Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

If we take Theogony as the historical trajectory of the Greek world, if he remembers correctly, Astraea was the daughter of Zeus and belonged to the second generation of goddesses of justice.

Moreover, this happened after the great war between the old and new twelve Olympian gods, and after the authority of Mount Olympus was established.

Using the name of a god that hasn't appeared yet?

They needed to conceal their identity, yet they knew the god Astraea…

In addition, he is so interested in arbitration.

Tsk, how could I forget the obvious feature of a blindfold?

All that creative entrance procession from the law school at the university sports meet opening ceremony back then was for nothing.

The image of those carefully selected girls, dressed in long white gowns, their faces veiled, each holding a scale in one hand and a ceremonial sword in the other, remained vivid in his memory for a long time, and he always thought about the wall of the law school next door.

After all, those who know, know.

We're all decent people, who has the time to specifically go watch the school sports meet?

After all, she's gorgeous!

Samael's memories of his past life were inadvertently triggered, causing a slight upturn of his lips and a look of nostalgia and enlightenment to appear in his eyes.

She's definitely not out of the running.

Themis, one of the twelve Titans of Mount Otrothus, is the goddess of law and justice!

Goodness, how come this big shot has time to stroll around a place like the Chiriqia Marsh?

Additionally, the Golden Scales... Astraea...

Through a series of memories, the image of a drill-shaped blonde, muscular woman with a powerful demeanor squeezed into Samael's mind, creating a strong form of mental pollution.

Samael rubbed his forehead and shook his head, trying to dispel the almost abstract image of the goddess from his mind.

Okay, I remember everything now.

Astraea, daughter of Themis, the first goddess of justice.

Moreover, its image concept will be based on Luvia Celinta Edelfelt, the young lady of a famous Nordic magic family.

Incidentally, the successor of the goddess of justice Astraea has a "good" compatibility with the body possessed by the goddess of fertility Ishtar.

Hmm, a pair of sworn enemies who love to sabotage each other.

As his thoughts returned, Samael recalled the scene of his conversation with the Titan goddess during the day, and his lips twitched slightly, his expression becoming strange.

To conceal his identity, he used his future daughter's name as his own—that's just too much…

Samael coughed slightly, interrupting his disrespectful inner thoughts, and raised his hand to stroke his chin, seriously considering a solution.

Based on the current situation, he can basically conclude that the goddess of justice has no malicious intent.

Otherwise, someone of that level could easily kill him with a single slap; there's no need for him to hide his identity, lower the status gap, or attempt to communicate on an equal footing.

Furthermore, by nature, Themis seemed quite interested in his arbitration strategy, as if she wanted to learn from it.

Perhaps, this could be an opportunity to establish a connection with this goddess of justice, selectively align oneself with a powerful figure before the war of gods begins, and then quietly fish in troubled waters.

This makes it safer.

After all, I'm not alone anymore.

Astraea, symbolizing the goddess of purity? Perhaps it's worth a try.

Samael raised his hand to smooth the blue hair of the goddess's infant body, his gaze gentle.

"Tina, how about I take you out to play tomorrow?"

"Aaa!"

Tina's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, uttering a joyful monosyllable. Overjoyed, she pounced on Samael.

However, with a deafening roar, the figure was propelled like a cannonball by a pair of emerald green horns, crashing into the pitted stone wall behind, adding another human-shaped mural to the landscape.

Some loves are destined to be so heavy.

He looked like a victim lying at the scene of a car accident, his eyes filled with sorrow, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Just as the unremarkable waters of Cilicia were stirred by the fluttering of butterfly wings, a grand ceremony was held on the island of Crete.

Because their prince Zeus had come of age and displayed unparalleled divine power, he no longer needed the protection of others.

Two valiant warriors, clad in armor and wielding shields, spears, and swords, knelt and bowed in respect outside the cave entrance. Their bodies were then swept away by the wind and returned to the earth as dust.

Due to the curse of Uranus, the first god-king, the second god-king Cronus was filled with fear and swallowed his six children one after another.

But what this cruel god didn't expect was that his mistreatment of his wife and his obstruction of the law of procreation had already aroused the deep hatred of Gaia, the Earth Mother Goddess.

Therefore, this ancient deity, whose origins are almost contemporaneous with the Greek world, has secretly decided to push for the fulfillment of the curse.

So, Mother Earth, who was hiding in the shadows, together with Queen Rhea, hid Zeus, the sixth child of Cronus, on the island of Crete and protected him.

In order to ensure the child's healthy growth, they appointed the sea nymph Amartya to raise the prince.

Two warriors, formed from the power of the earth, fought daily to conceal the divine tides and day-and-night wailing brought by Zeus.

Furthermore, they were also responsible for teaching the prince martial arts, but as they grew older, the prince easily defeated both of them even when they worked together.

After explaining Zeus's identity and mission and conveying the divine message, the two holy spirits residing within him turned to report back to their mistress.

Boom!

A silvery-white bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and the gears of fate slowly turned over the island of Crete.

Chapter Twelve: Now that you've mentioned this, I'm no longer sleepy (2/2)

The sun shines brightly on the lush green meadows of Crete.

A handsome young man with long, flowing silver hair and sharply defined features, toyed with a golden ram's horn in his hand, his gaze fixed on the sky, burning with a fierce yet resentful intensity.

Amalthea, the sea nymph who brought divine wine and goat's milk from within the cave, slowly approached, her heart heavy with worry.

As the prince's foster mother, she knew very well what that look meant.

That is the desire for power that is almost innate in this bloodline.

The divine message left behind by the earth's servants before they vanished, along with the secret support of the earth goddess Gaia, has now completely ignited the young prince's ambition for power.

Therefore, his days of deep thought were probably spent considering how to overthrow the father god Cronus.

However, even with an elusive destiny bestowed upon them, it is not an easy thing to do.

Although in the rebellion that castrated the father god Uranus, it was Cronus himself who wielded the sickle and decisively killed him.

But by clouding Uranus's perception and lowering the guard of this irritable godfather, all twelve Titans were involved, essentially on the same side.

Furthermore, they were not only conspirators in the rebellion against God the Father, but also shared the spoils after the war. As brothers and sisters, they were bound by blood and interests, sharing both glory and loss.

Therefore, to fulfill the mandate of heaven and challenge the second-generation god Cronus is tantamount to declaring war on the entire Titan pantheon of Mount Otyrus.

Even if Zeus had grown to the level of a chief god, or even if he possessed the strength of a god-king, this newborn would still have to behave himself in the face of the ancient twelve Titans.

The transfer of power is never without bloodshed, and none of the prince's uncles and aunts were kind-hearted.

If he could be replaced so easily, why did Uranus, the Father of God, whose power had been greatly diminished, disappear without a trace? Even after being castrated, he didn't dare to seek revenge on those rebellious sons and daughters.

Compared to ascending that blood-stained throne, she would rather the child stay on Crete forever, living a peaceful life.

Amalthea, the sea nymph who had watched the prince grow up, naturally didn't want Zeus to take any risks. Her maternal instincts stirred within her, and she even felt a sense of resentment towards Gaia, the Earth Mother, for her actions.

She was clearly putting Zeus in a very difficult position while she herself remained uninvolved.

But soon, the sea fairy hurriedly suppressed the disrespect in her heart, fearing that the offense would be perceived by the divine will.

The Greek gods were all quite petty.

After Zeus finished his meal, he remained sitting on the grass, frowning and deep in thought, his eyes filled with increasing gloom and restlessness.

After a moment of silence, the ocean fairy, who had seen everything, knew that she could not sway the child's pursuit of power. She sighed and stepped forward.

“Your Highness, if there are things you really can’t understand, you can go to the endless ocean and seek out a true sage for answers.”

Zeus suddenly awoke, immediately looked up, and tightly grasped his foster mother's hand, his gaze burning.

"You mean..."

"Metis, the goddess of wisdom, daughter of Oceanus, the god of ocean currents..."

"She is the wisest of all the gods I know."

The ocean fairy opened her lips and pondered, then pointed out the way.

"Will Metis help me?"

Young Zeus hesitated. Oceanus was one of the twelve Titans, and this move would be tantamount to having his daughter join him in rebellion against his own family.

"I think you and she will definitely get along well."

“After all, you are all young, while the gods of Mount Oterus are old.”

The ocean fairy gently patted the prince's arm, her gesture carrying a meaningful meaning.

That's right, we're all young, and those old guys have been up there for so long, it's time for them to step down.

Zeus nodded in understanding, his eyes burning with excitement and a fierce desire for power.

Intelligence often implies ambition.

Now he was more confident in persuading Metis.

However, before the young prince could rush to the endless ocean to find the answer to gain power, his foster mother sternly grabbed him again.

"My lord, do not try to deceive a wise man with empty rhetoric!"

Zeus paused, lost in thought, the intense flames in his eyes gradually subsiding.

Trying to recruit the goddess of wisdom, Metis, to their side won't be so easy.

As a cursed child with limited power and resources, he was no match for the twelve Titans, who were deeply entrenched in the world.

"So, this is where you'll need to bring out your expertise."

The sea nymph gently touched Zeus's chest, whispered something, and looked meaningfully at his handsome face.

"Thank you for your guidance, Amartya. I will definitely repay you..."

Zeus nodded in sudden realization, smiled, and understood. He then transformed into lightning and set off triumphantly into the endless sea.

Ever since he could remember, this prince had been stirring the hearts of the nymphs who served him.

His specialty, of course, is pleasing women.

Therefore, don't treat that goddess as a wise woman, but rather as a woman to pursue, and things will be much simpler.

Amartya…

At this moment, the sea goddess, who was standing still, froze, and her eyes immediately revealed a mixture of relief and bitterness.

Perhaps out of consideration for the feelings of her biological mother, Rhea, it's time to forget the title of adoptive mother.

This child learns so quickly.

Amalthea raised her hand to her chest and sighed silently.

Your Highness, what I want to say is that what you need to offer is not just superficial tricks to deceive girls, but also a sincere heart...

Otherwise, the wise Metis will eventually become a hidden danger to your future.

Women are easily swayed and easily driven to extremes.

The sea fairy opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed the advice that rose in her throat, and turned away forlornly towards the cave.

At the Chiriciana Marsh, in Daphne's home.

Themis, the goddess of justice who goes by the pseudonym "Astria," holds a chess piece in her hand, her fingers hovering in mid-air. She turns her head to look out the window, her eyes, now unbound from their bandages, gazing unfocused into the distance.

"what happened?"

Samael casually placed a piece, thus ending the game, and then asked a gentle question.

Themis, who was sitting in the wicker chair, suddenly came to her senses and looked apologetic.

"I've been feeling restless these past few days. I might just be a little sensitive and not used to the wet environment."

The goddess got up to gather the chess pieces and tidy the table. Then, suppressing her distracting thoughts, she opened her mouth to ask a question, blinking and smiling softly.