"What you call a fishy smell is the sea's own fragrance to me."
"Besides, if these fine clothes get dirty, won't you give me a new outfit?"
Aglaea folded her arms and shook her head. "I won't."
"So what's this banquet you're talking about?" Yan Huan looked at them both.
"Don't tell me you're holding it especially to celebrate my arrival?"
"Certainly not." Aglaea turned to Yan Huan with a faint smile.
"Come to think of it, you two don't know yet."
"Before every battle and after every victory, Caesar holds a grand gathering for the Chrysos Heirs to lift their spirits."
"That's right." Hysilens looked at them too.
"For warriors like us, who spend our lives moving between life and death, it's a moment we look forward to even more than victory."
Aglaea scoffed.
"Heh... A revel to open the hunt for the god of revelry, and secret brews offered up to the progenitor of ceremonial brews. How absurd."
"Don't look so glum." Hysilens put a hand on her hip. "The outcome's already decided, and the feast is for Fagina. Why not take a lesson from the Titans and live for the moment?"
Aglaea shook her head. "I'm not as carefree as you."
"That little Dolos kitten keeps causing trouble everywhere. It's enough to give me a headache."
"And I still have a clothing commission to finish..."
"Once the Core Flame lights up my eyes, I may not be able to focus the way I used to."
Yan Huan fell into thought.
At this point in time, Aglaea had yet to take up the divine authority of Romance.
In other words, she was still an ordinary Chrysos Heir, and Hysilens was her superior.
"What is it?"
Noticing Yan Huan staring at her eyes, Aglaea smiled.
"Curious about them? People