# Chapter 27
When Apollo lowered his head as a gesture of acceptance, Eutostea brought her hand close to him as if she was breaking a branch off a tree. Her hand just passed Apollo’s lips and chin indifferently and slightly grabbed the tail strap of his headband that was drooped down to his ear. Apollo belatedly realized that he misunderstood her words but just quietly waited, with his body being stiff as a rock.
“This is…”
Eutostea noticed that Apollo’s hair was entwined with hers, and then she stopped talking for a moment.
“Goddess Hestia made it for me.”
Apollo solved her mystery.
“I think it somehow fits me well. But is it just me who feels this way?”
His voice, stealthily asking her opinion, sounded very cautious. Looking at the accessory made with her hair, Eutostea felt weird as it occupied the part of his head where a laurel crown should be decorated.
“It looks good on you.”
