"But, what are your wounds..."

"On the first night of our fleet in Sparta, I was assassinated. We fought hard at sea but were outnumbered, and finally, under the cover of the soldiers, I avoided the pursuit, but I never thought that I would come to the place where God dwells in a panic. ”

After talking about his past experience, he closed his mouth, his brow no longer furrowed, but still not fully relaxed, and the resentment added a layer of heavy color to his deep eyes.

Carret's perception was extremely high, and she instinctively sensed that the whole war event was much more than just a battle for Helen, and Helen's unusual behavior seemed to have some ulterior motive.

Judging from a series of coincidental events such as her fingering of the war, sending a good enemy like Hector to the front line, and the assassination of the prince in the middle, it seems that a shocking conspiracy is hidden behind this long war.

She thought of what her friend Artimis had told her that Hera, the goddess of blessings, was inextricably linked to the Trojan War, and that she herself seemed to play a role in it.

Kareta is a low-level emissary, and she is not qualified to judge the actions of the gods, let alone track down the truth of the incident. Therefore, she sympathizes and regrets what happened to the hero.

Hector stood, pinning his sword to his waist and begging Kareta to show him the way out of the Sacred Grove. He had to go back to Troy at once, and he was worried about the situation there.

She confessed to telling him that she couldn't help herself. Although it would have taken him out of the psychedelic olive grove, the boat he was on had been destroyed by the assassins. With her meager mana, she couldn't use the method of "time and space transfer" to instantly send him back to distant Asia Minor.

She advised the prince to be at ease, and she would think of something else for him. "Please trust me, I will really help you!"

Kareta looked at him intently, her clear, beautiful light blue eyes sparkling, and her demeanor and tone of voice were more like longing for his trust.

He withdrew his eager expression, nodded at her, and threw a smile.

"Yes, I believe you. ”

Kareta blushed, she couldn't figure out why she was so impulsive, but she did care about the trust he placed in her. She quickly turned around and found some of the food Artimis had left behind.

"I must go back to Olympus, for Hemis will close the barrier sooner rather than later, and it will arouse the suspicions of the gods, and you can't tell them about your stay in the Forbidden Land. In a day or two, I may have a job on earth, and then I will bring you some more food. Please don't run around. ”

She told him again, and then left like a gust of wind.

In the days that followed, when Venus was instructed to go to the earth, Kareta always set out from the Holy Mountain early. She hurried to the human wedding celebration in a golden four-wheeled chariot driven by a multitude of white doves, and then hurried away, leaving as much time as she could to accompany Prince Hector.

She's used to this way of life –

When he saw him safe and sound by the lake deep in the sacred forest, he placed a basket of fruits and vegetables at his feet, and then sat aside and watched him eat quietly.

Looking at it, she will have a sense of satisfaction in her heart. During a break after dinner, he would tell her about some of the experiences he had.

Carreta could feel that Helen had subjected Hector to many injustices.

And he himself does not care about personal gains and losses, and the hero's mind accommodates more worries about the future of Troy and the fate of the people in the city.

Carette's admiration for him grew. She often thinks of a vivid scene:

The sky was clear, and with his brown hair, he was riding his beloved white steed and galloping happily on the shores of the Aegean Sea. The sun's rays fell on his handsome cheeks, on the golden sand, and on the blue waters......

Then she would laugh at her own stupidity, his home was in Troy, and he would one day leave the olive grove and disappear from her life completely.

...

After sending her blessings to a newlywed, Carette returned to the Sacred Grove as usual, and appeared to the prince like a cheerful bird.

She found that he had eaten very little today, and that the food was almost untouched under the olive tree.

"You don't seem to have much appetite, is there something wrong with you?" she asked him with concern.

"Nope. He looked up at the sky.

Carette was familiar with this habit of his. More often than not, he often looked at the sky for long periods of time.

In the crimson night, a crescent moon emits a cold cold light, which seems lonely and silent compared to the speckled stars.

"This place is worthy of being called the 'Terrible Forest of Death' by humans," Hector said softly.

"I've been here for so long that I can't even make out the direction. ... Kareta, can you point me where Troy is?"

She realized why he had always been used to looking at the sky. He was thinking about his home all the time, and she couldn't think of a comforting way to relieve him of homesickness.

Hector turned his face to Carret.

"When will I be able to get out of here?"

She froze and froze, her expression a little unnatural, "At least... Not yet..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hector shouted, "I've had enough!

Seeing her show extreme shock and grievance, he realized that his impulse had hurt the young messenger. He tried to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry, my country is at war right now, and the soldiers are fighting bloodily, how can I be a soldier and have peace of mind to be alone?

"I understand your feelings. I am thinking of a surefire plan to send His Highness back to Troy safely in the near future. ”

Caret smiled magnanimously.

Hector, however, easily noticed that there was unconcealed sadness in her sweet smile. He was silent and watched in silence as she sorted out the rest of the food, leaving him a change of clean clothes.

"I'm going back, you rest early. ”

She was about to turn away when he suddenly stopped her:

"Karethe," he hesitated, and then asked, "I, can I hug you?"

They looked at each other, and they both found their own images in each other's eyes. Hector spread his arms, and Kareta walked slowly towards him at the same time, and they finally embraced each other.

Lying in front of his solid chest, she could feel his body heat—

A warmth full of security made her obsessed and intoxicated, but also unbearable inner pain.

She knew it was just a fleeting dream, and that he didn't belong in her world after all.

She pushed him away and took two steps back.

"I'm leaving—" Tears flowed uncontrollably, she covered her mouth with her hands, and quickly ran back to the quadricycle, flying towards the holy mountain.

Seeing her disappear at one end of the woods, Hector's face showed the same sadness as hers. He whispered to himself:

"Kareta, why are you the daughter of God..."

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