Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

“Now, no one will try to propose to me.”	


“Your hair. It was the most beautiful red shade in the world…” Deimos murmured in a devastated voice. 


“Yeah, I also cherished my hair and grew it with much care. But what’s the point of it? When the god whom I fell in love with is harsher on himself, the more beautiful I become.”


Hersia dropped the sword on the floor. 


“Deimos, if you love me more than my trimmed hair, then come and propose to me now. I don’t need any more flowers, and I don’t have any long hair that I have to comb every day. I don’t need a hero either who’s offering me wedding gifts to propose to me. Because I want to be your one and only wife rather than the princess of Thebes. So, propose to me.”


Deimos kicked the sword away that was lying on the floor. And then he stretched out his hand to support her waist and helped her to safely come down from the balustrade. 


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