"Do we really have to do this?"
As Laine and his two companions harbored their own thoughts, in The Temple dedicated to the offering of fire and protection of the goddess Hestia, Momon was somewhat nervous.
Although the creator stood by his side, and even though he was reluctant to part with the sacrifice that was to be offered, he still felt uneasy.
After all, in the past, Prometheus had told them more than once about the era when deities roamed the earth, how they could shake mountains and reverse the flow of rivers and seas.
"Don't worry, Momon, Her Highness Hestia is one of the kindest goddesses among the gods. Even if she notices anything wrong, she will come to warn me first rather than directly punishing you,"
Standing at the entrance of The Temple, the tall Prometheus comforted those around him.
