Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 896 Wait, there really is a cow?!
The things in the bushes possessed a vigorous vitality and a faint blood connection that Eros sensed.

Yes, it must be the Minotaur, that feeling of blood connection.

Eros had mixed feelings, but overall he was still looking forward to it.

No matter what, it's still your own child. Mistakes can be corrected, but since the child has already been born, you have to take responsibility.

And as a child with the blood of Cupid flowing through his veins, the other person must also be a lovely and lovable child.

Of course, Perseus, who grew up in the blink of an eye, doesn't count.

Eros's anticipation took a strange turn as the ground began to tremble as the object in the bushes drew closer.

Something seems off?
The next moment, the tall figure that emerged from the bushes completely shattered Eros's expectations.

Its towering figure crushed the trees, its thick horns twisted and coiled, and heavy breathing came from the massive bull's head.

Its body is taller than the trees, but it is hidden in the bushes because it is half-crouching.

It resembled a moving mountain built of muscles. The humanoid torso was magnified to a terrifying degree, with each tendon bulging and undulating beneath rough skin covered with thick, dark brown or blackish-brown hair, like the roots of an ancient tree.

This is an absolute monster; its forelimbs are black, curved claws, and its hind limbs are powerful, marble-like hooves.

Its tail whipped through the air with a sharp, loud sound.

Eros was momentarily stunned by the minotaur monster before him, not in the way a normal person would be frightened, but in a different sense of horror.

No? This isn't what we agreed on! Where's his sweet, soft little calf? Where's his bloodline from Cupid?

This shouldn't be happening! What is this thing?!

The minotaur monster before Eros, so traditional and formulaic, was the biggest shock he could feel.

Daedalus and Icarus, who were building the labyrinth outside, were not actually two angels. One of them was a watermelon-loving, emotionless girl with a cute and quirky style.

Once inside, the art style suddenly shifts to a super traditional and hardcore Greek style.
Is something wrong with this? Should it be like this?
Moreover, even if we take a step back and assume that the other party has the bloodline of the god of love, their charm couldn't possibly be lacking, so how could they have such a purebred monster appearance?
This is not right. This is very wrong.

Stunned, Eros didn't even notice the minotaur monster charging towards him, its eyes devoid of reason, filled only with madness and hunger.

Eros only came to his senses when the other party approached him and opened its blood-red maw, which reeked of a foul stench.

"Get out of my way."

Without raising its hand, the ferocious minotaur monster was sent flying by an invisible hand, crashing into the bushes and breaking several tree trunks.

Eros was somewhat irritated, partly because the situation was beyond his expectations, and partly because he didn't particularly like ugly things.

Minotaur are a species he doesn't really appreciate, unless it's a female Minotaur with a large penis.

But this thing doesn't look like it could turn into a cowgirl at all.

The Minotaur, which had been knocked away, got up from the bushes again, but this time its eyes were full of wariness and probing as it looked at Eros, circling around him on all fours.

It seemed to be eating grass and trees every day, rarely having any raw meat, and it was getting tired of it, wanting to try something different. Looking at its eyes, which were completely like those of a wild beast, Eros probably understood why Minos had gone to such great lengths to build the labyrinth to imprison it.

If it were him, he would lock it up too. If word got out that the monster was his own child, his reputation and image would be ruined.

He's not Poseidon.

However, Eros was also puzzled. His bloodline of the god of love was incredibly powerful. Even Typhon would turn into a red-haired, golden-eyed imp because of the bloodline of the god of love in his new body. How could he give birth to a purebred minotaur?
Is there something wrong? He didn't do anything strange.
The Minotaur was observing him, and Eros was also observing the Minotaur, his gaze piercing through its marble-hard body, dissecting the Minotaur from the inside out.

The bloodline connection within its body is not false, but it is indeed a monster devoid of intelligence, acting purely on instinct.

Eros pondered this over and over, wondering if it was Ananke's doing. The goddess of destiny struck again, forcibly erasing Eros's influence and restoring him to his traditional minotaur form.
But Ananke is still trapped in the mystery of the womb and has not yet been freed, and there is no point in doing so.

Quite puzzled, Eros paced back and forth, observing the minotaur before him under Triton's questioning gaze.

Until the minotaur in front of them could no longer suppress its primal hunger and charged at the two of them again.

"roll!"

Eros's voice, as if it were tangible, collided violently with the charging Minotaur. Its steel-like body instantly collapsed, its hind hooves sinking deep into the ground, and it retreated dozens of feet before coming to a stop.

Ugly is one thing, but how can he be like a wild beast, lacking even the most basic intelligence, possessing only pure animal instincts?
Given this, even if Eros had the strongest fatherly love, he wouldn't treat a monster who sees him as food as a child.

Why not just take action and change the world directly, negate the minotaur monsters in front of us from the root, and start from scratch to define them as children that better suit our preferences?

Eros abandoned the idea as soon as it was conceived.

In that case, the child wouldn't be considered a child born of oneself, but merely a product of one's own alteration of the world.

There was no point in doing so. Even if Eros felt that the monster in front of him was somewhat damaging to his image and reputation, he only needed to eliminate it.

Deny everything, deny it from the very beginning, and make yourself believe that what you did never existed.

Eros simply dislikes doing things that negate his past, not that he is incapable of doing so.

But when he raised his hand to consider whether or not to do it, Eros decided to give up for the time being.

The handling of the Minotaur was, after all, Minos's idea, and it wasn't just Eros's decision alone; Pasiphaë also played a role.

As a god of love who respects women's wishes, Eros is never so autocratic.

"Father, shouldn't we get rid of this monster?"

Seeing Eros raise and lower his hand, Triton asked in confusion.

"No, let's go find your sister Minos first."

Bending down, Eros picked up the obedient and adorable Triton again and placed him on his shoulder. He decided to ask Minos and Pasiphaë what they thought.

(End of this chapter)