Apollo's eyes darkened slightly. If he remembered correctly, the race on this continent capable of casting Curses had been completely wiped out by his people ten thousand years ago.
When he came out from within the 'Gate' with Alia's help, he hadn't sensed the existence of such a race either...
'Could it be...'
'...that this old male before me is a descendant of that race?'
'And that wave of energy he had sensed just now—so pure it disgusted him—had also vanished completely after he arrived...'
'Could that power be related to these people?'
Though a myriad of thoughts raced through Apollo's mind, his face remained a mask of gentle compassion, making anyone who saw him think he was a good man they couldn't help but trust.
Su Yu frowned, her pretty face full of displeasure. Looking every bit the part of a spoiled and domineering young woman, she declared, "No! I don't trust you!"
