King Draco was too preoccupied with his own thoughts as he stared at the face of the beautiful goddess. Minerva. She was even more beautiful than what he remembered. The man was deeply saddened.
However, he still tried to see if, perhaps, Minerva would remember him if he reminded her of the past.
"Tell me, dear goddess, do you remember the following that participated in the last tournament to godhood. Prince Jadeith and Urther? Both of them were kicked out due to injuries and you were one of the volunteer maiden goddesses that treated them."
Minerva's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the human and then felt guilty. "Why yes, I know the two and have talked with them, but—"
"Thank you. I just wished to confirm that." Without another word, King Draco promptly left the street and quickly stuck himself in the empty alley.
The darkness of the night bathed him as he mulled over the meeting and was filled with grief, rejection, and loss.
