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.”

The place I arrived at was the entrance to the bathhouse. It was on the white pavement carefully laid by the Hyperboreans. White steam rose from the hollow pipes attached to the walls. It was the warm air taken out of the bath for circulation. 


That warm wind gently stroked my damp face. I kneeled down, leaned my head against the wall, and calmed my surprised heart. It was racing like crazy beneath my palm covering my left chest. 


I never thought I would get caught by Dionysus. It was my mistake. I was too relaxed after removing the disguise mask of the kyneê. 


Why did I forget to put up the magic barrier when I didn't want anyone to intrude on the precious moment of me holding the baby?


I sighed deeply, hitting my forehead against the wall twice. What should I do? I even broke the promise I made to Apollo. How much would he scold me for this? Would he already know about the fire that suddenly broke out on Olympus? 


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