Apollo nodded, and then they went for a walk as they talked through.
Her voice broke the silence first, calm yet carrying an undertone that made the air feel heavier.
"Little brother, you should have already guessed something about my identity… right?"
Apollo's steps slowed for a moment. He had indeed pieced together fragments. the strange man who named her at birth, the treasures she had attracted as a child, her disappearance at three years old, and now, the shocking truths she revealed with such certainty.
He looked at her carefully. "I have my suspicions," he admitted, his tone low. "But I want to hear it from you." Astraea's lips curved faintly, though her eyes seemed far away, looking past the stars themselves.
"I... as you might have guessed, didn't belong to this epoch; in fact, I came from the previous era, the ninth epoch, and reincarnated as a member of the Fletcher family."
