I headed to the museum, which was quite close to the shopping district so I got there pretty quick.

  I also bought a long-sleeved fingerless glove, its color is a bright blue and made of silk. It stands out a lot but is comfortable. I got a one Euro discount, earning the pity of the store owner when I showed my left arm to him.

  Currently, I am standing in front of a marble statue of the people who ended Tartarus... my father holding a drawn bow, two hooded people with one holding a sword and the other a musket, and standing facing his back to my father was the current Secretary of the Hellenic Republic National Museum.

  I've read about him... no, more like I didn't read anything. His book does not exist in the Akashic Library. Neoth Arcadia... is a god.

  But which god? From the books reted to him, I was able to narrow it down. A man with vermillion red hair, wearing a colr made of stone...

  His real name is Prometheus, the Greek God of Fire. Not fire in the traditional sense but the fire of creation, of ideas, of knowledge.

  ...

  Wait a minute, creation? Idea? Knowledge? He is the guy I am looking for! Someone who knows about the process of creation that isn't human!!

  Although he is something as disgusting as a god, I am willing to tolerate it. For my Desire.

  I read the pque at the bottom of the statue... no, I closed my eyes and moved on. I look around, seeing Mitsuki and Enna coming toward me.

  "You are here early, Charlotte!", Mitsuki waved at me, "Did you get what you wanted?"

  "Yes, I did. Let's go to the museum for now, there are things I want to check out.", I turned around, leading the group inside the building, it looked like one of those old temples for worshipping the gods.

  After buying tickets, which were five Euros each, we entered the first gallery. This pce held documentation of the commanders, records of their pns in the prospect of fighting Tartarus and its army of Greek gods.

  Hmm... nothing interesting, just a whole bunch of convoluted pns that contradict each other. But after Athens, Sparta, and Thebes were taken over the counterattacks and assaults became more solid.

  The biggest concern was not Zeus nor Tartarus, but Hephaestus and his army of Automatons.

  The people of Greece found out the hard way that fighting an army with an army isn't always the best idea. Especially when the enemy is an unfeeling legion of machines.

  But even then, something unexpected happened.

  Andras Silvi, my father came into the fray with his friends... and within six months or less, he killed Tartarus... the Devil that took over my mother.

  A cssic Greek tale...

  "You guys can go look around, meet me right here after an hour."

  "Where are you going, Charlotte?", Mitsuki asked me.

  "I said I wanted to check out something by myself.", and I walked away.

  "You are pretty cold most of the time, Charlotte.", Mitsuki said.

  I look back at her, "I know, it's my personality. If it isn't reted to my personal life, I'll tell you, if it does, then I will stay quiet."

  "Don't follow me, I want some time alone, please."

  Mitsuki widens her eyes, as she knows I don't usually use the word "please". I only use it in two situations, when I want to appear innocent and polite, or when I am sincere about something.

  Without any more words, I left them and headed into the Andras Silvi exhibit.

  In the middle of the room is a marble statue of my father, standing tall wearing a jacket, and holding a spear in his right hand, and a M16 in his left. The details on the statue are perfect as if he is standing right in front of me.

  I close my eyes and whisper, "O' father whom I never met. How would you treat me..."

  Going around, I see numerous weapons and items dispyed. These are the things my father used in his battle against the gods.

  I walk around, observing things. There is a fragment of Heracles's Bow, the jacket he used to wear, broken guns, mechanical gauntlets...

  I do want to meet my father... but that isn't my real objective. I am a sociopath, I feel emotions but cannot understand them.

  No matter how valuable something is, be it momentary or sentimental. Even if it is from my own flesh and blood...

  I will obtain it. No matter the sacrifice.

  The thing I am aiming for is the spear I am looking at... an old spear with a rusted bronze staff, and a spear tip tainted with gold... Ichor, the blood of the gods. This was the weapon that had chosen Andras Silvi, Spear of Diomedes, Agápi kai Pólemos, the Spear that pierced the Goddess of Love and the God of War...

  He couldn't use it in his fight against Tartarus, because it is a weak God Syer that can't compare against the Primordial Abyss.

  Hah...

  "Reverie, cut the power."

  The bck sludge of creativity and imagination leak out of my body, following the cracks of the floor and...

  Bzzt!

  Everything turned pitch bck as the light bulbs exploded, sending everyone into a panic. So I put on my mask, turning the memetic effect and reducing my presence to nothing...

  "Reverie, Delusion.", a pair of bck gloves formed on my hands.

  I shattered the gss in an instant, taking the spear out.

  "Delusion.", and I teleported the spear to Seria's penthouse.

  I also picked up some gss fragments, throwing them at other dispys. With multiple gss cases breaking, it quickly sends everyone into a panic.

  While I just left the area, unnoticed by everyone. Then I turned to a corner, unmasking myself, and ran back into the room.

  "Malice.", my right hand lit up a blue fme, "Everyone, follow me! The exit is this way!!"

  With Euphoria in my voice, people were enticed to listen to me... and they began to run for it.

  After a while, there was only me and the staff. They checked the electrical grid under the floor, only to find the wires completely destroyed.

  "What seems to be the problem here?", stepping in was a man with short red hair, wearing a business suit.

  "Sir, the wires are completely tattered, something ate into them and cut off the power.", a staff answered.

  "I see... this is quite troublesome.", then he looked at me, "And who might you be?"

  I smiled, "Charlotte Silvi, youngest daughter of Andras Silvi."

  He widens his eyes, "So you came back... why?"

  "I don't know, my home just calls out to me.", I took out my smoke pack, "Can I smoke in here?"

  "Of course not.", he frowned, "And you must be fifteen this year... but you look too mature."

  "Hey, I can't do anything about genetics.", I shrugged, "Anyway, I have an appointment with my friends. I would've liked to know more about my father but this situation is a bit hectic."

  "I would like to talk to you more, but my priority is this pce.", he turned his back on me, continuing to examine the grid.

  Hmm... I should let Reverie fester here. Who knows when I need to take this entire pce hostage?

  Leaving the ground, I began to walk away to look at some more exhibits.

  But as I expected, nothing captured my interest. I feel no emotions when looking at these pieces of history, of what reminds people of the past.

  History is the chain that binds humans together, from across time. It is fundamentally impossible to separate humanity and history.

  Even the Romans, even the greatest nation of humanity seek their origin, their history. It can only be stopped when people forget their primal instinct, their curiosity.

  It is only possible to cut off those chains by the will of humanity.

  Because of culture and tradition, many people are suffering...

  No.

  Culture and tradition are only one part of the problem, the real problem is those who keep clinging on to them. They are the real sinners. They are the ones needing Judgement.

  !!

  I snapped my gaze around, I felt a dangerous presence in this room with me... then it was gone.

  Oh well, nothing I can't deal with. I shrugged and moved on.

  =0=0=

  After a while, I got back to the first exhibit. Enna and Mitsuki aren't back yet so I have a lot of time to myself...

  Then the red-haired man approached me, standing just taller than me a bit.

  "I wish to talk to you, Miss Silvi.", he said politely.

  "My friends will meet me here soon, so make it quick.", I said, staring at him in the eyes.

  "Very well.", he nodded, "There is something Andras entrusted to me for you. It is a gift he left for you."

  A gift for me? From father?

  He took out an envelope from his pocket, pin white paper, nothing fshy at all... there is something inside here. I opened the envelope, which was a letter, and...

  A key?

  Putting the key away, I started to read the letter father left for me...

  [Hello my child,

  I am sorry that I cannot be with you, or give you anything meaningful as a father figure. I will not try to defend myself for abandoning you, or selling you to those mysterious people.

  So promise me this, my child, do whatever you want in life. The name me and your mother had chosen for you, if you are a boy it is Charles, if you are a girl it is Charlotte. That name means Freedom, you have the freedom to choose your path.

  Don't let anyone dictate your life, as it is yours alone. This is the wish of an undeserving father.

  And if you ever meet my sister or your older sister, tell them that I am sorry for not being with them longer.

  Your father,

  Andras Silv

  I closed my eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath to calm myself down. I control the tears trying to flow out of my eyes.

  "Thank you, Neoth... no, Prometheus.", I whispered.

  "I am sorry as this is all I can do for you.", his tone was sincere, and he tried to pce his hand on me... but he staggered. He just has a sad smile on his face.

  "This may seem inappropriate but can you help me with something?", I smiled, folding the letter and putting it in my pocket.

  "If it is in my power, I am ready to help.", he closed his eyes, nodding.

  "I want to learn how to smith, learning the art of creation. This is very important to me."

  He thought about it for a bit, then he looked at me with his golden eyes, "Meet me at the back of the museum tomorrow morning if you can, I will be there."

  I nodded, "I will see you then, Prometheus."

  "See you tomorrow, Miss Silvi.", and he left.

  Leaving me here to smile in my delight, my pn worked. Using the pity he had for me to my advantage, it is indeed fun to mess with a god.

  I might get addicted to this...

  Soon after my brief encounter with Prometheus, I met up again with Mitsuki and Enna. We had ice cream as soon as we left.

  I like it here in Greece, everything suits me... even though I have no memory of this pce, there is definitely a connection between me and this pce.

  Hah... as expected... I really need to rethink my Desire. To let people cut the chains and grant Righteous Judgement...

  Prosecution is a fun word...