Russell felt he was absolutely right. It was the same principle as Athena's Saint Seiyas: listen up, those guarding the Twelve Palaces. If you couldn't hold the line, the goddess would be ravaged by the enemy.
And it wasn't over yet. The enemies weren't outsiders—they were the goddess's eldest uncle, second uncle, father, and other brothers.
"So my sister and I are Saint Seiyas now?"
With the two Golden Cloths before her, Diayis still found it unbelievable. Especially for herself—she could become a Saint Seiya just because she was pretty...
It just sounded weird.
"The real deal. Go rest in Pisces Palace first. As for your sister, explain it to her yourself after she wakes up..."
Before Russell could finish, he waved his hand and sent both the Golden Cloths and the sisters away. His impatience made A'e think he was about to make a big move.
For instance, he might excuse himself to take a leak, then never return. The next day, he would show up looking refreshed and claim that the Sanctuary was too winding and he had gotten lost.
But that did not happen. After sending Hedamien and Diayis away, Russell thoughtfully looked toward the water mirror. The image showed the mysterious young man Chiron facing off against Euxis.
"This guy is pretty strong. Is he here for the Golden Cloth too?"
It was rare to see Russell acting seriously rather than pretending to be serious, and A'e could not help growing curious about Chiron.
The last man who had made Russell ignore beautiful women was the "God of Fire," Hephaestus.
For his sake, Russell had stood Athena and Artemis up, and even promised never to flirt with Aphrodite again.
"Compared to his purpose, I care more about who stands behind him."
Russell seemed to be talking