Bab 782: It was your fault

"The guest's house... Can you find a way to hide there without getting caught?"

Deborah's chapped lips parted, but her voice was stuck in her throat. Her eyes blanked momentarily, assessing the calmness Hera exuded. But that wasn't what surprised her; it was the fact that Hera sounded like she knew everything.

"Hera, you…" Deborah stuttered, raising an injured finger at Hera. "You… knew?"

"How I wish I didn't, and that searing my brain had worked successfully," Hera said with a brief smile. "Sadly, I remember everything: every second, every detail, and every emotion."

Hera drew a deep breath, closing her eyes momentarily before exhaling.

"Seeing that you're here and in that sorry state, I guess your retirement isn't as delightful as we all thought," she pointed out. "But I can't go with you, Deborah. Why would you even take me with you? Are you planning to kill me so you can hurt him?"