"Do not!" Namara shouted. She bit her lip uncertainly. "Okay. I'll tell you. I'll tell you now."
It would be a problem if she made a fuss in the palace just because of a book issue. Her work will be interrupted. So, she'd better tell Hestia.
Hestia secretly smiled. It was just a trick so that Namara would confess. The woman wouldn't confess if she wasn't forced to.
"So?" Hestia asked.
Namara looked down. It might be fine if she told Hestia. After all, her aunt wasn't on Castor's side. Will not take sides.
She sighed then walked over to Hestia. "Auntie, it's me. Namara," she said quietly. A faint smile appeared on her lips.
Even though Hestia had thought of this possibility, she was still surprised to hear Namara say it directly. So, that woman is Namara. Her hunch was never wrong.
Hestia immediately grabbed Namara's hand. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you have to disguise yourself like this?"