Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 931 Granddaughter Beats Up Grandfather

He had never practiced any combat skills or understood any techniques.

Alcides simply gathered his power in his hand, like a ball, and then threw it out.

The sphere of light, imbued with the power of the cosmos, was naturally far more powerful than any few guards could withstand.

Once the thrown orb of light explodes, the entire gate of the Holy Domain will likely be sent flying into the sky amidst a deafening roar, and the guards will most likely be seriously injured and unable to get up.

But Alcides was still a child, and she was too engrossed in playing to understand any of this. She threw it away without considering the potential consequences.

The moment the sphere of light landed, it burst forth with intense brilliance. The microcosm, pure and unbiased, was both gentle and domineering, capable of both creating and destroying everything.

As the blinding light spread, a figure faster than light darted out of the sacred domain and landed in front of the guards.

"Phantom Serpent!"

Amidst the radiance, a hearty shout rang out, and countless purple serpentine ripples spread outwards.

The pure power of the cosmos, mixed with a deep curse, disintegrated and destroyed the sphere of light that was about to explode, turning it into solidified stone.

"It's the Saint of Perseus! Lord Perseus!"

The few guards who survived the ordeal cheered with relief; they had almost thought they were going to be blown to bits.

Although the Sanctuary's medical technology is excellent, they don't want to experience that feeling.

Now they have no intention of proving their dignity as adults anymore. That child not only has superhuman strength, but also possesses a cosmos comparable to that of a Saint Seiya.

This is not human! So losing to the opponent is nothing to be ashamed of.

They've completely given up now; after all, no one would fight a battle they absolutely can't win and would likely get badly beaten.

"How is this going?"

Perseus, who had just arrived to save the day, was still as handsome and dashing as ever, wearing a smart, fitted vest. However, his former naive demeanor had been tempered by time and become more sophisticated.

In short, he's an old idiot.

"Lord Perseus, this is what happened..."

A guard stood up and told him the gist of what had just happened, without any embellishment, just the truth.

After all, they were enforcing the law impartially and sticking to their posts, and there was nothing wrong with them. It was just that the other party was a little devil whose strength was simply inhuman.

After listening to the guards' account, Perseus looked at Alcides, who was still a child, and awkwardly scratched his head.

What to do? If it were a menacing enemy, Perseus could certainly rebuke them and resist the invaders.

But when the one kicking the door was a cute little girl, a child who, apart from having a bad temper and being a bit unruly, had no other problems.

Then he was in a bit of a dilemma. If he were to give a serious and earnest reprimand, wouldn't it make him seem like he was arguing with a child?
That's not quite right, that's not quite right.

With the passage of time, even an old, foolish dog will develop some intelligence, though perhaps not to a reasonable degree.

"Leave it to me."

Somewhat embarrassed, Perseus took the task upon himself, patted his chest muscles—enough to crush a man—to the guards, and then turned to ask with a kind expression.

"Little friend, whose child are you?"

When dealing with children, one can only be gentle; otherwise, what kind of behavior is it to yell and kill them? "My mother's name is Alcmene, and as for my father, I don't know."

Alcides answered his question very obediently.

Looking at the well-behaved little girl, Perseus couldn't help but feel pleased with his own cleverness.

Sure enough, it's all about attitude. As long as you talk to children nicely, there won't be any bad children.

But the name Alcmene... why does it sound so familiar? And he doesn't even have a father, isn't that a bit too pitiful?
Perseus, who hadn't thought of Alcmene as his granddaughter, only considered it briefly before giving up. However, because Alcides said that he had no father and only a single mother, he looked at the child with a touch of affection.

He was familiar with this kind of treatment; he too had no father for over a decade, only a mother.

Just as Perseus was overcome with maternal love, his eyes softened, and he was about to say something kind, Alcides interrupted him.

"Uncle, you're really amazing."

The poor child, who appeared cute and well-behaved in Perseus's eyes, gradually developed a strange look in his eyes.

"Of course, I am the Silver Saint who is closest to Gold Saint. There are few in the entire Sanctuary who are stronger than me."

Unaware of the subtle changes in the well-behaved child, Perseus, upon hearing this, began to boast about himself.

While boasting, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful. Back then, his father had lied to him, saying that there was no superior or inferior Saint Cloth, only whether it was suitable or not, and that silver was not necessarily worse than gold.

He believed it, but in the end, he couldn't defeat a single Gold Saint in the Sanctuary. He was completely fooled by his father's words.

Of course, if Eros knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say something.

An ordinary Gold Saint might not be as good as a Silver Saint, but someone who can become a Gold Saint is definitely extraordinary.

"Oh, since you're so good, then play with me for a bit, uncle!"

While Perseus reminisces about the past, Alcides already displays the sincere and innocent smile of a child, a bright and radiant laugh.

Play?
Before Perseus could react, the petite figure shot up like a cannonball, her small pink fist clenched, and she punched Perseus directly in the face.

This punch was unexpected; Perseus was completely unprepared and was sent flying by the small fist.

Even in slow motion, you can clearly see the changes in Perseus's astonished facial expression and the facial muscles that are gradually being imprinted.

"Lord Perseus!"

"Damn it! It was a sneak attack, how despicable!"

The guards rushed to check on Perseus, who had been knocked away, silently memorizing the image of the young girl who had just sent the Silver Saint flying.

Similarly, remember that this scene includes not only them, but also Alcmene, who is panting heavily after climbing up.

As she climbed up, she saw her daughter punch her grandfather, sending him flying.

Hmm...it should be her grandfather, right? She still remembered him, after all, Perseus looked pretty much the same as when he was young, without much change.

As for Perseus, who was sent flying, his mind was blank and he couldn't quite process what was happening.

Who am I? Where am I? What just hit me?

(End of this chapter)