In the blink of an eye, Paris found himself back at Marble Market.
"Huh? When did I get back?"
"Who cares?" Yan Huan looked toward Earth Beast Workshop.
"Where's the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter?"
"Looks like she isn't here." Paris scratched his head. "Did you need her for something?"
"Not really. Go on, take care of your own business."
"Okay... I'll go find Elder Oenone, then."
Having come to terms with the harsh reality, Paris set aside his confusion and prepared to seek refuge in a wealthy woman's arms.
Before leaving, he took out a spindle wound with gold thread.
"Whatever else happened, you two did save me again. Please take this gold thread."
After Paris left, Yan Huan looked at the gold thread in his hand.
"If this were peacetime, that guy could've been a real ladies' man."
Unfortunately, romance meant nothing in this era. Moneta hadn't managed to win over Cthulhu either, had he?
If even the Titan who governed Romance had failed, what chance did a mortal have?
"Here. Take it."
Yan Huan tossed the spindle to Castorice.
"You seem pretty close to Aglaea. Why not go find her at this point in time?"
"We can't." Castorice shook her head.
"Oloronis's miracles are limited. We should play it safe."
"Sigh. We spend every day worrying, and the world's still headed for Destruction."
As he spoke, Yan Huan took out a sack and set it on the ground.
Castorice watched him open it, revealing a heap of crystal-blue beads inside.
"What are these?" she asked.
"They don't have an official name yet, but for now, let's call them Soul Beads."
Yan Huan took out a Soul Bead and handed it to Castorice.
"I've been thinking about how to make sure my teammates never die."
"You might not know