Chapter 585: The Goddess of the hearth, Hestia. 2
"The man is spiteful, mean, and proud... But, he is a family man, and he will do anything for them, and it was that willingness that allowed us to start again."
The more Aphrodite spoke, the more the pink power was released from her body and spread around; the feeling was so heavy that even Hestia felt a little suffocated.
'It's so heavy! What is this!? Can this still be called love?' She was bewildered. She wasn't alien to love; she had seen it several times through her faithful, but... She'd never experienced it. After all, she swore an oath never to have a relationship with anyone and to stay pure.
Seeing Aphrodite react so intensely and make that dreamy expression, feeling the weight of the Love Goddess's feelings, Hestia's heart filled with envy.
'...Why am I feeling jealous?' Hestia thought. She couldn't understand this negative feeling of hers; why was she feeling so helpless?
