"Did Hades give him a name?"
"No."
Her gaze dropped.
Was that why he had never brought up the wedding until the very end?
Even then, he had brought it up only because there was no time left.
The thought stung.
'I should have said yes.'
Tears pricked at her eyes again.
'Why did I say we should wait until the next Eon?'
Regret was cruel.
It always came too late.
'I should have said yes when he asked me in the Ninth Eon.'
Severant didn't say anything.
He knew 'he' had been anxious when he asked for the wedding.
That proposal had been for her.
It could've given her warm memories.
But she had refused, and now it was a bitter, and painful memory.
Vornaz continued his stories.
The talent transfer technique 'he' had created had been born from the knowledge he collected from countless places, combined with his own natural talent.
From that day, Moraine stopped trying to kill herself early.
She told Severant not to sever her memories.
