"King of Eryxis, perhaps I can take care of your son."
"I once had a child myself, so I am quite experienced in this."
After dinner, Demeter expressed her thoughts directly as she had done every time in the past.
And, as expected, Clytius suppressed his inner surprise and swiftly agreed to her proposal.
The King thought his investment was finally paying off. Even though it was not exactly what he had desired, the response from a seeming deity was not something he could control.
Thus, Clytius handed over the swaddled infant Demophon to the goddess; at that moment, he even decided that his second son would be the future King of Eryxis.
"Then, thank you, Moira."
"It's nothing. I quite like him, too."
As she took the prince and looked at the baby's smiling face, Demeter felt the void in her heart being filled.
