Delmor looked up at the eleven Golden Cloths, feeling both compelled and helpless. The Sacred Domain was the Sun God's territory, and no one could defy the Sun God's command.
Besides, judging by the situation, although it was a multiple-choice question, he had no choice at all.
Delmor looked at the Golden Cloths with mixed feelings. Come to think of it, aside from being a little too black, the Sun God had nothing particularly wrong with him.
If he wanted Zoe's eyes healed, he had to serve the Sun God. It was an equal and fair transaction, with no divine charity or pity involved, nor any need for human gratitude.
Could it really be as Perseus had said? The Sun God looked black, but he was actually a kind-hearted and good god?
The thought that had suddenly popped into his mind was a little absurd. Delmor secretly glanced at Russell and saw only bottomless blackness. It truly was absurd.
He steadied himself and stopped overthinking. Looking up at the eleven Golden Cloths, he had to choose one. Being suddenly asked to set his sights on becoming a Saint Seiya left him hesitant, unsure which one he should choose.
To be fair, all eleven Cloths were flawless. Giving up any one of them was immensely difficult.
It was no wonder Delmor found it hard to choose, because he had never intended to become a Saint Seiya. He had come to the Sacred Domain only to heal his sister's eyes. Being abruptly asked to plan out his future life again, it was understandable that he felt lost.
After a long while, Delmor fixed his eyes on one Cloth. He took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and said firmly, "Sun God, I want to become Pisces..."
"The Taurus Golden Cloth? No problem.