She struggled back and forth, trying to dislodge whatever was hindering her rotation. This went on all night. Tired of it, Margarida slept in the chair next to the bed. Amélia roared like a lion, struggled like a fish. When the obstacle didn't disappear, she stopped. After a few hours, her body began to burn unexplainably, making her jump out of bed and search for what had caused the fish to cook.
— Daisy, you've grown up so fast! — Amelia looked at Cassandra, not knowing that it was Cassandra. — I didn't think you'd go that way, but I accept it from the bottom of my heart.
Amélia, waking up more and more, and getting the big powerful engine to start working, paid attention to the details.
The young woman in front of her was taller than her, by a lot, since Amélia herself was no more than 5'1". Her body was extremely well-defined; you could even count the incredible 10 six-pack abs, the wide hips, and the prominent bust. These weren't genetically inherited, either, as she was quite thin. Amélia's straight, non-curly, dry hair was missing, and Amélia was quite pale, as was Cassandra, but not genetically.
— That's not my daughter, where are you, Margarida? — He ran out of the room.
Her footsteps filled the long corridor, and her soul was full. From a mother's small worries to the biggest. Her daughter had been sick for most of her life, frail, so much so that she'd spent the last three years in a hospital while her parents worked diligently at Apollo's facility to find a cure. But not even the magic of the gods and the medicine of men brought a cure. But with her death, her daughter became a daughter again and gained a little more to worry about, a new son. All of this made her feel bad and good at the same time, fulfilling her, since now her daughter could expend all the energy she'd stored up for three years.
Amélia looked ahead for her daughter, who was so focused on this that she hit Hana who was carrying boxes to the back.
"Oops, sorry." He helped Hana up from the floor, bending down to pick up the boxes he'd knocked over. "From what I remember from yesterday, you're Hana, right?" He looked at the young woman's face, lowered his eyes a little, and realized she was naked, only wearing an apron. "My god, this isn't the family bar I thought it was."
"I apologize for my shamelessness." Hana grabbed the dress from the table and went into the room next to the counter to get dressed. "You're Amelia, aren't you? Eunuch's adoptive mother, and Daisy's mother, aren't you?"
— So you met my babies?
"A little more than I wanted." Hana left the room, Mary's dress on her body becoming a very loose nightgown. "The Eunuch harassed me, I only didn't hit him because of Daisy." Hana picked up the boxes Amelia had gathered. "Wow, I was like a newlywed on her honeymoon, now I look like a mother." Hana realized what she'd said. "I didn't mean it like that. LOL."
— It's not a lie. It happens naturally to us. — Amélia stacked the last two boxes.
— That won't happen to me, I'm a lesbian. After I marry Shizuko, I'll always be the sexy newlywed. Until I die! Until I die again.
— I understand. Are you thinking of adopting children?
"No, I'll have lots of nieces and nephews. If Cassandra had so much fuel and energy to fight with me, imagine how much she'll have to love Mamoru. I'll definitely be the coach of a mixed-gender soccer team."
"Who could this Cassandra be?" Amélia connected the dots. "Is that the girl sleeping in my room?"
"That's it." Hana started walking. "I'll tell you everything, and while you're at it, help me carry these boxes to the back room?"
— sure.
Hana, notoriously clever as she is, gave a larger number of boxes to Amelia, keeping the rest for herself. Amelia didn't mind; her curiosity overcame her.
Halfway to the back room, Hana told her everything she knew and didn't know. After Cassandra drank the liquid from the vial, Hana led her to the bedroom. As Cassandra's body warmed in the long hallway, Cassandra babbled.
The information she knew was what she managed to gather while fighting. She had a connection with the Centaur Chiron, the guide of heroes, and she tried to follow the path of Perseus and Theseus, but fell into that of Heracles, overcome by an uncontrollable rage that granted her immense power and an even greater sin. She was only satisfied when she killed something or someone. That's why she joined the Echidna hunt without any hesitation. It wasn't pure heroism, but rather to feed her thirst for blood. Dionysus held her in high regard for controlling her bloodlust.
Those not so clear, like the flames of Cassandra's combat, were linked to Shizuko's past. Cassandra had known Shizuko since the beginning of her memory lapses, when she was still a child. Shizuko lived in an orphanage funded by the god Apollo himself, who hides his identity and presence amidst the clouds.
Another was about an incident that happened on Apollo a year ago. Shizuko had no memory of it, but Mamoru knew very well what happened. This fact brought Cassandra and Mamoru even closer together.
"Wow, so much information." Amelia snapped her fingers. "Why don't you let Cassandra deliver what she wants for Mamoru? You're sure to get some information."
"It's not that easy." He turned the doorknob. "When Mamoru's in control, I don't hear anything and I don't know anything. I only know if Mamoru lets me. It's definitely something that would hurt Shizuko, who's already in a bad way, so he wouldn't let me hear it, nor would she." He placed the boxes on the table. "And I'm not going to miss out on my romantic dinner for free. I was burned alive to get it!"
"Speaking of which, do you have anything special prepared for this dinner?" He kicked the door shut. "I know you have something, don't forget you made my daughter jump out a window."
"Checkmate." He grabbed Amélia's shoulders and shook her. "Of course I do! But it's not here! I'll mime it so you can try to figure it out."
Hana pulled out a retractable table and placed it between her and Amélia. She gave Amélia a chair and took one for herself. She began to speak silently, and Amélia noticed that she was paying attention and realized the jokes were too dirty to be told out loud.
— I'm sorry to tell you, but this isn't going to work, Hana.
- Like this?
"It's supposed to be something special, you know? Your dirty jokes take all the romance out of it. It might work between four walls, but with a girl who's lost most of her memories of you, it'll only embarrass her."
—It's always been like that with her. Even without memory, her sense of humor is the same, what changed?
"She's grown up. But don't worry. Don't we know a pretty girl who lived with Shizuko for five years?" Hana's expression made Amélia laugh. "I give up, it's Cassandra."