Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 894 The true lineage of angels is in Greece, Abraham, get out of here!
The Great Labyrinth was built on an isolated island not far from Crete, with undercurrents and reefs blocking the way, and could only be reached by specific ships.

Even before you get close, you can see towering walls that soar into the clouds, so high that even birds cannot fly over them, covering the entire island.

The black stone wall stands like a natural chasm, its patterns carved as if naturally formed. Looking at it for too long will make one dizzy and unable to see clearly.

This is truly a massive undertaking, one that cannot be accomplished by human effort alone.

Eros looked at the ship full of laborers; even if they worked themselves to death, they couldn't build a similar black wall.

In that case, Daedalus is something special. As a craftsman, he was able to build such a large labyrinth with only his son Icarus.

But none of that matters. Eros intends to go straight in and see how the little minotaur he created is doing.

If life is extremely miserable, then it is Eros's fault as a father.

But no matter what, Minos wouldn't really just leave the Minotaur unattended, would he?
After all, even in legends, young boys and girls were sacrificed to the Minotaur every year. It's highly unlikely that Minos had no special feelings towards them.

Eros seemed somewhat worried about this trip to visit his child, a look that puzzled Triton, who was being led by the hand.

What is Father thinking? How strange, why didn't he go directly to Sister Minos, but instead came here?
Minos's sister had been looking forward to this for a long time, and now she's going to waste all that time.

Despite thinking this, Triton obediently followed behind Eros.

They bypassed the laborers, and everyone ignored Eros and Triton, letting the two walk towards the entrance of the maze.

The great maze is not yet completed; apart from the outermost black wall, the internal structure has not yet been built.

This jet-black stone is a crystal dug out of the deep sea. It is as huge as a small mountain and seems impossible for human beings to move.

Just as Eros thought this, one of the stones in the area shook violently and was then slowly lifted up.

Holy crap, there really are brave warriors here?!
Beneath the slowly raised stone, the figure of a pink jellyfish-headed woman gradually emerged, holding the massive stone, as large as a small mountain, aloft with her slender arms.

Such ferocity must be extraordinary. In a place like this, could this be the little minotaur born from Parsifah?

Eros examined the figure closely, and the more he looked, the more he felt it resembled the person.

Her uncouth physique perfectly matches the characteristics of an ox; her slightly dull expression is indeed very much like the personality of an ox; and her captivating beauty perfectly matches the standards of the bloodline of Cupid.

In short, apart from lacking horns, it looks more and more like Eros and Pasiphaë's calf.

Under the watchful eyes of Eros and Triton, the other man stood there blankly, holding the stone, walking toward a half-finished wall, seemingly intending to build this imprisoned labyrinth for himself.

Just as Eros was pondering how to greet the child, Triton tugged at his sleeve and pointed ahead.

"Father, there are still people."

In the open space where the stones were piled up, there was indeed another person, holding a hammer and wedges, chiseling away at the stones.

Her long blue hair trembled with her movements, but what was even more eye-catching was the two pairs of pure white wings folded behind her.

This is a true angel, unlike some other radiant and fiery forms. It is a genuine angel with wings and a human form.

There has always been such a race in Greece, who are considered to be children of the sky and clouds, a kind of natural nymph, but their numbers are quite small.

Of course, sometimes they are also seen as the embodiment of Hermes, a manifestation of nature.

Faced with the choice, Eros decided to approach the angel who was carving stone first, since the simple-minded porter wouldn't run away anyway.

They walked up behind each other, but the immersive sculpted angel still didn't notice Eros and Triton approaching from behind. Triton, on the other hand, looked at the wings behind the other with great curiosity, as if he wanted to reach out and touch them.

While she was still thinking, Eros had already reached out and touched her.

Huh? No response?

While pinching the base of the wing, Eros looked at the figure that was still carving and showed no reaction. He felt that this should not be the case.

Generally speaking, shouldn't the wings of this race be the most sensitive? They should make a cute "ee-ya" sound when pinched.

How could it be like this? This isn't right, this is very wrong.

Eros continued to pinch the wings while indicating that something was wrong, until the other party finally noticed the abnormality of his wings.

"who?!"

Its wings suddenly spread, and this presumptuous and impolite act undoubtedly angered the other party.

But when the other person turned around, just as she was about to rebuke him, she saw Eros's face clearly, and the hammer and wedge in her hand immediately fell to the ground.

"Lord Eeroros?! What brings you here?!"

Looking at the blue-haired angel he didn't recognize, Eros asked with a hint of amusement.

"you know me?"

"Of course!"

The blue-haired angel's excitement was palpable, clearly showing his great respect and admiration for Eros.

"I used to see you quite often!"

"It's just that you probably haven't seen me before."

After all, Eros, who is surrounded by goddesses everywhere, would naturally find it difficult for an ordinary little angel to get close to him.

However, Eros would not say such hurtful things; he simply extended his hand gently.

"It's alright, I've already seen you before, haven't I? What's your name?"

When Eros offered to shake hands, the other nervously wiped his hands before tentatively taking them in.

“My name is Daedalus, and my ancestor was Erechtheus, an angel created by Hephaestus and Athena. I now serve your daughter, King Minos!”

This little angel is so energetic!
Eros had just uttered a remark when he realized a moment later what the other person's name was.

"Your name is Daedalus?"

"Yes, is there a problem with this name?"

The angel who called himself Daedalus looked at Eros with some trepidation, seemingly worried that Eros might have some objection to the name.

"It's nothing, really."

He said it was nothing, but Eros's eyes grew increasingly strange, as if the angel in front of him was starting to look familiar.

Shouldn't it be.
(End of this chapter)