Although Aglaea had not truly left, she chose to go to Styxia to be safe.
At least Castorice would have company.
If Mydei dropped by, the three of them could even play a few rounds of cards.
"Sigh."
In the Hero's Bath, Phainon looked a little forlorn.
"I never thought this day would come. Can I really shoulder such a daunting responsibility?"
"Unless something unexpected happens, Aglaea probably won't return to Okhma City."
"What, miss her already?" Yan Huan promptly opened a door. "Then go down and keep her company. Mydei can come here instead."
"Never mind." Phainon waved a hand.
Phainon might not be a native of Okhema, but Mydei was even less of one.
If Mydei took over the responsibility of leading the Holy City, certain people hoping to revive the Suspended Edge Clan might come crawling out to make trouble.
And Tribbie and Tine were too softhearted. Unscrupulous people could easily take advantage of them.
After thinking it over, Phainon realized he was the only Chrysos Heir left who fit the role.
"Sigh. I've lost a mentor and a comrade."
"But Tribbie and Teacher Tining have lost a bond that lasted a thousand years... a part of their lives."
"I should go see them again."
Yet when Phainon reached the garden where Tribbie and Tine were, he found himself at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry, Tribbie, Teacher Tining... I can't believe I wasn't in the Holy City when it happened."
"Xiao Bai, please don't apologize to us," Tribbie said softly.
"Everything turned out all right, didn't it?"
"You went all the way to the Tree Court to grow stronger—strong enough to face the enemies threatening Okhema."
"You did nothing wrong. Please don't blame yourself."
"But if I'd dealt with those assassins earlier... this attack would