"Is the actual owner… Hestia?" The question slipped out before I could stop myself. Fenrir's words resounded in my head—the Eternal Prison guardians had sworn themselves to her the moment Kaleon vanished.
Fenrir insisted it was because Kaleon had abandoned Mythica. And if the guardians themselves believed that, then… wasn't it logical to assume Hestia was the one holding the reins? Right?
Both Nico and Vorta blinked.
"Hestia?" Vorta tilted his head, silver hair spilling forward. "The mistress?"
Nico's eyes widened, his mouth curling into disbelief. "Wait—don't tell me those ridiculous rumors reached you."
Rumors? My stomach tightened. What rumors?
Nico read the confusion on my face and groaned. "Centuries ago, right after Mythica was created, someone spread lies that Hestia was the true owner of Mythica. That lie lit the fuse for the Realm Wars." His voice sharpened. "But Kaleon didn't create Mythica for her."
I frowned. "But… isn't she Kaleon's wife?"
