Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The important matter is this: I must first meet with that Titan goddess and, with my charm, persuade her to abandon darkness and embrace the light.

Zeus immediately became solemn and rose to walk toward the source of the divine will.

Meanwhile, deep within the marshland, in the Alima Cave.

Samael looked sullen as he led the Cerberus, a massive dog as big as a calf, which was frolicking around everywhere.

And those three silly sled dogs with their expressive faces made him want to punch them.

Since moving into the snake mother's cave two months ago, he has finally come to understand the hardships of caring for a baby monster.

He was already overwhelmed by just Cerberus and Hydra.

Hydras are quiet during the day and active at night, and are rather solitary and cruel.

The three sled dogs here are the complete opposite: they are active during the day and sleep soundly at night, impossible to wake up no matter how you call them, completely lacking the professional ethics of hellhounds.

When two people with completely opposite lifestyles and personalities live together, fighting is inevitable.

Samael had been patient before, trying to reason with them using gestures and analogies.

But these two guys forgot in the blink of an eye, and they fought every two days and every three days. One was lively and energetic during the day, and the other was mysterious and noisy at night.

Annoyed by this, the ancient snake simply resorted to corporal punishment, giving the two troublemakers a sound beating.

The snake mother, who also suffers from anxiety about raising children and even wants to drive these pests out of the cave ahead of time, is happy to see this happen.

Only when Cerberus, covered in bumps and bruises, and Hydra, whose body was knotted up, finally realized who the boss was, did Samael finally have some peace and quiet.

If it weren't for Anna's birthday, which is in the last few days, I would have roasted you all!

Samael, filled with resentment, glared menacingly ahead. The three-headed hellhound, who was raising one hind leg as if to urinate on the few newly transplanted plants by the door, immediately shivered.

Then, the silly dog ​​clenched its four legs, whimpered, and fled in panic, obediently running into the depths of the dense forest to dig a hole to relieve itself.

"Get lost! If I see you urinating or defecating in front of the door again, I won't even bother with a warning, I'll castrate you right away!"

"Woof..."

Intimidated by the ancient serpent, the already tamed Cerberus, needing to urinate, hurriedly continued its escape.

Then, a rustling sound came from the bushes, followed by a sharp, clear scream.

"Aaaaaah! Help! Don't eat me!"

"My meat is sour, it doesn't taste good at all!"

Cerberus, its ferocity aroused, instinctively bared its teeth and whimpered, its middle head, poised to attack, opening its mouth to catch the "little dragonfly" darting about in mid-air.

Immediately afterward, Cerberus heard footsteps behind it, turned around, crouched down, and obediently released the little creature it had been holding, placing it in Samael's palm.

The dog wore an almost fawning smile and wagged its tail, waiting for someone's praise.

Samael casually stroked the dog's head in the center, then waved the menacing creature away.

After eliminating the danger, he opened his palm and revealed the trembling nymph before him, frowning slightly.

"This is the territory of the Snake Mother and some large magical beasts. Are you out of your mind?"

"Samael... Samael? Waaah! Thank goodness, I've finally found you!"

However, before the ancient snake could scold him, the little nymph who followed Daphne around threw herself into his arms with tears streaming down her face.

However, the wings and the lingering hellhound saliva on his body made Samael's chest sticky, and his face darkened.

Cerberus, caught in the crossfire, shrank back and, before he could finish urinating, immediately tightened his prostate and awkwardly ran towards the depths.

"Tell me clearly, what exactly happened?"

The ancient snake picked up the little nymph and asked in a deep voice.

"Sister Astraea is looking for you; it seems to be something urgent."

The three-inch-tall girl snapped out of her daze and hurriedly spoke up. Since the previous search had yielded no results, the nymphs had spontaneously begun exploring other locations.

"When did this happen?"

"One...two..."

"Two days?"

"Um, it was two months ago..."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Samael stared at Nymph, who was counting on her fingers and finally weakly uttering the answer. His breath caught in his throat, and his face darkened.

They contacted me two months ago? I only just received the message and rushed over. I really don't know if I'll make it in time.

Unbeknownst to him, he had been staying in the snake mother's territory for quite some time.

I should have told them before I left, but I was too busy waiting for Anna to hatch and had my mind full of taking care of these pests.

As that sinister vertical pupil swept over, Cerberus, who had long been oppressed by someone's tyranny, immediately lay down on the ground whimpering and howling, his eyes filled with resentment.

I might not be human, but this guy is worse than a dog...

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Now is the moment of judgment; I offer my oath (1/2)

In the Chiriqa marshes, a misty fog permeated the forest, with faint blue-white lightning flashing, spreading an aura of solemnity and grandeur.

The surroundings were completely silent. Those magical beasts and nymphs with stronger senses instinctively fell silent and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Guests of Olympus, since you have arrived, please come in."

Inside the waterside treehouse, Themis raised her head, her eyes, hidden beneath the black veil, gazing wistfully towards the door.

"Haha, it's been a long time, Aunt Themis."

The young god-king, with his long silver hair held back by a golden crown and revealing half of his muscular chest, walked in with a smile, holding a thunder scepter.

“If I remember correctly, this should be our first meeting, son of Cronus.”

The goddess of justice carefully put down the manuscript, and with a gentle sip, drew two flower-shaped cups filled with glistening dew to the table.

“Aunt Themis, you invited me here not just to act as an intermediary for that good father of Otyrus, were you?”

Zeus picked up the flower cup, took a sip of the crystal dew, and unconsciously frowned slightly.

“Even though we share the same blood, we treat him as our father, but he has never treated us as his children!”

The king?

Themis frowned slightly upon hearing this deliberately prestigious title.

It seems that this nephew truly benefited greatly from the journey to the Oceanus Sea described by Prometheus.

In the future battle against Otrox Hill, he probably already possesses an overwhelming advantage that boosts his confidence.

Could it be that he really gained the support of the Father Uranus?

That fear, which ran deep in her bones and soul, made even the usually calm and peaceful Themis waver slightly, and she felt uneasy about the persuasion that was about to begin.

“King of the Olympians, we have similar experiences, so I can understand your feelings and resentment.”

"Therefore, I can remain uninvolved in your conflict with Cronus."

The Goddess of Justice paused for a moment, turned her flower cup, considered her words carefully, and spoke in a gentle tone.

As soon as the words fell into his ears, Zeus nodded with delight, a more pleased smile spreading across his face.

"Aunt Themis, thank you for your wisdom and understanding."

"In return, I will treat you as family, just like the other elders who have defected, and preserve your divine status."

Themis nodded slightly, and as the atmosphere between the two became more harmonious, she turned and pushed the compiled legal text in front of her ambitious nephew.

“Look at Zeus, we are gods, not beasts.”

"Now that you have inherited the Mandate of Heaven, do not indulge yourself like Cronus did before."

"The ability to exercise self-discipline is a divine virtue, which will make your rule more prosperous and lasting."

What is this? Is it a law or rule that needs to be practiced under the starry sky?

Zeus glanced at it casually, somewhat indifferently, but when he saw the first point written at the top, he couldn't help but frown.

"Sexual reproduction is the foundation of civilization. Under the witness of the mother goddess Gaia, men and women establish family relationships under the rule of law through marriage."

"Neither party shall harm the other without cause; they shall respect and support one another; glory, property, hardship, and suffering shall be shared by both..."

Besides these, the remaining requirements are to treat rational beings kindly, not to kill indiscriminately, and not to plunder each other.

At this moment, Themis stretched her arm forward, and the light patterns on her hand converged into a longsword with a central ruby ​​inlaid in it, and its entire body was golden and blue.

At both ends of the sword hilt are small golden scales, symbolizing balance and justice, with star patterns engraved on their surface.

The Scales of the Stars and the Sword of Judgment—the former is responsible for judgment, and the latter for ruling—this is the power of the Goddess of Justice, and the combination of the two forms this shape.

"Zeus, if you are willing to swear an oath in the name of justice to treat your wife well, I will help you restore order to the stars and the earth, and let the glory of Olympus last forever."

The goddess of justice pondered solemnly, her eyes, veiled in black, gazing straight ahead, though not directly meeting Zeus's gaze.

But in the darkness, it seems as if a pair of indifferent and rational eyes are overlooking the workings of the mortal world.

Zeus looked up at the opposite side and felt an invisible force rolling towards him.

White dress: symbolizes moral purity and integrity; blindfold: because the judiciary relies purely on reason, not on misleading sensory impressions.

The scales symbolize fair judgment, where everyone receives their due in the face of justice, neither too much nor too little; the sword signifies severe punishment without any leniency.

The Olympian king of the gods had a vague feeling that as long as he made a promise and acknowledged that marriage was a legally established relationship, he could succeed.

Therefore, once you commit an act of betrayal, judgment from the stars will surely come.

It was a resolve that even the gods could not shake; to achieve justice, even if the heavens and the earth collapsed!

These twelve Titans, born of the rules of nature, when they get serious, even a god-king would find it difficult to escape unscathed once trapped in the opponent's domain.

Sensing danger, Zeus's expression changed, and he threw the legal documents that Themis had handed him back onto the table as if he had touched a red-hot iron.

Seemingly realizing that his actions had gone too far, the God-King's facial muscles twitched slightly, revealing a stiff smile, his eyes flickering.

“Aunt Themis, you’re putting me in a difficult position. The war between Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus is not over yet. How can the gods tie their own hands?”

The goddess of justice remained silent, her hands still holding the sword forward, simply waiting for Zeus's response.

"If your laws are truly effective, let's wait until I become the God-King and then adopt them as appropriate."

Zeus's fake, stiff smile gradually faded, and he reluctantly gave a definite answer.

Indeed, trying to restrain a power-hungry beast with law and reason is doomed to failure.

Themis sighed inwardly, slowly lowering her arm, the sword of judgment of the Scales of the Stars hanging from her slender waist.

Zeus's gaze fell upon that skin as white as cream, and as he savored the forbidden feeling that had just hung over his head, his heart burned with desire.

“Aunt Themis, the spread and enforcement of the law must be approved by the king.”

"Your foresight and your beauty have captivated me. Come back to Olympus with me and become my wife."

"In the future, the golden age of the gods will be glorious forever, and order will be upheld throughout heaven and earth!"

Under that tender gaze, the solemn promise seemed utterly sincere.

The god-king was indeed not lying, but who knows when the future will arrive?

Unconsciously, a strange rhythm spread from Zeus, like a spark igniting dry wood.

The god-king slightly raised his hand, curled the corners of his lips in an invitation, and looked at the god with confidence in his eyes. His aggressive gaze was as if he were appraising his own personal property.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Teacher = Potential for Collision? (2/4)

"Since you refuse to swear an oath under my sword, then there's nothing more to discuss."

"Son of Cronus, leave the Cilician marshes immediately! You are not welcome here!"

Themis, with an indifferent expression, responded coldly, raised her sword hilt, and pointed it towards the door.

Seeing his invincible masculine charm suddenly extinguished as if he had hit an iceberg, Zeus looked bewildered and offered a sheepish advice.

“Aunt Themis, we can talk some more…”

"roll!"