Capítulo 290: Sif

It had started to rain as Altair led Athena up the serpentine stairs of the Palace of Sunset towards the spire that overlooked all of Zamphis; from north to south and from east to west, they stood, taking in the ruined city that had barely recovered from not that long ago. Still, even on fire, the city looked encompassingly beautiful. 

As they sat down at the table, which had been prepared, Altair faintly smiled as he looked at the Goddess of Wisdom. She looked uncomfortable, although he was sure that was just an act—a trap to play to his ego. She'd used such tactics before. 

"I'm thinking of turning the Twelve Acolytes into nobles that work beneath me," Altair said, and a spark of surprise pulsed from those amber eyes of hers. "What do you think." 

"They tried to kill you." 

'And you didn't just now?" Altair responded.