# Chapter 66
A black tattoo was on Ares’ bare skin.
The man standing in a dignified manner had an overwhelming charisma. Hersia froze when she noticed that the male god’s true identity was Ares. But Askitea tilted her head in wonder, staring at the mysterious, nice-looking man and woman. She was about to ask, ‘Who are you,’ but Hersia covered her mouth to shush her. The two sisters quarreled.
“One is missing,” said Ares. “The most feeble one.”
“Machiades is washing in the room next door. He also recovered consciousness today, Ares,” replied Eutostea.
Askitea had heard a rough explanation from Eutostea but didn’t quite catch that this place was Ares’ palace. A shocked gaze followed.
“They are all my sisters. Askitea, the eldest, and Hersia, the middle sister.”
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