"Stheno, what took you so long?"
Clinging to her eldest sister, Euryale looked as though she was about to cry.
"Even though it's supposedly safe here, I couldn't find any hero who could protect me. Boo hoo hoo."
"There, there, don't be afraid, Euryale. Crying will put flaws in your perfection." Stheno smiled as she comforted her sister.
Anna stood beside the two of them, her expression somewhat awkward.
It was not awkwardness over their reunion. Although her two sisters loved teasing her, the sisterly affection between them had never been false. Anna was undoubtedly happy to see her sisters again, but—
Seemingly noticing Anna's emotions, Stheno raised her head and glanced at her, then looked at Lemoni and sighed softly.
Taking Anna's hand, she pulled her over as well.
"Stupid little sister, you finally look somewhat prettier." Euryale grabbed Anna's other hand and smiled happily. "Though the grown-up you is more beautiful, you still can't be called perfect. Only you as you are now—"
"Um..." Anna looked rather embarrassed.
The young Medusa had essentially been a goddess who yearned for beauty, just like her two sisters. But then some things happened.
In any case, Anna's personality was somewhat gloomy now, though she occasionally still revealed that innocent expression—like she was doing now.
Euryale seemed to recall something, and her expression involuntarily turned worried. "Stheno, are we really going to—"
Already lowering her head, Anna lowered it even further.
"...Medusa is under a lot of psychological pressure. There's no hurry right now."
Stheno stroked Anna's head and sighed. "When we truly need to, then we'll—"
Euryale nodded in understanding. "I understand."
This goddess, who was somewhat livelier than her two sisters, was quickly distracted by something else.
"Stheno, how did you get here? Where's the hero escorting you?" She looked