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"An old woman crossing the wilderness?"
Within the royal palace of Eryxis, the dignified and composed king confirmed again with his daughters and received a positive response.
The old woman claimed to be Moira, who, due to an accident, ended up in this remote country.
She hoped that the king of this land would allow her to stay here for a while, and she was willing to do any work within her capability as repayment for her residency.
Naturally, Clytius wouldn't believe such words.
Many years had passed since the great flood, and the beasts that migrated from other parts of the land had once again taken over the wilderness. Those who could walk alone between different cities in this era were often beings that had broken the limits of mortals, possessing incredible abilities.
Like Clytius's father, the city founder of Eryxis, he was such a being during his lifetime. It was under his leadership that this group of humans did not perish on the way.
However, it was for this reason that the king was quite aware of what kind of power they possessed and what characteristics they had. But according to his daughters' description, the old woman didn't seem to be such a powerful figure, at least not the kind that comes from human self-cultivation.
Having eliminated this option, there weren't many possibilities left.
Legends of witchcraft had not yet spread among the new generation of humans, so Clytius's first thought was of a messenger of the gods—perhaps even a deity themselves.
Such an existence arriving in his country... Considering the people who were struggling with disasters nowadays, he instructed his daughters solemnly:
In such circumstances, being treated with such courtesy by the daughter of this human king was truly unexpected.
"Hmm... Probably just the treatment given to a guest."
"Anyway, I have nowhere else to go, so I might as well stay here for a while. I wonder what kind of work they'll arrange for me, what is the life of mortals like?"
Moira, or rather, The Fertility Goddess Demeter, had finally recovered from her sadness a little and started to take some interest in her current situation.
Since the war of the gods, the goddess who governed the growth of all living things had stayed on Mount Olympus. It wasn't because she liked it there, but on Mount Olympus, Demeter could feel somewhat safe.
Not for herself, but for her daughter Persephone. This daughter, forcefully conceived with Zeus, did not evoke disgust in Demeter but quite the opposite; she valued the child greatly. However, what worried the goddess was that her daughter's divine power was so weak and her appearance so beautiful.
Thus, Demeter raised her in a valley named Enna, entrusted to the nymphs' care to grow up. To prevent the gods from discovering her whereabouts, even the goddess herself seldom visited her.
After the war of the gods, it was even more so. The goddess did not want Zeus to find out where her child was, so she restrained her emotions and never went to see her. Until today, her longing for her daughter silently took her down from Mount Olympus to that secluded valley, but what she found there disappointed her.
The valley was already devoid of life, neither Persephone nor the nymphs who had been brought there were anywhere to be found.
The place seemed as if no one had lived there for a hundred years, exuding desolation and bleakness everywhere. This made the goddess panic on the spot, and the scene before her reminded her of her own past.
In her anxiety, Demeter stopped a carriage traveling by night. She sought an omen from the Goddess of the Magic Net, who was rumored to be able to predict the future using the stars, and for some reason, Hecate responded to her as well.
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