Without shying away from her own gradually solidifying dire symptoms, Emara calmly closed her jacket, "If not for this, why would I seek a cure from Helios?"
She paused for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's just a pity, fate toys with people..."
For others, Helios is indeed precious, but as a member of the Egyptian Royal Family, the High Priestess of the Cat God Bastet, she lacks neither Alchemical texts nor accumulated knowledge, nor does she need to seek wisdom from outside.
She has almost everything she could obtain.
So why travel so far?
This time, the journey beyond Current Circumstances is only to seek a method to treat herself, even if the chance is one in ten thousand.
But who could have imagined that Helios Chariot, closest to the age of the gods in the world, would explode halfway?
After a long silence, Huai Shi sighed softly.
"Bastet truly favors you, Ms. Emara."
Emara remained indifferent, "Whether it's a blessing or a curse, who can truly know?"
