After finally managing to soothe Hera, this "girl" who had lived for at least several millennia was willing to sit back down, though she was still pouting and clearly unhappy. I gathered my thoughts, pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly.
"Actually, I ran into that helper of the man in the black robe—a white-haired girl."
To my surprise, Hera did not look particularly surprised. Instead, she beamed at me with a smile, saying in an almost playful tone, "Is that so? Well, that's truly bad news, considering she's essentially a new adversary."
Chapter 100