Hera smiled and nodded.

“That’s right. It’s the moon.”

As she spoke, she slowly turned her head to look out the window. The fading glow of dusk hung on the horizon, staining the entire hall in shades of crimson and orange.

“Some of the strange phenomena we observed on Constantine before were natural creations, far removed from the surface, existing in distant and unknown domains. But some of them were formed from power akin to divine remnants. The sun and the moon are among those.”

Leon and Rosvisser, as natives of Samael, naturally already knew this.

After all, these were part of the world’s basic astronomical knowledge—taught in schoolbooks as children’s introductory lessons.

And this was also why Constantine had been able to see the sun again after flying for only a certain period of time back then.