The night hung low.
The wind passed through broken walls and ruins, echoing with hollow wails. After the fires went out, the ruins of Rhodes Island returned to dead silence, though the air remained thick with the scent of ash and blood.
Zeus handed Kratos's blood to Ian.
"Those who commit many injustices will eventually destroy themselves, Zeus." Ian weighed the crystal vial in his hand. The dark red blood swayed slightly inside, as though it still carried Kratos's fury and unwillingness before death.
He casually tossed the vial into the magical Money Bag at his waist, which looked ordinary but contained endless space within.
"This is none of your concern. It is merely a family matter." Zeus strongly resisted Ian's advice and answered in a cold voice.
Ian was not the sort of person who enjoyed pressing his warm face against someone else's cold backside. He only liked it when others pressed their warm faces against his own cold backside, so seeing this, he did not continue trying to persuade Zeus.
"One item acquired."
He muttered to himself.
"Next are the Talking Rose and Epiphyllum Flower Nectar." What sounded like a private murmur was actually a reminder to Zeus that he still needed two more things. When he mentioned the Epiphyllum Flower Nectar, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He seriously suspected Titaness Claire wanted it because she herself had a craving for it. That woman had never been able to resist sweets—but he had no proof, so he still had to honestly find it and bring it back.
To be honest.
Ian truly could not understand Titaness Claire. Her personality was complicated and contradictory. At times she was cold and ruthless, while at others she showed deep compassion for the mortal world. She had spoken seriously when