In the fifth house, the young lion sits on a fallen stone pillar, one leg bent and the other leg hangs low, quietly looking at the pocket watch in the palm of his hand.

A silver chain, gold hands, and a photograph embedded in the case.

The black-haired girl was holding a bouquet of flowers, sniffing it carefully, looking happy and intoxicated, as if she would never know what sorrow was.

The zodiac is a place of justice, but it is not a place of love.

There was a lack of warmth here, and the inside of the palace was unusually cold. For countless years, those who have sharpened their strength to the extreme, have spent most of their lives facing darkness here.

Some of them may be lucky enough to participate in the jihad and maximize their value.

But more than that, just empty and pale waiting.

For a goddess who doesn't know when it will come, for a Hades who doesn't know when it will attack.

Aeolia was undoubtedly lucky, the Temple of Athena had already welcomed its own master, and the Immortal Army was also waiting for an opportunity around the Sanctuary.

In this way, you will be able to let your penance shine once.

But looking at the girl, he would occasionally think about it, if he wasn't born as a warrior, or if he didn't choose to sharpen himself as a warrior—

Aeoria's pupils condensed like the roar of a beast, and the flash of light split the shadows behind her, tearing through the darkness and ripping out of it.

"I thought I was well hidden, and I was able to pass through the Lion Palace safely, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you, Aeolia."

Garon patted the dust off his knees, unfazed by the lion's brawl.

"I have been guarding this lion palace all year round, and every floor tile and every inch of air in it is all too familiar.

It is not very difficult to find an extra foreign body. ”

The golden breath gradually faded, and Aioria said lightly,

"The rules of the zodiac should have been told to you, where is the Pope's warrant?"

Garon simply threw out the Pope's warrant and sat down.

After confirming that the warrant was correct, Aioria frowned,

"Garon, you should still have a mission to do, what do you mean by that?"

"I'm a little tired from the days of fighting, and I don't want to rest in enemy territory for the rest of my days.

The environment of this lion palace is just the right time for me to rest and recuperate, and to regain my strength and spirit.

The reason I've given should be enough, Aeoria.

Or, do you mind if I stay here? ”

Garon's eyes swept with interest over the pocket watch that Aeoria had on his wrist.

"Whatever you like", Aeoria pulled her cloak and turned to face the stairs outside the palace, quieting down.

Garon's words weren't all lies, and while he was still in the Sanctuary, he really needed to take a break for the rest of the battle.

Although the relationship with Leo is not good, at least there is no need to worry about the other person having ideas. Yes, all the thoughts of this guy are written on his face, and it also saves Garon a lot of effort.

"You look like you hate me?" Garon smiled,

"No one likes a faux pas,"

"I'm sorry that no one taught me this", Garon shrugged,

"The tricks of the Gemini Gold Saint Seiya are also self-taught?"

Aeolia's face was full of contempt, it was dissatisfaction with the lie.

"Half-stealing, half-learned," Garon patted the dust off his trouser leg and stood up, "don't tell the Pope, or I'll be severely fined." ”

By the way, this guy seems to be .....

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention this," Aeoria said, her resolute expression rarely flashing with apology.

"It doesn't matter, I've gotten used to it over the years,"

Garon walked towards the outside of the lion palace,

"Okay, it's about time, I'll go first."

As if suddenly remembering something, Garon stopped again and said to Aeolia,

"By the way, do you have any people to take care of in that village?

Maybe I'll be lucky enough to run into them, and I'll be able to be a messenger or a guard. ”

"Smack-"

Garon was stunned and grabbed the golden pocket watch, and said in surprise,

"There really is."

"Before I went to the Sanctuary to exercise, I was taken care of by the watchmaker's family. I've been keeping this thing with me, and I wanted to give back a little bit in the future. ”

Aioria didn't continue, the man wasn't very good at expressing his feelings, so he stopped in moderation.

A solid gold pocket watch, a silver chain, and a photograph worth far more than both.

"If I want to send something so valuable, I really have to charge some postage."

A smile crossed the corner of Garon's mouth, but he saw that Leo's momentum changed.

It was the heat that could scorch the wasteland like wildfire in a short moment, and shatter the clouds like thunder.

The golden universe swelled and burned on the surface of the lion's holy clothes, suppressed to the extreme, and then released through the slightly raised fist.

“Lightning——Plasma！”

A web-like beam of light swept through everything, tearing open the tiles and heading straight for Garon. The rushing rays of light took up the entire space, and the beams converged into a rain of light, forming a sea of light that swallowed Garon in a second.

After a long time, the light that dominated the entire field of vision slowly faded,

"Click-"

Garon stepped out of the unfinished sea of light, a pensive expression.

"The Light Speed Fist is the foundation of the foundation for the Golden Saint Seiya, and my moves are only to improve him to a certain extent according to my own ability.

Skill may be important, but having the fortitude to defy obstacles is the first requirement for a Plasma Beam Punch. ”

The small universe used to display the trick completely collapsed, and Aeoria turned around and walked back to the depths of the Lion Palace.

"Aeolia, in return for such an important trick, that girl is indeed very important to you."

Garon said slowly,

"Although the holy war is dangerous, it may not be lifeless, why do you have to be so resolute?"

In the shadows, Leo turned his face slightly sideways,

"I, Aeolia, as the Golden Saint Seiya, swore to dedicate everything to the Sanctuary and Athena when I accepted this Leo Holy Vestment, and there was no superfluous affection to cede to others.

You know more than I do, and I'll leave the rest to you. ”

On the steps of the Lion Palace, Garon was left alone. Dark clouds covered the sky, and there was no light to show his face.

"A holy garment for a lifetime of loyalty, even if it is armor made of gold, is too cheap for us."

Garon put away his pocket watch and headed down the stairs.

Dismask has a mission to do, and Cancer Palace is an unguarded territory.

The corpse gas, the stench, the stiff face against the walls and the imprint on the floor tiles were a testament to Dismask's exploits.

Walking among the corpses, he could faintly hear the whispers of the dead, but he was not affected much.

There is not much to blame for Dismask's approach.

When you learn to kill, you can't avoid hurting the innocent. Only punishing evil is a fantasy that does not exist in reality.

You don't have the ability to do that.

The best way to avoid wrongful killing is to put down the knife, don't learn boxing, and be an ordinary person.

Garon hated the self-righteous 'saints', who had no ability to achieve harmlessness, but who still had to hinder the actions of others until the situation worsened and then put on a sad face.

In front of me, there was such a man who was almost like a god standing there.

Garon's eyes flashed with a hint of deep disgust.