Chapitre 885: That dream and this reality — which one was worse?

[Meanwhile, in the Dragon's Den.]

Hera stood in front of the window, bathing under the moonlight that was lighting through the glass window. She hugged herself, recalling the earlier events. Even though it seemed the dinner banquet Dragon hosted seemed to be a success, she couldn't take her mind off of the fact she met Fig. 

'She knew,' she told herself, a little relieved after knowing the real Hera already knew her situation. 'She will help me. I can… get out of here.'

The side of her mouth curled up into a subtle smile, only for it to fade away after a second. 

'I can… get out of here,' she repeated in her mind. 'And then… what?'