I was puzzled by the unexpected words. The power of the wind, did she mean...?

[Alexus and I were very close thanks to Aiolos, so he used to bring me delicious windflower dishes.]  

“...I see.”

I faintly remembered. Prometheus’ memories were sparse of the time when birds bit at him but there were such memories.

[I was sad when I heard that Aiolos had died. It was impossible for spring to come because the wind of revival couldn’t be applied. At that time, I was scolded a lot by the other gods.]

Huera had a sulky expression when she was reminded of that time. However, this wasn’t the important thing.

“Why is Alexus’ power of the wind here?”

Perhaps it happened when Prometheus was in so much pain from his liver being eaten that he passed out. Otherwise, the situation didn’t make sense now.

[Alexus wanted to leave memories of his time with Aiolos. I remember that at that time, Aiolos didn’t want to revive.]

I nodded. “That’s right. Aiolos didn’t want to revive. He wanted to be by Flora’s side.”

[I remember. She was a very pretty child. He brought her here once. Is she well?]

“...She’s dead. Still, I’m sure...