Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 865: Husband, son of God?
Creon, the king of Thebes, is in high spirits recently.

He accepted the descendants of heroes from Argos and used them to seize a large piece of land.

The death of Amphitryon was an unexpected surprise, allowing Creon to legitimately receive the inheritance he left behind.

Marry a descendant of Perseus, and then, with this claim, enter Argos and achieve more great feats.

In this way, his reputation will surely surpass that of the guy who killed his father and married his mother, and he will become the truly worthy king of Thebes.

Just as Creon was envisioning his future great achievements, his spy suddenly brought him bad news.

"What did you say?! She had a baby?!"

Creon suddenly stood up from the throne, his expression becoming serious.

Alcmene, who was imprisoned by him, gave birth to a child overnight. Creon knew very well what such a miracle meant in this era of worshipping the gods.

In particular, Alcmene was an extremely beautiful girl, and her ancestor Perseus was said to have been born in a golden rain of light.

Creon asked in a deep voice with a serious expression.

"Are you sure? She didn't leave the room? And no one else went in?"

"I have confirmed that no one has contacted her."

The spy's answer was very affirmative. They had been monitoring the area all night long and had not seen anyone entering or leaving the yard.

After hearing the answer, Creon's face was gloomy. If Alcmene really gave birth to a son of God, it would mean that his plan would be completely ruined.

No one has the courage to marry a woman who is favored by God, even if it is just a little bit of grace. It is too dangerous.

"Have you confirmed it? Is it really the Son of God?"

Creon spoke with a bit of helplessness, pressing his brows. No matter how perfect a person's plan is, the intervention of God is always an uncontrollable variable.

If the other party was really pregnant with the Son of God, then he would have no choice but to give up. And how could such a thing be false?

But who would have thought that the spy kneeling under the throne gave an unexpected answer.

"This... No priest or oracle has confirmed it yet, so we can't be sure."

"No priests and oracles?"

Creon's expression changed again. This situation was indeed a bit strange.

Generally speaking, after the Son of God is born, priests or oracles from related sects will quickly come to acknowledge him before or after his birth.

Just like before Perseus was born, the Hera priests in the city of Argos had already announced his birth in advance and endorsed him.

"Then why don't you just ask?"

"We have visited several major temples in the city, but the priests there all said they knew nothing about this."

The spies were still very efficient, but the information they collected made Creon feel confused.

If he is not the son of the gods on Mount Olympus, then could he be a passing mountain monster, or the offspring of some unknown wild god?

If it was the latter, Creon's awe would be greatly reduced.

After all, the only orthodoxy in the world is the Olympian gods, and Creon, as the king of Thebes, is a leader and has a strong position in the worship of the gods.

If it were just these nameless wild gods, he would still have the courage to give it a try. You know, the main god of Thebes is Apollo, the god of light, the lord of glory, and the god of long-range shooting.

However, I still need to confirm it. "Come on, take me to see this girl who just gave birth to the Son of God."

Creon narrowed his eyes, stood up from the throne, ordered people to prepare gifts, and prepared to go and test it out personally.

Carrying many exquisite gifts, Creon and his party headed towards the courtyard where Alcmene lived.
If true, these are congratulatory gifts.

If it is fake, then it is a betrothal gift.

But when he arrived at Alcmene's courtyard, Alcmene seemed to have known he would come and was waiting for him at the door.

"King Creon, I am terrified by your arrival."

There was a hint of panic on Alcmene's face, and a sly smile hidden underneath the panic.

"I heard that you were blessed by God overnight and gave birth to a son of God, so I came to visit you."

He had not paid much attention to her before, but now that Amphitryon was dead, Creon looked at her carefully and found that the girl who had obsessed Amphitryon was not just a claimant to the throne.

Her beauty is indeed enough to move any man and even make the gods in heaven steal a night of love for her.

Now Creon felt less psychologically burdened about the death of his brother Amphitryon.

Just for this reason, even if she really had given birth to a child for some passing mountain spirit or wild god, Creon would be happy to accept the offer.

"This"

Alcmene showed a bit of embarrassment and confusion, as if she had something to hide.

"Has this matter spread out? But I'm clearly engaged to Amphitrite, and now..."

"How can I face him? How can I behave as a human being?"

Alcmene covered her face and cried, looking as if her reputation was damaged and she was speechless to face other people, as well as being extremely loyal to her dead fiancé.

Such a simple interpretation can reduce Creon's suspicion by 60%, and he will not suspect that these are all designed by Alcmene.

"It is a happy thing to be blessed by God. Even if Amphitryon were still alive, he would be happy."

Creon said with a serious face, skipping all mention of the so-called engagement and not mentioning that this was considered cheating, but an honorable thing.

"So where is the Son of God? Can I take a look too?"

"By the way, is the Son of God a boy or a girl? And who is the father?"

Creon acted like a caring uncle next door and treated Alcmene very gently.

And when it comes to acting skills, how could Alcmene lose?
She said as she led Creon into the house, pretending to have a headache.

"It's a girl, but I don't know who her father is. I just had a dream on a starless night, and when I woke up, I already had a child."

This is the truth. She really doesn't know who the father of the child is, and even the mother doesn't know.

Although she probably had some guesses about the child's father.

Listening to Alcmene's words, Creon remained expressionless, but his mind was thinking rapidly.

If they were the gods of Olympus, there would probably be no need to hide their identities, so
Just as he was thinking this, he collided with a giant black snake.

(End of this chapter)