Inside Layla's house, the atmosphere was unusually tense.
The living room, which was normally quiet and neat, now felt like the meeting place of two dangerous beings who could destroy the entire house if they lost their patience.
Athena sat on one side of the room.
Astarte sat on the opposite side.
And Arthur stood between them.
Arthur looked exhausted.
His dark hair was slightly messy, his crimson eyes carried a faint sense of helplessness, and the events of the past few days had clearly taken a toll on him.
First, he had accidentally formed an eternal spirit bond with Athena.
Then he had discovered that the bond was considered a spiritual marriage.
And now he had brought Athena to Astarte, hoping the demon woman might know how to undo it.
Arthur took a slow breath.
Then he looked at Astarte.
"Now do you understand?"
Astarte leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other.
Her violet eyes moved from Arthur to Athena.
