Chase sighed as they settled into the cozy warmth of Hestia's cafe. They had a small break before the next phase of the tournament, and the atmosphere here was far more relaxing than the tense battlefield. Cronus sat at the table with his daughter Hestia, while Ares and Apollo had wandered off somewhere else.
Hestia sat with her father, happily chatting away. "Father, are you going to make up with Mother now?" she asked, her warm smile full of hope for their family's peace.
Of all Cronus' children, Hestia was his favorite. Despite all her godly power, she remained gentle, forgiving him without hesitation when he'd shown sincere regret, and most of all she reminded him the most of his wife. She even introduced him to mortal delicacies, a joy that softened his troubled thoughts. Yet at the mention of Rhea, Cronus' smile faltered, turning bitter.
