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The next day, early morning, within Knossos Palace.
Hestia, treating King Minos, stood by the bed, carefully examining the patient before her.
Silent by her side were Princess Ariadne, Little Medusa, and Luo En, patiently awaiting the outcome as the atmosphere grew gradually more somber.
But after all, she was like a duck forced onto a perch, and shortly after, the Goddess of the Hearth shook her head in frustration,
"This is difficult…"
Upon hearing this, Princess Ariadne still held out some hope.
"Is there really no other way? Please think again!"
With a sigh, Hestia helplessly muttered, showing an expression of being unable to assist.
"The divine blood has almost burned out, the soul nearing withering. It's only the unspent vitality of the body that allows him to barely hang on. I'm out of options."
"But…"
Princess Ariadne was about to speak again when King Minos, looking even older than the day before, coughed softly, interrupting his daughter's query.