Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1779 1751. Family
After Lann captured Deimos, his placement remained a problem.

After all, the courtyard that Alcibiades rented in Olympia was just a small suburban courtyard, and the rooms here were not qualified as prisons.

And apart from a few individuals, who can keep an eye on Demos?
Ordinary people would not even be able to sound an alarm in front of him and would be subdued and killed.

Even his shoulder was almost disabled because Lan used the Alondite to cut straight through his shoulder, severing the collarbone and the shoulder blade at the back.

Handcuffs and shackles were not a good idea either. On the one hand, Cassandra was very reluctant to put her brother in shackles. On the other hand, she wanted Deimos to turn back and become her brother Alexios again.

Make her family whole again.

Once he was put in prison, the hostility and defensiveness would be too strong. Correspondingly, Demos would always be full of resistance.

Dealing with interpersonal relationship problems is sometimes more complicated than a bloody fight.

But there was no way, because Lan and Cassandra were lovers, and this brave and powerful woman had just crossed the world to help him fight a war.

He promised to help Cassandra complete her odyssey, so it was only natural for him to face the troubles and difficulties along the way.

Relationships and emotions gradually deepen and eventually become harmonious through mutual understanding and assistance, with you helping me and me helping you.

Meanwhile, in the guest room of the Alcibiades Courtyard, Deimos' shoulder was bandaged, and Lan had put a plaster cast on it to prevent his broken clavicle from moving and jabbing his internal organs or blood vessels.

Fortunately, Phidias was a sculptor. Even if his workshop was destroyed, there was plenty of plaster, a common material for sculpture, and there were special suppliers locally.

Up to this point, Lan En did not do any further treatment for his injuries.

The Isu genetic hybrid not only gave the siblings the right to interact deeply with Isu technological creations, but also greatly enhanced their physical performance.

These two people, the general animal and plant poisons have no effect on them, generally speaking, they just make them uncomfortable and weak for a period of time. If they are bitten by a poisonous snake, they just curse a few words, chop the snake, and then they are almost healed.

Common wound infections are even less likely to occur on them.

The golden armor that matched the golden light of the Sword of Damocles was taken off by Deimos and handed over to Cassandra for safekeeping along with the Greek dagger.

Without mentioning the indoctrination and brainwashing that the Cult of Order had inflicted on Deimos since childhood, the equipment they prepared for this "Chosen One" was indeed very good.

Every piece of Demos's complete set of equipment is a top-level artifact made by incorporating many artifact fragments of this era.

It is not as good as the Spear of Leonidas and the Sword of Damocles, artifacts that were produced directly in the forges left behind by the Isu people.

But it is also on the same level as the sword that their father, Nikolaos obtained from the Spartan treasury.

That was one of the two most powerful city-states in the Aegean Sea, and it was a gift and equipment for its most powerful general.

The God of Order taught Deimos a complete set of knowledge.

They named this set of equipment "Demigod Armor". At first glance, its glittering golden appearance really deserves the name.

At the moment, Demos was only wearing underwear. He did not sit on the bed or the stool. Instead, he sat in the corner of the stone wall of the room, staring at the door like a vicious wolf.

The door opened, and Cassandra entered. She looked at Deimos who was staring at her. Her body stiffened for a moment, and then she slowly walked to the bed not far from the corner of the room and sat down.

The sister and brother sat, one on the ground and the other on the bed.

"You just can't take advice, can you?"

After a long moment, Demos suddenly spoke.

"What?" Cassandra asked. "You mean I want to defend my family?"

"No, I don't care about your farce of looking for your mother, father, and brother. That shit has nothing to do with me. But I warned you when I met you on Andros: stay out of my way, or I will show no mercy!"

"Wow!" Cassandra pretended to be surprised. "So, what happened? Am I seriously injured and captured now?"

Although she wanted to persuade her brother to change his mind, if this kind of thing happened somewhere else, it would naturally be the sister who would persuade him with kind words and patience.

But what is Cassandra's origin? She is a proper Spartan!
What kind of personality is Kassandra? She can stuff a one-eyed man on Kephallonia's island with his obsidian prosthetic eyeball up a goat's butt just to piss him off!
Tough and playful.

Of course she would have affection and patience for her brother, but could she use "nice words"? According to the Spartan custom: see who is stronger!
"Humph."

Deimos snorted coldly, but did not respond to Cassandra's question.

He was indeed held captive by the Cult of Kosmos since infancy, but his upbringing was probably not much different from the traditional Spartan education environment—difficult and painful. So he was actually quite used to Cassandra's dominance, because if he were in her place, he would have the same attitude.

"Then what are you here for?" Demos said nonchalantly, "To execute me?"

"You know I won't kill you, so stop arguing with me now!"

"You have no right to ask that of me. I was defeated and captured by Lan En, your lover, not you! If he wants to talk to me, let him come!"

"He is my love! My family!" Cassandra emphasized to her brother seriously, "After you return to your family, he will also be your family! Don't talk about him in that rogue tone!"

"Oh, how touching, family members protecting each other." Demos said sarcastically at first, and then his face became visibly colder, "But why didn't you protect me at that time?!"

"Speak up! I hadn't left my family yet at that time, had I? I was still a baby, right? You just watched me die!"

Cassandra pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, then she spoke: "You finally want to know from me what happened that day."

Demos was startled: "What are you talking about?"

"When we last met, you were indifferent to my explanation." Cassandra leaned over him, elbows on knees, sitting on the bed. "You were obsessed with the idea that the Cult of Kosmos would rule the world under your power."

"Now, huh! You at least want to know some truth from me."

"Then tell me," Demos's expression remained hard and cold, "tell me what you know."

Cassandra's face was full of amusement at this moment. This scene really looked like a sister's subtle mockery after seeing her brother doing something stupid.

"I thought your cult told you everything. It seems that you are on their side, but whether they will stand on your side or not is not certain."

"You think I'm just a puppet, don't you? Then tell me what you know, why I stood on the wrong side, why you abandoned me that night. Come on, convince me. Of course, I bet you can't do it."

"Abandon you?" Cassandra could hardly accept it. "You think so?"

"I can't think of a better word to describe what you did to me that day. I was simply left over the mountain to die! They decided my fate, and you just stood there and accepted it!"

"I'm afraid the Cult of Kosmos has never told you what I did for you!" Cassandra lost control a little when talking about the day that changed the lives of her family. "In order to fight for you, I accidentally killed a Spartan elder! It ruined my life!"

"Myrrine only found you seriously injured at the bottom of the cliff. She took you to seek medical treatment all the way. Finally, in Argos, Hera's priest clearly said that you were dead. Only then did she give up in despair! But the priest turned around and took you to the Cult of Kosmos!"

"Always wanting to be a hero, huh?" Demos was indifferent, or he didn't really believe it. "You didn't do it well then, and you don't do it well now."

"No matter what you say, no matter in the past or now, I have tried my best, and I have a clear conscience about this."

"It's too late." The Chosen One said indifferently, "No matter what you do now, I don't feel that you are my family. You can't understand my pain."

"Pain?" Cassandra almost laughed when she heard this. "You mean being thrown off a cliff? Do you think you're the only one who's experienced this? I told you, I accidentally killed an elder to save you. As a punishment, I was thrown off the cliff almost right after you!"

Speaking of this, Demos reluctantly raised his head and said, "You... were also abandoned?"

"...Yes. He was sentenced to be thrown off a cliff and expelled from Sparta, dead or alive."

"But we both survived!" Their common experience seemed to have finally made Demos warm up to Cassandra. "We resisted the wishes of those people!"

The falconer looked at his brother and his eyes softened: "Yes, we are all still alive now."

"Ha!" Demos laughed grimly, "They deserved it! Just wait and see, we can't just think about surviving!"

The shared tragic experience made him use words like "we" when speaking, which conveyed a sense of belonging.

Following Lann's advice, Cassandra did not expect to change her brother's mind immediately, so she did not keep talking to Deimos.

This time they had enough to chat, so she prepared to leave.

But before she left, it was Demos who stopped her.

"I know." Deimos suddenly shouted to Cassandra, who was standing at the door with her back to him. "You must want to know something from me."

The falconer turned around and nodded calmly.

(End of this chapter)