# Chapter 76
She once had a crisis where everything that made up her life almost collapsed like a sand castle. And Apollo was the one who stopped it. The hero who led the victory of Thebes. Her god, her winner. The place on his head where the laurel crown used to be was tied with a headband woven with her hair––as if it implied that only Eutostea herself could put a crown of victory on him.
“Belated congratulations on the victory, Apollo. You saved my life. Every Theban people would remember your achievement. They will decorate fancy wall paintings of you, write a play about the hero, offer heartfelt gifts, and pay tribute to you every time.”
“I did it for you.”
Apollo cut Eutostea off who kept talking about uninteresting things and added in a low voice.
“I don’t need other people’s recognition. What you think about me is what matters to me the most.”
