Moneya, Cynthia, and Eriga all turned to look at Sektia.
Their knowledge of the holy relic beneath the ground was superficial and fragmentary. They only knew that it was intimately connected to their mother, and that their mother's bloodline could awaken the relic in exchange for immense power.
As for the form in which that power would be granted, they had no idea.
But Sektia certainly knew, because she had inherited the purest bloodline and resembled their mother the most. Their mother doted on Cupid the most, but if one were to name the heir of Paphos Island, it would undoubtedly be Sektia, as a woman.
Sektia, her platinum-blonde hair gleaming brilliantly, glanced at the unconscious "demigods." Nestling against her lover's chest, she said, "What is sealed in the basement is a primordial god—the primordial god that gave birth to the Beauty Goddess."
What exactly was a primordial god? Zhang Yuanqing asked, "...Is It a deity?"
Sektia furrowed her brows and pondered for a moment. "It is a deity, but it is more like an object. I can't describe It precisely. My dear Amini, come to the basement with me, and you'll understand everything."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded and did not press further. He said, "If we sacrifice to the primordial god, will Cupid be enough?"
A trace of sorrow appeared in Sektia's eyes. "Cupid was Mother's first child. The bloodline he inherited was no worse than mine."
The implication was clear: he was enough.
As Cupid's full sister, she was deeply saddened. Though her brother had been unruly, petty, and intensely jealous, they had still spent a thousand years together.
Yet she bore no grudge against Amini, because Amini was the love of her life. Cupid's death had been of his own making; Amini could not be blamed.
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