Hyperion sat on the couch in front of the short-legged long table in the center of the hall, her gaze fixated on the Saintess before her and the murals behind her, falling silent after a while.
In this ethereal palace, forged by thousands of years of belief, when the faint natural light shone through the window lattices and hit the white embossments, the variously shaped divine figures seemed to glimmer, giving her the illusion that they were performing ancient legends.
"Isatia is the name of my mother."
Hyperion admitted after a pause, nodding her head.
Although she had never heard of the name Talia, her father once told her that her mother's real name is Isatia.
Hyperion felt that since the Bingxue Witch asked this question, she must already have a suspicion, and there was no need to deceive her.
Besides, the Bingxue Witch is the one who can help her now, she should try to trust her.
"As expected."
