Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 895 This world really does revolve around me.

No, I need to use my brain! This face looks so familiar!
Eros felt that the blue-haired angel in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but rather than familiar, it was more like he had a sense of déjà vu.

Moreover, this sense of déjà vu doesn't entirely stem from the blue-haired angel in front of him.
"Master, the mission is complete. Please issue new instructions."

Just as Eros was pondering the origin of his sense of déjà vu, the inorganic voice of a young girl came from behind him.

Turning around, one sees a pink jellyfish head, its dull eyes ignoring Eros and looking at Daedalus.

The moment Eros saw that face, a surge of déjà vu welled up inside him, but something felt missing, something he just couldn't quite place.

Until he caught a glimpse of Daedalus's pure white wings out of the corner of his eye, the connection between the two instantly made Eros feel that his thoughts were flowing freely.

I see, there should be an extra pair of wings here.

As Eros tugged at Daedalus's wings and gestured towards the pink jellyfish head, he finally understood where his sense of déjà vu came from.

It's you! Icarus! Watermelon Girl!
If Daedalus is an angel, then his son Icarus must not be human.

If Icarus behind him also grew wings and changed into clean clothes, then he would match the image Eros had in mind.

So you're using an all-purpose angel for entertainment? He absolutely has to bring this Eros back with him!
Although it's only a matter of appearance and name similarity, Eros could easily mold her into the image he envisioned if he wanted to.

Noticing the unusually intense gaze Eros was giving Icarus, Daedalus said somewhat nervously.

"Lord Eros, are you interested in this child?"

"Yes, she's your child?"

Eros made no attempt to hide his feelings, his gaze sweeping over Icarus.

And this girl really did look like the jellyfish-headed girl from Eros's memory, with a blank expression, completely unaware of Eros's gaze.

"Uh, yes... no, not quite."

Daedalus explained somewhat incoherently, as if he were a little nervous.

"Yes, this child is indeed my child, but not my biological child."

Daedalus are angels created by God, specifically by Hephaestus, and are a race created in imitation of natural nymphs.

Her ancestor was Erechtheus, who, according to legend, was born by accident after Hephaestus attempted to woo Athena.

As a descendant of Hephaestus' creations, Daedalus also learned exquisite carving and building skills from the god of forging, as well as techniques related to the creation of life.

Icarus is her creation, and therefore also her child.

However, as Daedalus said, this child is not yet a finished product.

“You see, although she has superior abilities to ordinary angels and can help me build this huge project, if that’s all, then she’s just a tool.”

"She doesn't have wings yet, she doesn't have a heart yet, so she's still an unfinished product and can't be called an independent individual."

When talking about his work, Daedalus's tension eased considerably, and he enthusiastically introduced his children to Eros.

This also explains many questions, such as why, if they are real angels, they still need to create wings in the legend to fly away from the great labyrinth they built.

Since they were originally creations of the gods, it's perfectly reasonable for them to have wings. After the introduction, Daedalus reverted to his awkward demeanor and spoke somewhat reservedly.

"Therefore, Lord Eros, even if you are interested in this child, I cannot give her to you for the time being. She is still just a tool."

After all that, it turns out she was worried that Eros wanted to take her child away, even though Eros did have that intention at first.

However, considering what would happen next, Eros was no longer in a hurry.

"Daedalus, you were ordered by Minos to build this labyrinth, so do you know why you built it?"

Eros asked slowly and deliberately, without mentioning Icarus again, and instead brought up the topic back to what had just happened.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure about the specifics. But if it's a maze, it must be for guarding something."

"You didn't know about the calf's existence?" Eros nodded slightly and asked again.

"Have you been to the center of the maze?"

"How could that be, Lord Eros? I was only in charge of building the labyrinth. As for what Lord Minos was supposed to be guarding, I neither want to know nor dare to know."

Daedalus vehemently denied it, shaking his head repeatedly.

"If I knew the secret, I'd probably be thrown into the labyrinth with them, and I don't want that."

Even though she designed and built the maze herself, she wasn't confident she could find her way out.

"Is that so? Then I'll go in and take a look. Don't tell anyone that I've been here."

Seeing that Daedalus was unaware of the situation with the Mavericks, Eros decided to go and see for himself.

After instructing Daedalus not to tell anyone about this, Eros glanced at the dazed Icarus a few more times, then bid farewell to this unexpected joy and headed deeper into the labyrinth.

Further in, there is a maze that has already been built. The patterns carved on the black walls are combined together, and at first glance they seem to have no meaning.

However, when walking through the maze, these patterns arranged according to certain rules unconsciously confuse the senses and gradually cause one to lose their way.

However, this kind of strategy was meaningless to Eros. He led Triton, completely unfazed by the maze and patterns, and slowly made his way towards the center of the maze.

As we emerged from the winding black walls, a large open space finally appeared before us, and rare sunlight streamed down from the dome that had been surrounded by the black walls.

Under this rare sunshine, there is a lush forest and a simple altar made of piled stones.

At first glance, Eros frowned slightly; the venue was far too rudimentary.

No matter what, it's not right to let the child sleep in the wilderness and live in the jungle like this.

Eros felt a pang of pity at the thought of the adorable, timid little cowgirl living all alone here, forced to eat leaves when hungry and drink stream water when thirsty.

At the very least, shouldn't we let the kids stay somewhere nice?

Just as Eros was thinking this, a rustling sound came from the bushes not far away, as if something was approaching.

(End of this chapter)