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In fact, the Countess knew that neither she nor Ezra seemed to have the right to interfere in this matter.

Even though they had gradually accepted this reality, when the moment came, they were still somewhat at a loss, and still had a strange feeling that the son-in-law they were about to face was actually the Grim Reaper.

Persephone turned to look at her parents, the parents of her second life, and smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, Hades will certainly respect my parents."

In the end, no matter what she becomes, her physical body, her foundation, and the reason why she is recognized by this world all come from Ezra and the Countess.

Since Hades was even able to benefit from this good fortune, he had to show him respect.

Persephone's most beloved mother must still be Demeter, the earth goddess who was willing to sacrifice everything for her and even left without a sound.

It wasn't that she didn't want to find Demeter, but some things couldn't be done right now.

Zeus was still on Mount Olympus, and her mother wasn't a powerful being like Uranus. Even if she were resurrected in some world, she could only hide and wait for the right opportunity.

If she could have the chance to venture into the starry sky and slowly reclaim some of her soul fragments, then Demeter would truly be resurrected.

Otherwise, she could only be a professional in some world who is skilled in earth-based or nature magic.

Persephone preferred to suppress his longing for his mother rather than reach out recklessly before that.

Even if Hermes successfully took Zeus away to sleep with him this time, it still wouldn't work.

And Gaia is there too.

The Greek Gaia wouldn't care about the small amount of earthly power she had ceded, after all, everything on Mount Olympus originated from her.

Although she couldn't take it back herself, the Olympian gods couldn't possibly harm her.

Otherwise, do you really think Zeus would have that much patience with this old woman?

He simply couldn't fight.

But now, having lost everything and forced to eke out a living in the land of evil, Gaia will absolutely not let Demeter, the agricultural goddess who is easiest for her to target, go.

Persephone was always incredibly intelligent; she wouldn't let her beloved mother's only chance of resurrection be ruined by her own hand.

Let Uranus distract Gaia over there.

But Persephone would not deny her status as a countess.

If she couldn't do that, why would she reincarnate?
Even Demeter herself would agree with Persephone's decision.

Demeter would accept anything for her daughter's second life, especially since the Countess was truly a good mother who could evoke her empathy.

Persephone wasn't the type to take advantage of others and then complain.

But after all, she had been the Queen of the Underworld for many years, and even when facing Demeter, it was difficult for her to adopt the same demeanor as Pearl.

The Countess, in essence, couldn't quite accept her daughter.

The only girl she watched grow up and knew well was Pearl!

Persephone, being a mother herself, could understand this awkward feeling.

So for now, just as the Countess and the others hoped, it would be best to be a mature and composed half-daughter.

The rest can only be left to time to resolve.

Persephone didn't think Ezra and his wife would remain in this awkward situation forever.

They are truly rare, free-spirited and unrestrained individuals.

His acceptance of Armes was genuine, without any struggle or dissatisfaction.

Indeed, Armies was the child they watched grow up; what they were pretending to be was a non-existent past, not his character, personality, or temperament.

However, many people still cannot accept that the children they give birth to are not blank slates, and that the content written on them has little to do with them.

Armies did indeed choose the most suitable parents for himself.

Although there were some twists and turns along the way, she and Hades could not let Armies down on such an important matter.

There are positive feelings between them, so let's take it slow; time will always solve everything.

Persephone gently touched the swaying flower of the underworld on his shoulder... Of course, Hades had better also act like a hasty tyrant.

Otherwise, all her and Armies' previous efforts would have been in vain.

It was as if she knew everything all along and was just waiting to be taken away... but at the moment she was abducted by the carriage, she was so panicked that she genuinely cried for help.

While it did make the performance a little more realistic and solved a lot of trouble for her mother, Demeter, ...

What she had imagined as a sacred wedding turned into a scene of a savage carrying his bride.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have fought Hades for so many years before agreeing to officially become his wife.

Since the ceremony failed, we still need to make our presence felt.

Otherwise, Hades would never have thought he had done anything wrong.

Of course, Persephone now understands her husband very well... In short, it's not that she's afraid of a timid, introverted man, but rather that she's afraid he'll choose to surprise her. After all, he's always putting himself in her shoes.

It's very sincere, but really, it's unnecessary.

If even she can't tolerate it, then it's unlikely that humans will be able to accept Hades's aesthetic sense.

However, although Persephone had done her best to soothe Hades' easily agitated heart, she still had a vague sense of foreboding.

She thought for a moment, then forced a smile: "But, Katarina, whatever grows from flowers isn't a bad thing, right?"

Curious, she followed behind Armies, looking down at the strange little spells in his hands. Suddenly, the Swift Wolf turned around and stared at her with a subtle look in his eyes: "Ms. Persephone, your Mr. Hades isn't the type to hold a grand ceremony to celebrate a long-awaited reunion, is he?"
This place is not suitable!

Persephone nodded awkwardly under the sudden, focused gazes of Countess Ezra and his wife.

It was clearly impossible, yet she felt as if cold sweat was pouring down her back.

“You’ve had a tough time too.” Katarina shook her head and turned to urge Armis, “Hurry up!”

When Hades arrives, the couple will be all lovey-dovey over there. Are we just going to sit here like idiots and watch?
I didn't want to see this kind of scenery whenever I wandered around Qingfeng Territory.

Armies gave a bitter smile: "I need to find out who he is from my memory first!"

Otherwise, even if I have the key, there will still be problems.

We didn't come here for adventure!
We have to protect what's inside.

"You must have a few suspects, right?" Katarina thought for a moment before asking, "Can you tell me their names?"

While I can't confirm who it is, I might be able to help you eliminate one or two possibilities.

Armies didn't refuse, and even sounded quite happy: "If you're really willing to help me, that would be great. I think you know why I didn't ask you for help; after all, no matter how smart you are, you're not an adult yet."

Even the strongest inherited memories of a dragon couldn't possibly be this powerful...

But even a fully grown dragon might not necessarily know anything.

“It’s okay, I can give it a try. I can still read some of the ancient dragon’s memories.” Katarina replied readily. “I won’t make things difficult for myself. I’ll stop when I feel a headache.”

However, as you know, there are differences between different ancient dragons.

Everything depends on luck.

“Then you might actually find a clue.” Armies laughed. “For some people, luck is the most important thing.”

But for me, it always has to be the result of meticulous calculation.

“Greece…that’s perfectly normal.” Katarina smiled back at him. “Although we all get along well, anyone who really knows what’s going on over there knows that it would be strange if you weren’t dead.”

Where is there a super-powerful world that hasn't grown at all, doesn't intend to grow, and is even declining?

Even Persephone could only listen obediently to these words.

Hades was the most powerful god in Greece at that time, but in the multiverse, he's just so-so.

Armis glanced helplessly at Katarina, whose aggression had inexplicably increased... and then at Lori behind her eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "So, are you still planning to help?"

“Of course, I’m helping my next-door neighbor,” Katarina replied with a smile. “These past few years have been so tumultuous!”
Finding a compatible neighbor is not easy; don't change them again.

How could we not change it?
Armies decided to quickly change the subject.

If he really were to embark on the path to godhood, Ezra and his wife would definitely have to protect him properly; how could they possibly leave him in an ordinary territory that anyone could visit?

Although he didn't bring many good things with him, Persephone, who had reunited with Hades, was very wealthy.

Creating a demiplane with a dimensional portal leading to the River Styx would be a piece of cake.

Then attach this demiplane to His Majesty Travis's Star Fortress, and there shouldn't be any problems.

Lowry couldn't possibly be unaware of these things; he probably just suddenly remembered to make a sarcastic remark.

This does not mean that the title of Earl of Hamilton will be given to someone else.

As long as Ezra still cherishes worldly desires, the land and titles can only belong to him.

No matter how fierce the infighting within the Northern Kingdoms takes, no one would dare to covet the title.

However, it was definitely just remote command, with the Knights and Ezra's staff handling the daily affairs.

While it might not lead to Lowry changing neighbors, it certainly won't be as easy to resolve everything as it is now.

The job of relaying messages is always the one most prone to problems.

Even with countless monitoring methods, Armies couldn't guarantee that no problems would arise in the future.

However, he had previously thought that he could have Bowen stay at Hamilton Castle to handle these matters.

But it now seems that Bowen has no intention of staying on the ground for any length of time.

(End of this chapter)