"Oh, my little spawns of devils. Just how much more will you upset your dearest mother?"
Deborah's pistol shook, gazing back at Hera. She still held the gun at her, but then dropped her hand. This could turn from bad to worse. Hence, Deborah mentally prepared herself to do what she must if Hera's plan — whatever that was — didn't work.
'Hera…' Deborah whispered to herself. 'Just what are you planning this time?'
Deborah didn't have so much faith in Hera. Especially after finding out that Hera was simply playing like a fool all this time. She heard many things about Hera Cruel, but the Hera Cruel she met months back was different from what she imagined. Hence, she thought those rumors about Hera were simply exaggerations.
However, those who knew Hera couldn't agree with Deborah.
[Mother.]
