys had changed.
The environment had not changed because this place was influenced by the power of Divine Mountain. The Four Seasons remained evergreen, and the scenery was as it had always been.
The humans had not changed, naturally, because Golden Age Humans were simply like that. Without that unexpected dream, perhaps they would not have been any different from when they were born even when they died.
Still, there had been one unexpected change in their monotonous lives. The living being who had once been brought to the human tribe had gradually grown up.
She had an appearance like a god, yet she was different from humans. Humans resembled male gods, while she resembled a goddess—though she was a goddess who did not grow up.
Although the humans, following the God King's orders, never spoke with her, as time passed, some of the peculiar things about her inevitably spread among them.
The humans called her and the power she wielded sinners who had stolen divine authority. Just as in the records from when Hecate descended, this was recorded on a stone tablet and permanently left before the temple.
····· Sasha Sasha Sasha--
With her bare feet stepping on the leaves in the forest, she listened to the sound of the wind sweeping through them. Hecate, dressed in red with red hair, walked along the stream at a lighthearted pace toward the wooden house where she lived.
"La la la— I can finally go back~"
Humming a