The son, who rarely voiced his opinions, brought up the discontent among the domestic aristocracy.
He asked whether he had come to Eryxis for 'negotiation'.
The exchanges at the banquet were awkward and hesitant, yet they oddly revealed those aristocrats' thoughts.
And the only thing he needed to remind himself of was the Divine Descending of All Gods.
Hmm... perhaps that ritual also played some role. He had asked himself whether the Eryxis Secret Rite was real or fake, and he had told him that it was theoretically feasible.
He feared the Deity yet longed for Strength, so it didn't seem so strange that he would make such a choice.
But looking back... Seeing Demophon's eyes that dared not meet his own, Theseus felt a slight urge to laugh.
Do you really think you can get what you want, the curse of a God on a mortal never happens 'today'.
"Surrender now, mortal, you can't escape."
"Or perhaps you still plan to resist? After all, even now, you dare to call me by my name."
