"Are you mocking me right now? Hector?"
King Menelaus was convinced that this was a trap from Troy.
The commander of Troy, who had not shown himself when invading the surrounding allied nations, now comes forward to return Helen? And that trash came out with her? He was a husband who had his wife taken from him, but before that, he was the king of Sparta.
Naturally, he was on guard against some kind of trap or deception.
Menelaus glared at Paris and Hector with burning eyes.
"Did you think that showing me my stolen wife along with that trash would make me lose my reason and charge at you? Or did the Apollo you serve tell you this in a prophecy? What kind of trick are you trying to pull..."
"It is not a trick. The Pluto we have served for some time now values justice."
"What?"
"As proof, I will return the woman my foolish brother took."
At Hector's gesture, the soldiers pushed Helen forward.
She slowly approached Menelaus, her head bowed low.
Thud, thud.
The expression on King Menelaus's face as he looked at her was very strange.
A whirlwind of emotions—anger, love, regret, and sorrow—swirled within him.
In the end, the king of Sparta could not say a word until Helen stood beside him.
"Do you think I would retreat and go back just because of this?"