"Eh—!" Theseus stared at Thaumas in shock. Thaumas had just told him about the Underworld.
"You really shot through Hell Gate?"
Thaumas nodded.
"You received an apology from the King of the Underworld?"
Thaumas said yes.
"The King of the Underworld has taken a liking to you?"
Thaumas blushed.
"And you still haven't gone along with it?"
Thaumas became furious.
Then Thaumas cut Theseus off and spoke helplessly.
"Isn't that why I'm trying to figure out a solution? Who knew Lord Hades would be like this? I was a little too impulsive back then. I couldn't control myself, so I damaged Hell Gate and set off a whole series of events."
Everything that had happened lately was too fantastical. He had been so busy that his head was spinning. He had even dared to...
Thinking about it now, even Thaumas himself felt frightened afterward, let alone Theseus.
"So how do you plan to solve it?"
Theseus asked kindly. After all, he knew a little about this close friend's preferences. At least they were not strange.
"That's why I came to ask for your help!" Thaumas said.
"Mm—squeak!"
Griffin suddenly squeezed in and rubbed his head against Thaumas.
"All right, all right, Griffin, I won't forget you this time! We'll need your help on the road later. Here, go play with this."
Thaumas stuffed a piece of gold into Griffin's mouth. Griffin excitedly carried it off to play nearby.
Although Griffin loved gold, he had little ability to store it and was always traveling, so all the gold he obtained was kept with Thaumas.
Thaumas's storage space was limited, so the gold he gave Griffin was often recycled...
It was like Griffin deposited his wages in a "bank," and then the "bank" used Griffin's own money to pay Griffin's wages. It