"So we did get something out of it." Beast Boy licked his fur.
"Stop!" Jason abruptly grabbed Beast Boy by the scruff of his neck. "Don't lick your butt!"
"Hiss—" Beast Boy shuddered. "Damn it, this—it's instinct."
"Watch yourself." Jason put Beast Boy down and got him a dried fish.
They were near the Mediterranean, so seafood was the one thing they had in abundance.
"Oh, right, I saw another one of our friends besides you guys." Beast Boy suddenly remembered something. "Damn it, this body's brain is too small. I almost forgot."
"Oh? Who?" Roland asked curiously.
"It was—" Beast Boy thought for a moment before answering. "Astra."
"What's her role here?" Roland had a bad feeling about this.
"She's—a Vestal Virgin."
"What's that?" Jason asked, puzzled.
"No idea." Roland shook his head.
"I know this one," Cassandra said. "It all began during the Trojan War. After Troy fell, Aeneas, the son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, fled with his father on his back and his son at his side. He eventually reached a place near Rome called Alba. The local king married his daughter to Aeneas and made him heir to the throne."
"Around 800 BC, two brothers from Aeneas's family inherited the throne jointly. The younger brother murdered the older one and killed all his male descendants to eliminate any future threats. He spared only Princess Rhea Silvia, who served the goddess Vesta."
"As a Vestal Virgin, she wasn't supposed to marry before the age of thirty. But the princess caught the eye of Mars, the God of War, and gave birth to twins. The older one was named Romulus, and the younger one Remus. They were later raised by a she-wolf and became the new kings of Rome."
"That's why Vestal Virgins have such high