Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Cerberus, under the tyranny of a certain person, obediently squatted on the ground, allowing the two dog lovers to abuse and ravage it.

Even more surprisingly, the silly dog, finding Themis's strength more comfortable, scurried over and squatted down at the feet of the goddess of justice.

You dislike me? I'll stew you sooner or later!

Samael glanced at the hellhound, which had a rich expression, was grinning and sticking out its tongue, looking extremely irritating, and muttered to himself.

In that instant when his gaze fell downwards, a familiar composition from a book in a past life flashed into his mind.

A blindfolded woman in a white robe, holding scales and a sword, with a wise snake coiled around her and a silly dog ​​with its tongue lolling out sitting at her feet...

Uh, isn't this the most classic look of Themis, the goddess of justice?

So, am I changing history or creating history?

Bah! No philosophy! No wrestling!

But soon, a certain guy who loathed philosophy immediately extinguished the philosophical speculation in his mind, and instead reached out his claws, wrapped them around Themis's fair wrist, and nodded in satisfaction.

Tsk, that's more like it, it's more like it now.

As the setting sun cast its golden rays, under the leadership of Daphne, the tyrant of the watery marsh, the simple celebration of the old house's reconstruction was transformed into a wild party.

Dew, fruits, meats, magic crystals, nectar, and other delicacies were brought from all directions by the nymph fairies, who held a lively outdoor feast and banquet.

In this joyful atmosphere, even Samael and Themis had a little wine and were slightly tipsy.

After leaving Tina and the group of girls to make a ruckus, the two who entered the room also became serious and came to the table to solemnly face the troubles they had to think about.

That is, the dual pressure from Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus.

After breaking through that "barrier" in the relationship, Themis immediately opened her heart.

Through simple communication and analysis, Samael could easily determine that even without Zeus's overtures, the goddess of justice would most likely not side with Mount Otyrus.

After all, Cronus, the king of the gods, was even more pathetic than Zeus.

The number of nymphs who die each year under his cruelty is unknown. This tyrant also enjoys watching monsters and gods fight.

As the power of Mount Olympus grew stronger, Cronus, who had already been corrupted by power, revealed his true colors.

Lately, he has been hiding in the Ottoman Mountains, drinking and committing murders, living in constant fear that his nemesis will actually come to his door and pull him off the throne.

In fact, Themis saw through the true nature of the king of the gods at a glance, even after Zeus and his six siblings escaped from the clutches of the demon and Cronus tortured and killed the nymphs to take the blame.

With just a few words, she easily persuaded Cronus to give up pursuing his wife Rhea's betrayal, making him consider the possibility of failure and leave himself a way out.

After a blustering outburst, Cronus, once Themis left, obediently released his wife Rhea, replacing it with a painless house arrest.

Perhaps that is why those Titans who should have shared in Cronus's glory so easily turned against him.

After all, even the god-king himself was afraid before the battle even started. How could they be expected to fight wholeheartedly with Zeus, with whom they had no major grudges, to the death?

These days, those who would go to great lengths for their brothers are few and far between.

It's common for people to betray their brothers for personal gain.

Since they all started out betraying others, they saw things were going badly and jumped ship to cut their losses. The fact that they didn't join Zeus's camp outright was already quite tactful.

In short, this wrecked ship on Mount Otrothus was destined to sink.

In the Age of Gods, Samael and Themis, whose moral integrity far surpassed that of most gods, would naturally not be foolish enough to jump into the fire and collude with Cronus.

But now, what's giving them a headache is that they seem to have offended Zeus, the new king of Olympus.

And gods are often very petty.

Who knows, just as they finish dealing with Mount Otrothus, that ambitious new king will have time to deal with Samael and Themis.

The repeated deductions and discussions continued until late at night, when the banquet ended, but the two still could not come up with an effective strategy to break the deadlock.

A cool breeze was blowing, and the weather was slightly chilly. Samael, feeling lost and confused, rubbed his aching temples and went to the courtyard.

The ancient snake gently carried Tina, who was fast asleep on the table with glistening drool on her face, back into the house. It carefully covered her with a blanket, its eyes filled with a hint of apology.

To be honest, Samael hadn't anticipated that he would be caught off guard by not being adequately prepared and thus attracting Zeus's attention prematurely, exposing both Tina and himself to danger.

A snake is most threatening when it hides its fangs in the dark, poised to strike.

If exposed to sunlight, this creature is not so terrifying.

However, the ancient serpent slightly raised its hand, its five fingers clasping Themis's soft hand, its gaze gentle yet firm.

He doesn't regret it! Never!

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Classic White-on-Black Scheme (2/2)

At this moment, Samael and Themis, who had been talking at the table all night, reached a result that was not satisfactory.

If they had started making their moves when Zeus went to the Sea of ​​Oceanus, they might have had a good chance to curb the ambitions of this god-king.

But now, Gaia, the Earth Mother, Uranus, the Sky Father, and more than half of the twelve Titans have secretly sided with Zeus. Olympus has grown powerful and is unstoppable.

Even within the new gods, Zeus's position was quite secure.

With the loyalty of three Cyclopes and three Hecatoncheires, it wouldn't be easy to take him down, whether openly or covertly.

Moreover, among the six siblings, although Hades and Poseidon are both individual destabilizing factors, Hera is also half a factor.

However, the infighting between the siblings has not yet begun; uniting against external threats is their unspoken way of survival.

This explains why, when Zeus usurped power from the hardworking and accomplished goddess of wisdom, even though some of her siblings sympathized with her, they did not truly stand against Zeus.

Tsk, the blood of the God King family is no joke.

Forget it, let's see how things go. At worst, I'll take Tiamat and Themis and run away, then go somewhere else to erode the divine authority of other worlds. Then I'll be a good snake again.

Just as Themis and Samael were exchanging wry smiles, an unexpected visitor gracefully arrived at the waterside treehouse, leaving them not only surprised but also frowning.

"What kind of expressions are those? Sigh, I'm being looked down upon."

"I cherish the time we spent together every day on Olympus."

The slender figure standing outside the door pulled down her hood, clutched her chest, and sighed as if she were heartbroken.

But those blinking eyes, straining for ages without shedding a tear, instead gave off a mocking and sarcastic air.

Samael recalled what Themis had told him before, that the goddess before him had once planned to drag him down with her. Now, seeing her smiling face, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

What was I supposed to say? "White on the outside, black on the inside."

"Alright, come on over if you want, no one's stopping you here."

The goddess of justice remained silent for a moment, gripping her sword of judgment, and spoke in a low voice with a furrowed brow.

"Astraea, it's only been a few days, and you've already forgotten your aunt? I used to hold you when you were little."

Metis entered gracefully, smiling with narrowed eyes, his outstretched fingers seemingly intent on giving Themis's taut cheek a sacrilegious pinch.

Hmm, she's really into character. Gu She rolled her eyes slightly, keeping her distance from this goddess who seemed to exude "trouble" from head to toe.

“If you’re here just to do these boring things, then there’s no need for you to stay.”

At the same time, the goddess of justice raised her hand and slapped away Metis's claws, her voice carrying a hint of coldness.

Recalling Zeus's underhanded actions, Themis couldn't help but feel some prejudice and distance from her niece.

"It seems my Aunt Themis is really angry?"

Metis's smile faded, and in a moment of helpless contemplation, she lifted the hem of her skirt, gracefully sat down opposite her, rested her chin on her hand, looked at the flower cup turning in her hand, and murmured softly.

"Alright, calm down. I was unaware of his actions. I came here specifically to apologize."

The goddess of justice's expression softened slightly; she believed that her niece wouldn't lie to cover it up.

However, before Themis could speak, Samael placed her hand on the goddess of justice's shoulder and smiled.

“An apology must be sincere. If a half-hearted apology is enough, what’s the point of the judiciary and justice?”

"I don't think Her Majesty the Goddess is that petty, is she?"

Themis, who had initially felt somewhat relieved and intended to ease tensions, straightened her back upon hearing this, and her gaze towards the other person took on a more scrutinizing quality.

Metis paused for a moment, then curiously glanced at the little guy who wanted "compensation" from him. He then stroked his smooth chin and looked at his aunt with a teasing expression.

"I've said it before: people who are too upright and too gentle are prone to suffering losses."

"But now I can rest assured, someone has just filled that gap, and he and you are a perfect match."

Hearing her niece tease her like that, even Themis, who was usually calm and collected, couldn't hold back and almost broke down, her dignity shattering into pieces.

The goddess of wisdom watched with great interest as her aunt was unusually embarrassed. Then, drawing on her years of experience dancing in minefields, she straightened her expression and got down to business before Themis could explode.

"Indeed, if you do something wrong, it is only right to make amends."

"He has promised that he will not continue to harass you, will preserve your divine status, will appropriately consider the implementation of the law, and will not take his anger out on your lover."

Samael raised an eyebrow, his expression playful.

"Only temporarily?"

"At least, that was the case for a considerable period of time..."

Metis recalled the deep resentment hidden in her husband's eyes before he left, and nodded helplessly.

"You're not going to start talking to us about life and ideals after the war with Ottoman Mountain, are you?"

Samael's smile vanished, and he became relentless, playing the stern, much like a competent lawyer who uses the rules to his advantage to secure his employer's rights.

"Don't worry, he won't bother you two until he's firmly in his position."

"After all, there is a big difference between following fate and challenging Cronus, and turning against Aunt Themis because of personal grudges."

"The twelve Titans aren't just you; they have to think about themselves too..."

After rolling his eyes, Metis decided to expose the little fig leaf that His Majesty the God-King was trying to hide.

The logic is simple: the twelve Titans are quite powerful, and they can conquer or persuade them with their own charm and skill, so everything will be fine.

If revenge were to be carried out openly, he could target Themis, the goddess of justice, today because his desires are not being fulfilled.

Tomorrow, he can use other pretexts to take care of the older generation of Titans one by one.

We're all just trying to make a living. If you push us too far, will we really treat them like elders and give them a lecture of love?

Clearly, Zeus compromised and sent his wife Metis as an intermediary because the allure of power far outweighed any consideration for face or lust.

What a surprising turn of events! As long as you have desires and can reason with others, that's enough.

If he's really a reckless fool, there's no point in talking to him. I guess I'll really have no choice but to run away with Tiamat and Themis.

Seeing the situation unexpectedly improve, Samael breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, everyone knows that this is only temporary. Even without this incident, the ambitious god-king would eventually subdue the twelve Titans one by one.

However, Themis, who had remained silent the whole time, raised her head slightly, her expression softening.

"Is that how you advised him?"

"After all, I don't remember a beast with the bloodline of a god-king being so easy to talk to. Only the wisdom to weigh the pros and cons can restrain this madness that comes from the bloodline."

Metis nodded with a light hum, her lips curling up in a smug smile, like a proud little girl in front of her closest elder.

“I simply told him that I was taught by you, that you have raised me for more time than those two ocean gods who have 6000 offspring, and that what I can do, you can certainly do as well.”

"Whether it's my parents, the God of Light and the Goddess of Light, or the other Titans he's won over, they can all be persuaded by you if the situation changes."

Immediately, the goddess of wisdom raised her finger and summoned a parchment scroll covered with intricate incantations from the magic circle, handing it to the goddess of justice, whose expression was complex.

"These are the divine seals left by the twelve Titans I have met. If necessary, you can contact these individuals at any time to put pressure on Zeus together."

"How long this balance can last is up to you, Aunt Themis."

The goddess of justice recalled how she had been a tiny little thing nestled in her arms, and hearing this call filled with certain emotions, it was as if nothing had changed.

"So, if you want some peace and quiet, don't let me surpass you, teacher..."

But as the goddess hesitated for a moment, muttered a few playful words, then stopped herself from speaking, finally blinked and smiled before walking towards the door, Themis felt a sense of loss.

She's grown up after all.

However, just as the goddess of wisdom was about to step out of the room, a meaningful voice came from behind her.

"Your Highness, whatever your motives may be, I accept this favor."

"In return, how about we discuss another issue?"