This beautiful scenery was constantly reflected in Erica's eyes.

But soon, these beautiful scenes began to disappear rapidly, and the vibrant flowers and plants began to wither.

Erica's eyes were drawn to the withered, yellowed grass stalks, and a faint trace of regret appeared deep in her pupils.

But Persephone stood on the withered grass, his expression still calm.

Her white robe swayed gently in the wind, a stark contrast to the withered landscape around her.

"Unfortunately, these are all things I created."

She spoke softly, with a hint of helplessness:

“Once they lose my control, they will wither away like this.”

"Therefore, I can never make this place as beautiful as the human world."

Upon hearing this, Erica's brows furrowed, and her expression turned somber.

Although she was somewhat prepared when she met Persephone.

But when the other person said it to her own lips, Erica still felt a pang of sadness.

If she can't even get through the trial, how can she help Professor Victor leave this place?

"In my view, through the trial, one of you should be able to leave."

Persephone seemed to sense Erica's worries.

She lowered her head gently, her tender eyes fixed on Erica.

But this confused Erica.

Can you leave one? What does that mean?

Just as she was wondering, Persephone continued:

"The judges of this trial are not us, but this very land beneath your feet."

Tartarus is the one who decides the trial of the individuals.

Even gods might favor humans and deliberately let them pass the trials.

Therefore, to ensure the absolute fairness of the trials, the consciousness of Hell will personally screen and confirm the qualifications of the trial participants.

That's why Erica's name was changed to Victor halfway through the trial.

Even if they share the same body.

Tartarus, who has insight into the essence of the soul, would never tolerate such a special existence as "two souls in one body" passing the trial at the same time.

"So in the end, it should be the Viktor within you who leaves."

However, the fact that the two who did not leave also made Persephone realize something.

Victor is dead.

Neither she nor Hades originally believed that Victor was a dead man.

After all, he was very powerful, and could even move freely in the underworld.

But after this trial, she realized...

Victor exists only as a soul within Erica.

Therefore, he could only participate in the trial by borrowing the body of this human girl.

As a dead man, Victor couldn't even directly control Erica's body to initiate the trial.

The dead are forbidden from leaving hell.

Therefore, the deceased cannot participate in the trial.

Thus, Victor, who should have left the Underworld after passing the trial, was forcibly pulled back by the consciousness of the Underworld.

As a result, neither Victor nor Erica left.

"But this is also a good thing, after all, I really like both of you."

Just as Erica was feeling down because she couldn't take Victor with her, Persephone smiled warmly and said:

"As the goddess of evergreen, I cannot make the underworld bloom with flowers, but you can make this place full of life."

Erica froze, her gaze fixed blankly on Persephone in front of her, utterly bewildered.

Then, Persephone pointed gently to Erica, especially to her black trench coat:

"The natural power within you makes everything possible."

As the goddess of evergreen, Persephone can only bestow seeds upon a region through her own power.

It also allows flowers and plants to grow rapidly and flourish briefly.

She herself is like the life source of flowers and plants; once she leaves, those beautiful flowers will quickly wither.

Because hell cannot sustain their lives.

But the natural forces within Erica are completely different.

Erica has the ability to directly alter the entire environment.

It's like a natural garden outside the gates of hell, and it still exists to this day.

In this lifeless hell, their presence can transform it into a vibrant land.

It could even lift the four-month-long curse of the cold sun on Persephone.

so……

"I've said it before, I really like you all, and that's not a lie."

With a sincere and gentle smile, Persephone reached out his hand to Erica, who was still kneeling on the ground.

Her lips curved slightly upward, as if stirring a gentle spring breeze in Erica's stagnant heart.

Erica reached out unconsciously, and just as she touched the other's fingertips, she was gently pulled into Persephone's embrace.

Instantly, Erica blushed as she felt a soft cushion cushion her fall.

She was about to apologize to the other person, feeling embarrassed, when she found that her head had been gently pressed down by Persephone, and she could not move.

Persephone reached out and gently stroked Erica's long hair, his eyes filled with tender affection.

Finally, Erica managed to break free from Persephone's tight embrace and took a few deep breaths.

That was close.

She almost became completely addicted to it.

Such deep affection made Erica feel both envious and a little shy.

So, under Persephone's strange and profound gaze, she quickly spoke:

"No, I'm sorry!"

“Professor Victor… he can sense it.”

Erica's cheeks flushed even more, and her expression of surprise turned into a slight smile as she looked at Persephone.

"So what?"

ah?

No...no, does this goddess not care about these things at all?

Erica couldn't help but feel a little sad for Hades.

At this moment, Persephone looked Erica up and down with a playful gaze.

As if she understood something, she teased him with a half-smile:

"Oh, I see."

Erica frowned, not quite understanding the meaning behind the other person's reaction.

But the next second, Persephone seemed to suddenly realize something, gently patted Erica on the shoulder, and said with a grin:

"Okay, I think this first experience will still be yours, don't worry."

"After all, Professor Victor, whom you've been so concerned about, should be called in for a talk by now."

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