Before the fight

"How can you sleep so calmly while I feel like I can die of worry?" Artemisia asked.

"That old man is just big, mom… I can defeat him, no sweat." Aion said. "By the way, who were you praying to?"

"He was the one who decimated all of the royal guards, killed my brother, mother, and father… he isn't a weakling, Aion… what am I going to do…" Artemisia said and then sighed. "Only the goddess can help you now."

"What is the name of the goddess?" Aion asked.

"Her name was forgotten over the years… since people believed that her blessing only affected our kingdom," Artemisia replied. "As for the other god… I really don't know much about him."

"It seems that you are hiding something, mom," Aion said. "If you think I am going to die today, might as well tell me everything."

"Don't say such an ominous thing so easily…" Artemisia said and then pulled his ears. "Come back in one piece, and I will tell you everything one day."

"That promise seems a bit fishy…" Aion frowned.