"Father, what is this..."
As Andrea pulled herself together from the earlier chill, her mood grew even heavier.
She could not name the feeling, but it undoubtedly proved that Theseus's injuries were far from optimistic.
However, in the face of his daughter's confusion, the King merely waved his hand slightly.
"...Andrea."
"I know what you want to ask, ... but unless something unforeseen happens, I am going to die."
"What?! But—"
"Let me finish."
Theseus, speaking softly, looked at his somewhat panicked daughter.
In this moment, he considered many things, but in the end, he made a choice.
"I will tell you everything later, but for now, I need to tell you."
"After I die, you will be the next ruler of Athens."
Crack—
Theseus's voice was not loud, but it was accompanied by the sound of thunder.
The forces stirred up by the incarnations of the gods had ultimately affected the atmosphere, and Athens, already close to the sea, was about to face a heavy downpour.
