# Chapter 115
“Literally, they just disappeared without affecting anything. Whatever they were in their previous lives––even if they were a king or a war hero––the weight of their souls are all equal in this place.”
The soul of the dead who grabbed her ankle just a while ago had once been the king of Thebes. Aphelius. But the god didn’t know that name.
Eutostea would also tilt her head in wonder and give an awkward smile, even if she heard the name of the man who was once her father. Her memories had been wiped away, and she had no recollection of him.
“I borrowed a carriage. It will take some time to get to the center, so you’ll be able to take a look around more leisurely.”
The carriage Ares had borrowed was like a wagon without the cargo part. It was roofless and had open seats. Two horses were tied to the carriage. They looked like bizarre creatures made of connected bones, but their nature was a horse anyway.
