Demos lies alone in the first-floor bedroom, woaking in the grief of Noah's death.

The scenes of his past and present lives were playing back in front of his eyes, as if movies from different channels were being shown at the same time, and the chaotic images made him dizzy and unable to sleep.

At dawn, he got up and struggled to the kitchen to find a glass of water. Passing by the dining room, I saw Kareta busy.

She wore her hair tied up, a very ordinary cotton shirt and trousers, and a long apron, and was bringing food to the table. Busy from the dining room to the kitchen, and then from the kitchen to the dining room, the hands and feet are quite nimble.

When Demos stopped, Carette walked out of the kitchen with another pot of freshly brewed coffee. The soles of her feet suddenly slipped, and a splash of hot coffee spilled out of the pot, all splashing on the back of her hand.

"Ahh

As she screamed in pain, Demos had caught up and grabbed the coffee pot that she was about to throw out of her hand.

“...... Demos ...... Thank you ......."

Kareta blushed, softly spoke to him, and then hung her head.

After talking to "Jose" on the phone, she began to be busy with these trivial things in life.

The housekeeper Noah is gone, and it is not a last resort to take over this matter. It's just that Carreta thinks that these trivial things are the true essence of life, the bond of family and love that can maintain her and Demos.

In the last time together, she just wanted to do these things seriously, so as to convey her affection for him to Demos.

Demos quickly put the coffee pot on the table and pulled up the cold water pipe that Carette headed straight for the kitchen. Unscrewing the faucet, he grabbed her injured hand under running water and rinsed it carefully.

His chest pressed against her back, so that the distance between their bodies was zero.

Through the two thin layers of clothing, Kareta could clearly feel the warmth of the slightest wisp. That is the temperature of Demos's body, a male force that can reach the bottom of the heart, a unique sense of security for the lover.

The atrium seemed to have been hit by a wave of electricity, and suddenly trembled slightly.

Carette withdrew her hand from the cold water, quickly wiped it on her apron, and turned to face Demos.

He had already changed into brand new clothes and washed away the filth. At this time, he returned to his heroic appearance, but his handsome face was not good, his dark eyes were not bright, and his dark circles were serious.

Demos's gaze was on Carette, and he looked at her carefully, at her unpretentious dress.

He undeniably adapts to every role transition, from gods to humans, from noblewomen to housewives.

Looking at her with a somewhat haggard look, Demos's heart suddenly softened.

Perhaps, she is not a perfect woman, but she is a very good woman, a woman who is never pretentious, not shocked when she encounters trouble, and who is obedient -

Just because of the traitor's deceit, he actually has a grudge against such a woman, and even used violence indiscriminately, what a stupid act!

"Don't be busy, it's so hard in the morning. After a break, we went to have breakfast together. ”

Demos brought Carreta to the table, pulled out the dining chair with his own hands, and then gently pressed her shoulders to sit down.

Kareta felt a little flattered.

Sitting down in her chair, she watched silently as he picked up the coffee pot and poured some coffee into the bone china cup, mixed it with some milk, and added half a sugar cube.

With that done, he put the cup of coffee in her hand.

He has always been familiar with her eating habits, and the steps of mixing coffee alone are done accurately.

Karete's eyes were hot, and her heart was moved.

He hadn't conveyed this kind of concern to her for a long time—

Demos poured himself another cup of black coffee without any ingredients, and sat down across from Carette.

Breakfast was plentiful.

Omelettes, ham, grilled fish, creamy corn, vegetable salad, toast and whole-wheat bread fill the table.

Demos didn't have much of an appetite of his own, but in order not to disappoint Carette, he poured some of each dish into his plate.

Thinking of his last wish before Noah's death, he is determined to treat Kareta well from now on and repair his relationship with her.

The dead are gone, and the lives of the living go on.

Whether the future will be happy or painful, whether they will experience happiness or misfortune, they must face it calmly -

Kareta is indeed a kind girl. Sometimes, she is so kind that she does stupid things for the sake of others.

Demos thought that with what he knew about her, he believed that she would be able to sacrifice herself to save others for the sake of her friends and relatives, for the sake of those she cared for and cared for her.

At this point, it is not difficult to understand "Jose", no, it should be said that it is why Poseidon, the king of the sea, is so rampant, and his repeated tricks will succeed.

Demos hated himself immensely at this time.

During this time, he was kind of resentful of Karete.

He hated her "betrayal" and "infidelity", and yesterday blamed Noah's death on her "insincerity".

He desperately seeks all kinds of opportunities and means to vent his negative emotions to her, but he is indifferent to her feelings. Today, after the truth is revealed, he really feels her suffering.

It turned out that she had been facing the pressure alone, silently enduring his abuse and the persecution of Aquaman.

How painful should that feeling of being unspeakable? How difficult should that process of forbearance be?

Compared with what he lost, what she lost, what she paid was heavier and more......

Thinking of this, Demos lowered his head and opened his mouth, exhaling a long breath that was suffocated in his chest.

On the other side, seeing Demos pick up the knife and fork and prepare to start, Carette's heart was finally much more steady.

Although she has endured too many misfortunes, now as long as she accepts a little expression of concern, or gets a little warmth to convey, she will be relieved in her heart and repay her grievances with virtue.

She is the kind of little woman who is very easy to satisfy, and the spirit of contentment and happiness may be an excellent and valuable essence-

"Carret...... I'm going to take you out of Greece and into seclusion in Southeast Asia...... Let's go!"

Demos stared down at the plate in front of him, stirred the bacon slices on the plate twice with the silver fork in his hand, frowned, and solemnly stated his decision.

“......”

Stunned by the sudden news, Kareta stared at Demos for a long time, her two beautiful blue eyes full of surprise.

Demos goes on to explain:

"We have to get out of this land of right and wrong as soon as possible! I thought about it, leaving Europe, as long as we don't use spells, whether it's Poseidon or Kali, it will be very difficult to find us in the great world!"

Kareta stared at the man in front of her in a daze, the expression on her face becoming more and more complicated.

She didn't expect Demos to say that.

Since talking to "Jose" on the phone, she has also been worried about Demos's next move because of his prompting.

Having lost his beloved subordinates and learning the true identity of the initiator, Demos's character is categorically not going to give up.

But looking at the current situation, instead of wanting to take revenge, he wanted to escape.

Although she had decided to deal with Aquaman secretly, she still had to ask about the substantive issues in front of her.

“...... What about the others?"

After looking at Demos quietly for a moment, Carette asked, sitting upright.

"Others...... What others?"

Demos asked faintly, sighing in a voice that seemed to be nothing.

He knew exactly what Kareta meant, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"The real Jose, and Triton! We can leave easily and go wherever we want, but what about those trapped by Aquaman?"

Demos looked cramped under Carret's eager questioning, but he still hung his head, stirring his fork more frequently.

"Demos ......"

"I'm sorry Karete, I can't control anyone else!"

Finally, he stopped his single movement and looked up at her, his dark gaze seemed to convey to her a firm and unrepentant determination.

"What is ...... I can't manage it...... Others?"

"I don't have the power to save the people you mentioned!"

Demos replied, frankly and directly.

“...... But those people, those who are being persecuted by the Sea King, are the same people who have helped us!"

After a moment of silence, they looked at each other......

Demos looked elsewhere, no longer looking at Karet.

Her gaze made him uncomfortable, and he even felt like he wanted to go crazy.

It was a strange brilliance, deep, heavy, and penetrating, as if the moment of projection of the past to Demos had penetrated through his skin and into the atrium of his heart, and the thoughts of his pen and pen that were hidden in him were seen through.

"You know, I've lost so much. The sacrifices of Ade, Noah, and the many servants of the Dark Temple really taught me to be afraid. Kareta, I don't want to lose you again!"

Demos explained calmly, his face turning from stiff to sad.

Carette was also calm, looking at Demos quietly, but she could no longer listen to his arguments.

"Demos ...... You've changed ......"

Suddenly, she spoke, her voice running through Demos's ears like a delicate silk.

“...... I've changed, haven't you changed?"

In the middle of the night, Demos asked rhetorically, and his thin tone sounded more like a mockery of Carette.

As he spoke, he simply put down the fork in his hand.

"Bell" -

The silver fork hits the edge of the porcelain plate, making a hard sound.

"I don't know if you admit it, Kareta, you're getting more and more emotional now. You can care about those people, but your care should only be within your own power, beyond which all actions are stupid. You know what? The more emotional you are, the more rational I have to be. The lesson of too much blood has taught me that having the present, as long as you take care of yourself, is the king of survival!"

Kareta shuddered at this, and shook her head twice in disapproval.

Suddenly, the man sitting across from her made her feel so strange.

Should the resoluteness shown in his words be understood as a manifestation of desperation? At this time, he was so cold and selfish, far from the chivalrous and tender god of darkness who dared to love and hate—

What the hell is wrong with you, Demos? Where are all the bold and cold traits of your old body?

“...... I can't leave ...... yet."

With a twinkle in her eyes, Kareta said in a cold tone.

This is true, she has decided to give her life to Hades to settle all grievances, but these things cannot be told to Demos.

Demos, however, understood her words as a kind of rejection, prevarication.

"Honestly, Karet, what did I get out of falling in love with you?"

Demos's face sank:

"For your sake, the dominion of a clan, the followers of his men, and even the jewel of Athena, I can say no, no, because they are not important to you. All I want is to have you, to protect you in all my might, and that's enough! I don't want to lose you! Isn't that enough, Karet?"