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Chapter 887: Is it because of me?

Chapter 887: Is it because of me?

The following day, Hera wasted no time and didn’t entertain unnecessary thoughts about her future as Hera Cruel. Deborah might have failed to seek Ram’s help or take the first step in their plan. However, Deborah was fortunate to meet Fig under the real Hera’s order.

Aware that the real Hera was making moves outside of Dragon’s domain, the current inhabitant of this body found hope in her heart. Although their initial plan to seek Ram’s assistance failed miserably, this turned out to be a better outcome. Therefore, she took action the very next day.

[Guest House]

"What did you say?" Leo gasped faintly, glancing at Hera as they ate in the small dining area of the guest house. "We’re going to do... what?"

"We’re going to leave this place," Hera reiterated, this time with a firmer, calmer tone. "There isn’t a specific time or date, but it’s best to be prepared at any moment."

Leo looked down, trying to process everything she had just shared without any prior warning. Hera hadn’t given him a heads-up or forewarned about anything; it was a little overwhelming.

"Wait..." he breathed out, focusing back on her. "Can we please slow down and discuss this properly? Not long ago, we were considering staying here for the time being. And now, you’re suggesting we can escape? How? What happened? What’s going on?"

Hera took a deep breath, assessing the confusion on his face. She wished for him to comprehend without questions, but if she were in his place, she’d feel just as lost.

"Okay," she exhaled. "I’ll do my best to explain without causing more confusion. I’ll talk slowly. What do you want to know?"

"It’s not your way of speaking that’s causing my confusion," Leo sighed heavily. "Did something happen to make you act this way?"

"Acting... what way?"

"Hera," he called, leaning forward with his arms on the table. "Please, you said you’d explain it without causing more confusion. You know perfectly well what I’m saying."

He was certain Hera hadn’t held much hope of escaping this place not long ago. However, looking into her eyes, he sensed something significant must have occurred to ignite such determination.

"Deborah," she replied quietly, holding his gaze steadily. "I mentioned our plan, didn’t I?"

"Yes, you did." He nodded. "You said she went out to ask for someone’s help. Did she succeed?"

"Dragon caught her before she could act."

"What?" Leo suddenly straightened up, hands on the table. "Does that mean she..."

"She’s alright," she said, glancing away, recalling Deborah’s harrowing state from the previous night. "Barely."

"What does that mean, Hera?"

Hera met his eyes again. "She’s alive, and that’s the most important thing here. Even though our initial plan failed, it was already meant to begin with. After all, the person we had in mind who could help turn out to be a disappointment. So, in a way, being caught by Dragon turned out for the better."

Leo seemed momentarily taken aback by the determination shining in her eyes. Her resolve sounded solid, almost unrecognizable to him.

"How could... barely surviving be better?" he murmured.

"We’re in an underground world, Leo. The significance of life and death is subjective," she explained matter-of-factly. "Your reason to live and struggle is understandable, but many here don’t view life and death the same way. What lies at the end of our path truly doesn’t matter."

Leo tried to speak but found his voice stuck in his throat. Slowly, he sat back down, realizing there was no need to argue. Hera had a point, considering her previous involvement in this world, speaking such truths without much emotion shouldn’t be surprising.

"Understanding that gives you an advantage in surviving here," she continued after a brief silence, clasping her hands in her lap, eyes fixed on him. "Returning to my point, Debbie may have been caught and tormented by Dragon’s people, but she was rescued."

Leo glanced up, unsure if that should make him feel relieved. "And?"

"She met someone more reliable and... she didn’t ask the wrong person for help this time," she vaguely replied. "And now, there’s a high chance we can escape."

"How can you be sure they’ll save us?"

"Last night..." Hera paused, recalling the encounter on her way to the greenhouse. "On my way to the banquet, Deborah appeared, accompanied by the person who saved her."

"What?"

"I know that person. They came to help me get out of this place."

Furrowing his brow, Leo recalled Dragon’s concern and the deployment of his people to search for her last night. She must have referred to that time.

"So, that’s why you were late?" he murmured, nodding in comprehension. "Then why are you still here?"

Looking at her, Leo was curious. "If Deborah and the person who saved her ambushed you, why didn’t they take you too? They escaped without being noticed. If they could sneak in here, they had the means to take you. Why didn’t they take you?"

It might sound dangerous, but Leo thought last night was a perfect opportunity for her to escape. Having spent time in this place, he had grown accustomed to its dangers. Last night’s security was tight, yet their focus wasn’t on her or him.

"Hera," he said after studying her composed front for a moment. "Don’t tell me you stayed because... of me?"

"I’ve already told you what you need to know," she replied, her tone still distant. Rising from her seat, she kept her gaze on him. "Prepare yourself until help arrives. If my calculations are correct, it could be any moment now. That’s all I have to tell you."

She paused, then turned. "I might not visit you for a while... no, actually, I might not come here again because I’ll be busy," she said as she walked away slowly. But just as she took four steps from the table, she halted at his remarks.

"You’re silly," Leo remarked quietly, sitting motionless, his gaze fixed on her retreating figure. "Why did you stay for me?"