Episode 8
Sweat beaded on her forehead from all the activity. Only after brushing her damp hair away from her face did Hestia exhale.
âPhew, one more mouth is a lot of work. Now letâs get you cleaned up.â
She quickly stripped off her sweaty clothes and waded into the stream.
Even though it was nearing summer, the water was still bitterly cold in the deep forest.
But Hestia loved the painful sensation that awakened every sense in her body.
It was like the only proof she needed. Proof that she was still a human being, just like everyone else.
Fondant.
Hestia lowered herself into the water, submerged up to the tips of her hair.
If only my breath could be completely taken away if only I could fall asleep forever. When she came up out of the water againâ¦â¦. If only I could return to my world.
It was a scenario Iâd played out tens of thousands of times already.
Pooh!
Breaking the surface, Hestia raked her wet hair out of her eyes and stared at the moon, which was still floating in the sky.
She wasnât angry anymore.
There had been many times in her centuries of existence when she had cried and begged until she collapsed from exhaustion.
But now he knew. Gods donât grant the prayers of the desperate.
And that he was just a very, very unlucky man who had fallen victim to one of the godsâ malicious pranks.
Hestia emerged from the water, her fingertips numb and her face pale.
Her once-black hair was now a transparent golden brown, soaked through with water.
Her white naked body, reflected in the glistening stream, was mysterious.
Hestia dried herself in the summer breeze and pulled on the clothes she had brought from the basket. Then she took out a small vial and began to apply it to every inch of her hair.
Her moon-brown locks began to turn black again.
âIs this the last one? After all these years, this dye hasnât improved. How do I have to reapply this every time I wash.â
Hestia leaned wearily against a large rock and stared blankly at the waning moon reflected in the stream.
â.â¦..Iâm tired of it.â
Hestia closed her eyes, the words sounding like an all-too-familiar habit.
As the night breeze dried her hair, something warm and fluffy wrapped around her body.
The warmth made her smile, and she gently stroked the fur that wrapped around her.
âYouâre the only one, Lou. Can you take me home later?â
Lu licked Hestiaâs hand in response.
âIâm very tired today, but you did a lot of pretty things, so Iâll give you a reward.â
At Hestiaâs words, Rooâs head snapped up, her hazel eyes sparkled, her tail wagged, and she stopped abruptly as if realizing something.
âNo, I can handle it, I donât want you to suffer.
Lou groaned, her head resting on Hestiaâs lap, her eyes closed.
âAre you sure youâre okay with that?â
Louâs ears perked up at Hestiaâs laughing question, and she twitched.
â.â¦..Sister Finn says that to be a good spirit, you have to know how to be patient.
Her voice was weak, but her eyes were still tightly closed.
âI told you, youâve done some things wrong, but youâve also done some things praiseworthy, so this is my reward.â
It had been a mistake to intervene in the life and death of a human being, to almost show himself, but if he had remained silent, it was certain that Theo, a mere child, would have died.
It was a difficult thing to do with a whip pointed in one direction.
âAre you sureâ¦â¦Â I can take that prize?
Lou cautiously opened his closed eyes and lifted his head to look at Hestia.
His tail wagged happily from side to side, a clear indication of his mood.
Hestia smirked in response and placed her hand steadily on Luâs head.
Between Hestiaâs hand and Rooâs head, which were touching at that moment,
Paaaaat-.
A brilliant light, like the light of a transparent sun, emanated from it, enveloping Luâs entire body and disappearing in an instant.
It was a resonance with the spirits from that day. Finn had called it âlife force. Of course, it didnât work on all animals or spirits.
It was because they had made a âcontractâ to resonate with him.
And it allowed for mental communication with them.
But to the best of her recollection, Hestia did not remember making a âcontractâ to resonate with them.
No matter how many times she asked Finn, Elle, or Lu, they all remained tight-lipped, as if embarrassed.
âIÂ think I can take her anywhere she wants to go!
Lou sat up and wrapped her arms around Hestia, wiggling her ass and licking all over her arms.
It was the spot where sheâd picked up a bug on the way here.
â.â¦...â
Hestia smiled bitterly at her clean, already healing arm.
Then she stared blankly at her ankle, exposed in the moonlight.
Sheâd gotten a small wound there once when sheâd been in battle with Linus.
Hestia hadnât realized it then.
[Linus and Elinor lived happily ever after, sworn to eternal love, blessed by the gods].
What kind of epilogue the ending of a poorly written novel would bring her?
Alas. Does she even have an ending?
Hestia let out a thin, self-deprecating laugh and gently stroked Luâs hair as he looked up at her, his eyes shining.
âIn an hour or so, the herbs will be completely dry, and then we can go back.â
Hestia muttered, still leaning back against the tree.
âIâll have to go to town tomorrow, Iâm out of hair dye. Iâll have to be more careful with Theo.â
Lu lay down beside her, curling her tail around Hestia to keep her from getting cold.
âI donât know if Iâve been this busy in years.â
Hestia nuzzled the beastâs neck and leaned into it. It felt soft and warm and fluffy, and she enjoyed the quiet pause.
It wasnât until the moon was already waning and the dusky light of dawn was rising that Hestia slowly pushed herself up. She gathered the moon-dried herbs into a basket,
âThe sun will be up soon. Letâs go.â
Hestia stammered, shoving two baskets into Luâs mouth and climbing onto her back.
âHold on tight!
Hestia settled in and Roo kicked the ground and leapt up. Hestiaâs vision shifted rapidly, her black hair flying wildly.
Thankfully, she made it home before the sun showed its face. If Lou hadnât given her a ride, she would have been there well into the morning.
âThanks, Lou.â
âHehe. Good night, sis!
Hestiaâs brown eyes warmed at the sight of Luâs cute greeting and her swift disappearance.
Hestia turned and was about to shove the door open as usual when she realized that she was going to be sick, so she cautiously stepped inside, holding her breath.
Squeak.
Thankfully, Theo hadnât woken up, and the house was as quiet as it had been when sheâd first left. She decided to put off organizing the baskets in case she woke him.@@novelbin@@
âLetâs get some sleep.â
Hestia wrapped the thin blanket sheâd left on the table around her shoulders and flopped down in the chair.
It wasnât long before the silence that had been withdrawn reasserted itself, and she drifted off to sleep with a whimper.
* * *
The alarm call of the birds, awakened by the peeking sunlight, woke Theo.
âHa.â
A self-deprecating chuckle instinctively escaped him, mocking himself for falling asleep so easily after three days and nights of being kept awake by the threat of possible assassination.
âAh!â
Soon something dawned on him, and Theo threw off the covers and opened the door.
The old door creaked loudly.
Theoâs eyes widened, searching desperately for someone, and he stared into the distance.
â.â¦...â
Theoâs clear golden eyes, once trembling with anxiety, gradually stabilized. His shoulders, which had been tense with a new tension he didnât recognize, relaxed.
Theo slowly approached Hestia, keeping his guard up as much as possible.
He exhaled evenly, the blanket sliding off her side as she slept.
âYou didnât have to do this.â
Theoâs guilt turned to self-pity, weighing heavily on his heart.
Theo picked up the blanket from the floor and carefully covered Hestia.
Whether she was tired or just dull, Hestia was still in a deep sleep.
Theo debated for a moment whether to take her back to her room and wake her up or leave her there. Then he found himself slowly taking in Hestiaâs face in his eyes.
â.â¦...â
Theo didnât even have time to look away before he met Hestiaâs suddenly open gaze head-on.
âAhâ¦â¦ you up?â
Theoâs greeting didnât wake her up, and she still blinked lazily.
â.â¦..Linus?â
Staring into Theoâs clear golden eyes, Hestia subconsciously remembered someoneâs name sheâd forgotten.
It wasnât until she heard the name sheâd just spat out that her blurry vision cleared and she relaxed.
âAh, Theo. Good morning.â
Hestia turned to Theo and said good morning. She stretched, stretching her arms to rouse her sleepy body.
Her face showed none of the nervousness of a night spent with a stranger.
â.â¦..Hestia, I donât think you slept well.â
Theo stared at Hestiaâs sleepy face, intrigued by the sight.
âMe? No. I slept fine. This is a very comfortable bed. The worst was when I slept suspended in midair.â
âWhat?â
âPretend you didnât hear that. You look rather unhappy, by the way.â
Theo stiffened, opening his mouth as if to say something, then shook his head.
He looked like he had a lot to ask and a lot to say,
âNo, I slept well, too.â
She shrugged as if sheâd decided to bury the question somewhere, and the words came out as a casual statement.
âHmmm. Really?â
Hestia searched Theoâs face with suspicion, looking for something to say, but to no avail.
âSeriously, I canât remember the last time I fell asleep this fast.â
Theo softly recited the truth that sounded like an excuse.
Still languid-eyed, Hestia reached for his hand, her pace slow and deliberate, as if she didnât want to startle him.