Collecting all the information in my head, weighing all my judgements together, I then looked up at the duke once more and declared.
"Xy'oi'la'py're, I..."
"Apollo! What's going on! Tell me!" Hecate interrupted again, but I shooed her away with my hand."
Turning back to The Duke, I restarted. "Xy'oi'la'py're. I grant you mercy."
The moment I said that, the atmosphere in the room changed. It wasn't nefarious like I had a very small suspicion it could have been, it was actually a familiar atmosphere. Love.
Still using the same melodical speech, as no one reacted to the change, I heard Sol speak through the catalyst. "Oh Apollo, You have done this entity a favour you are incapable of comprehending. On behalf of his last thoughts, I thank you."
"All good babe." I replied. "The fact that you were empowering him and he knew about you sort of made it a trivial choice. So what happens now?"
