Meeting with the time God

However, Hermes couldn't possibly agree to it. He had things to do—things that he promised to do. "Take the inferno for now. I'll get to Hermoupolis a bit later."

"Not possible." Angelia shook her head.

"Huh?"

"Chronos sent a message. He wants to see you. He said something about you stopping time and stuff?" She asked, looking at her dad through the eyes of suspicion.

"Personal business." He replied. Although most of his privileges shrunk hugely ever since his city came under democratic rule, there were still things that he could do without his daughter poking her head into it. He just had to name it his personal business.

"Yea, yea, I won't look into it. But, he sounded serious as he asked for you. So you better go." She said.

"I see. I better go meet up with him then." Hermes agreed.

"I guess this is it then." Ambrogio headed towards Hermes and extended his hand. The brief partnership between them was over.

"The hell are you talking about?" Hermes smacked the hand away.