บท 1183: The Trembling Citadel of Athens, Part Two

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Hall Mother had never thought Izisha would wake up from the cold coffin. She felt uneasy looking at the woman, whose face did not change even the slightest.

Izisha was a scary woman. The Hall Mother had watched her grown up, from a gentle, innocent young girl into what she was now. The Hall Mother was struggling to adapt to her change. She was terrified by the decisions that Izisha had made in the past. Now that she had woken up again, it would surely draw the Parthenon Temple into a terrifying game of political power.

"I'm just taking back what should have been mine long ago. Look at that girl; no vision, no wisdom, no courage! If we continue to let her hold onto the Soul of the Parthenon Temple, the Parthenon Temple would soon be a laughingstock to the world. Is that what you want?" Izisha said without any emotion.