You stared blankly at the lines of text. "Forbidden? Why forbidden? You were the one who abandoned me first…" you murmured to the air. "You left for over a hundred years without even an explanation… Now you're back just to say this?" You collapsed onto the bed, clutching the letter in your hand.

Gradually, you realized something. Her return this time… was it because she knew about you and Aglaea? That meant she was still paying attention. She still cared. Otherwise, why would she specifically come back to leave such a letter? So that was it. You had indeed thought before whether Cifera would care if your relationship with Aglaea became known throughout the world, but it was just a fleeting thought; you held no hope at all. Unexpectedly, she really couldn't hold back.

"Heh…" You suddenly laughed, a hint of madness flashing in your eyes. Since that's the case, there's no turning back. Then let's continue. Let her be jealous, let her be angry, to get revenge for her abandonment. Her words, "I hate you," still lingered in your mind, but now you felt it didn't matter; everything, even if it was destroyed, didn't matter.

You would continue your original plan: approach Aglaea, understand the truth of the Journey of Chasing the Flame, meet other Chrysos Heirs, wait for the so-called Savior to appear, and then prevent the re-creation of the world. And after that, perhaps destruction, or something else. It didn't matter. You just wanted to clear away everything you hated, whether it was the Journey of Chasing the Flame, the divine revelation, or the so-called Savior. You lay down and slept for a short while before morning arrived.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Orion?" It was Aglaea's voice, with a hint of probing. "Are you awake?"

You took a deep breath, suppressing all your emotions. "I'm awake."

The door opened, and Aglaea walked in, carrying breakfast. "I made your favorite honey bread," she said gently, placing the tray on the table. Looking at her expectant eyes, you knew what she was waiting for.

"Aya," you began. Her body trembled slightly.

"You don't have to force yourself, I said I'd give you time—" Aglaea immediately interrupted.

"I'm willing to try."

The room suddenly fell silent. Aglaea's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard.

"You… what did you say?"

"I said," you stood up and walked over to her, "Let's be together."

"Really?" Her voice trembled. "Not for a pretense, not to appease the Council?"

You nodded. "It's real."

The next second, Aglaea threw herself into your arms, hugging you tightly. "This is great…" Her tears soaked your clothes. You hugged her back, your fingers gently caressing her golden hair.

Over the next twenty years, your relationship became the envy of all Ohema.

"Look, it's Lady Aglaea and Lord Orion!"

"They are truly a perfect match!"

"I heard Lord Orion personally makes breakfast, lunch, and dinner for Lady Aglaea every day."

Listening to the surrounding chatter, a happy blush appeared on Aglaea's face. "You spoil me so much," she complained softly. "Now, if I don't eat your cooking, I feel like it has no taste."

"Then I'll cook for you for a lifetime," you replied naturally. Her smile grew even brighter.

For the next century, every public appearance you made together drew admiration from the people, who said they had never seen such a loving couple. Aglaea became increasingly dependent on you; she would secretly look at you during work breaks, she would hold you to sleep late at night, and she would weave the softest clothes for you. And you played the role of the perfect lover, preparing her breakfast every day, accompanying her in handling government affairs, and offering comfort when she was tired. Sometimes, this life made you almost forget your true purpose.

After being with Aglaea for two centuries, you finally found the answer you were looking for. The divine revelation was certain: all Chrysos Heirs would become sacrifices for the re-creation of the world, leaving only the Savior to create a new world. Aglaea knew you were investigating these matters but chose to remain silent. She said she understood your worries because she also feared losing you. But even so, she still clung to the ideal of the Journey of Chasing the Flame. However, this only strengthened your resolve.

For the next century, you secretly contacted forces that harbored doubts about the Journey of Chasing the Flame. On the surface, you remained Aglaea's most loyal companion, accompanying her to meet politicians from various city-states and helping her handle all sorts of affairs. She would occasionally mention Cifera's whereabouts, saying that someone had seen the Trickster Demigod helping the poor in the Northern Snow Mountains. Whenever this happened, she would look at you earnestly and say that if you wanted to go find her, she wouldn't stop you. And you would always lightly kiss her forehead and tell her you weren't going anywhere. This was the truth. At least for now, you truly just wanted to stay with her. Cifera hadn't appeared for several centuries. Perhaps she really did, as the letter said, come to hate you very much. If that was the case, then so be it. At least Aglaea truly loved you. At least the days spent with her were not painful for you.

Over the next century, you noticed Aglaea had changed. Not her appearance—she was still as beautiful as ever—but something deeper. The erosion of divinity had begun to manifest. Aglaea became increasingly ruthless in handling government affairs; she would issue execution orders without hesitation, managing the city-state in a purely rational manner. Empathy, compassion, tolerance—these human qualities were gradually being stripped away from her. Only when facing you could she still be her usual self, showing all her tenderness. She would embrace you upon returning home, weave clothes for you, and stroll and kiss with you. It seemed all her remaining humanity was concentrated in her love for you.

At 600 years old, late at night, Aglaea suddenly woke up with a start.

"A Mo, I had a dream."

"What dream?" You held her trembling body.

"I dreamed… I turned into an emotionless monster. I could see everything, but I couldn't feel anything. Except…" She looked up, her eyes filled with fear, "Except when I saw you."

"That was just a dream." You gently stroked her back. "It's alright, Aya."

"I'm scared… I can feel it, divinity is devouring me. One day, I will become a true Titan. By then, will I still be able to love you?"

"Yes, you will," you said firmly. "I believe you will. Just as I love you."

She stayed in your arms all night. You knew her premonition was correct. As one of the first to become a demigod, she suffered the most severe divine erosion. Perhaps before the re-creation of the world, she would completely lose her humanity and become a cold, emotionless deity.