Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 941 I'm Your Father
Although Astrid seemed a bit strange all day, the reasons she gave for her prophecy were very apt.

It's not surprising that a prophetic person with a mysterious and cryptic nature would do something strange.

Of course, the main reason is that no one would imagine that in such a proper setting, there would be bad guys wandering around, blaspheming the gods right in front of them.

Only someone familiar with a person's personality would dare to imagine such a thing; how could anyone else possibly think of it?

Therefore, neither Chiron nor Alcmene doubted Astraea's words, taking it as Astraea having foreseen something and wanting to warn them in advance.

Alcides had just exhausted a lot of energy, and now was the time when the child was sleepy.

Alcmene held her in her arms and comforted her. She yawned like any other child, her eyelids gradually drooping, and finally she fell asleep peacefully in her mother's arms.

He placed the child on a small bed in a side hall, tucked her in, and carefully closed the door.

After Alcmene closed the door, an invisible wind emerged from the crack in the window, gradually settling in front of Alcides' window and coalescing into a human shape.

"Tsk, this kid is quite a troublemaker. He's already causing such a ruckus on his first day here. Who knows, he might turn out to be a little devil later on."

Eros stood by the bed, his eyes lowered as he examined his child, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After dealing with matters in the underworld, he took Astraea back to the surface and then came to the Sanctuary to see Alcides, who had grown considerably.

Due to the real-time regulation by the Goddess of Time, the physical sensations often differ from reality, both in the heavens and on earth.

Furthermore, Eros himself was so engrossed in battle that he had long lost track of time and naturally hadn't paid attention to how much time had passed.

It wasn't until Eros heard Athena's arrangements from Astrid that he remembered he should stop by and see his child.

So he followed Astraea and witnessed everything that had just happened, and even played a trick on her.

Seeing Alcides force his way into the Sanctuary and mingle with Perseus, Eros was somewhat speechless.

This personality is definitely not inherited from him. He is humble, polite, and gentle. This eccentric and self-centered personality must be inherited from Hera, that bad-tempered guy, and has nothing to do with Eros.

Yes, these are all bad traits inherited from Hera, while her kind nature is inherited from him.

Just like the child Triton, he was also influenced by Poseidon, which is why he grew up crooked, and it had nothing to do with Eros.

However, this child does look very much like Hera, with black hair, black eyes, and an air of domineering confidence in his eyes and brows.

Every time Eros saw Hera's arrogant demeanor, he couldn't help but provoke and provoke her, making her furious.
But when the object of affection is his own child, Eros can only think, "He is indeed my child, indeed the future greatest hero of Greece, and it is only right that he is so."

My child! You were born to look down on everything!
With expectation and appreciation, Eros patted Alcides' head. As for Ananke? Eros had long forgotten about it.

Anyway, they're just withered bones in a tomb, destined to become Eros's fermented milk sooner or later, so why bother?

Just as Eros was stroking the child's forehead, Alcides, who had been asleep, opened his eyes again and stared at Eros with his pure, large eyes.

"who are you?"

Without fear or panic, Alcádez spoke calmly, with a hint of curiosity, showing no concern that he was alone, without his mother by his side, or at risk of being abducted.

She just looked at the very handsome older brother standing at the head of her bed with curiosity and asked him a question.

"I?"

Although he was discovered secretly watching his child, Eros remained unmoved, only offering a slight smile.

It's good to get to know this child sooner rather than later; there's no need for me to avoid her or hide anything from her.

Thinking of this, Eros answered very honestly, "I am your father, you should call me Papa."

"dad?"

Alcides turned his head to the side, still buried in the thin silk blanket, and showed a puzzled expression.

"But you don't seem like my father. And my mother has never told me anything about my father."

It was obvious that Alcides did not believe that Eros was her father, after all, Eros was a handsome young man who did not have any mature or steady appearance.

He doesn't look like a father at all; at best, he's just a kind older brother.

Eros didn't care that Alcides didn't believe him; he just smiled nonchalantly.

"If I'm not your father, then who do you think I am?"

"Furthermore, even if your mother didn't say it, does that prove I'm not your father? You should be able to make your own judgment."

Listening to Eros's words, Alcides seemed to understand something, his big eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

"Oh, then I also feel that you don't seem like my father."

"I think you're just my older brother at most."

Eros chuckled, probably because he hadn't expected the child to answer him so honestly, and chuckled softly twice.

"Ha, brother it is then. Since you think I'm just your brother, then I'll be your brother."

It's just a title; Eros didn't care at all what to call him or whether it messed up the seniority.

Alcides's little face scrunched up, revealing a somewhat confused expression.

"No, why did you become my brother like this? I feel like I've been deceived by you."

Alcides, belatedly realizing that he had already recognized the mysterious boy in front of him as his brother after just a few words, couldn't help but wonder if he had been deceived.

"Haha, this isn't a lie, it's the truth."

Eros chuckled twice, ruffled her hair, and looked at her with doting eyes.

"You're still young and don't understand many things, so I won't tell you."

"Just know that I am your closest relative and would never harm you."

Looking up at Eros, Alcides' intuition told her that this man was not lying, and Eros' eyes were very similar to her mother's.

However, children's brains can't quite grasp the sudden mention of fathers, brothers, and relatives.

"If you can't understand, then don't understand," Alcides asked in return.

"So, you're also a Saint from Sanctuary?"

"Well, that's right."

The first Saint Seiya, he's a Saint Seiya too.

(End of this chapter)