Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Regarding your destiny..."

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Illness is Love (1/5)

"Oh? Tell me."

The goddess of wisdom slowly stopped, turned slightly, casually sat back down opposite her, and rested her chin on her hand with interest, pretending to listen.

"The Curse of Uranus is not directed solely at Cronus, but rather at the lineage of the God-King that continues!"

"The destiny of fathers and sons killing each other will not cease. And you... are now pregnant... Your Majesty the Divine Queen..."

Samael looked down at the pregnant belly beneath the loose gauze dress and murmured softly.

Themis, who also possessed a certain degree of divine destiny, hesitated to speak, but ultimately did not refute.

"So, according to the revelation you received, what is my fate?"

Metis lovingly stroked the pulse of life and opened his lips to ask.

"It will be eaten, become a part of him..."

Samael gave a stern warning, his tone sinister.

To everyone's surprise and astonishment, the goddess of wisdom slowly raised her head, her smile carrying a profound meaning.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

“Little guy, what you didn’t say is that he won’t kill me. I probably didn’t really die. I will enjoy everything he has in another way.”

Samael froze, staring in astonishment at the smiling goddess of wisdom, a chill running down his spine.

He had a vague feeling that Metis's answer was serious.

But this kind of love has almost become distorted.

In an instant, the ancient snake thought of a bloody term—"yandere".

"I told you long ago, stay away from madmen with the bloodline of the God-King! You knew it wouldn't end well, yet you still insisted on jumping into the fire!"

"Are you crazy? He treated you like this, and you still love him?"

Themis, the goddess of justice who raised this niece, was furious at Metis's infatuated smile.

Of course I love it!

"And if I were willing, my king would absolutely give me his heart."

The goddess, resting her smooth chin on her hand, looked at the goddess of justice, now devoid of her former imposing presence and elegance, with a smile that was both earnest and proud.

For some reason, that confidence made the two people present have no doubt about Metis's boasting and judgment.

What's so good about a scumbag like Zeus?

The ancient serpent muttered to itself, and its lips twitched slightly as the image of a certain god-king appeared in its mind.

Okay, he's certainly handsome, and he has it all: status, ability, sweet talk, and shamelessness.

Many women fall for this, otherwise how could he have seduced so many goddess wives?

After suppressing his frustration, Samael glanced at Themis, who was frowning and looking cold, and felt a pang of resentment. "I thought the divinity of fate was as common as cabbage."

It turns out the enemy was behind us; this stab was completely unexpected.

You had already warned her when you were halfway through raising her, but this rebellious and obsessive adopted daughter still went ahead without hesitation.

So, that couple might actually like this kind of thing. We don't understand their thought process, so it's best if we don't get involved.

Seeing that her foster mother and teacher, the goddess of justice, was about to lose her temper, the goddess of wisdom immediately changed the subject, looking at Samael with a meaningful smile.

“Little one, if that’s all you’re trying to say, you’re underestimating the gods, and you’re underestimating me and him.”

This family is such a handful.

Indeed, there was a reason why Zeus, as the only Greek god-king who escaped the bloodline curse, was able to perpetuate his authority.

The ancient snake frowned and muttered to itself, feeling a bit of a headache.

At that moment, the energetic Tina rushed into the room, leaned close to someone's ear, and began to describe something in a babbling, stylized manner.

Samael's brow gradually relaxed as he gently stroked Tina's head. His gaze towards the goddess of wisdom returned with a newfound certainty, and he murmured softly.

"It seems that His Majesty the God-King is very worried about your safety and has even dispatched a hundred-armed giant to accompany and guard you outside the swamp."

"You still don't give up?"

Metis rubbed her forehead, rolled her eyes coquettishly, and her opinion of the little guy dropped considerably.

If they really come to blows with Olympus, Auntie's life will be tough from now on.

"Telling you about this so-called ending is just to repay a favor. I never intended to persuade Your Majesty the Divine Queen to break with Olympus in the first place,"

Samael smiled, his eyes clear, and Metis across from him raised an eyebrow, gradually becoming interested.

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

The ancient serpent lowered its head, gazing intently at Metis's bulging belly, and slowly opened its mouth.

"Indeed, you two can do whatever you want behind closed doors..."

But what about the children?

The smile on the goddess of wisdom froze instantly; her cherry lips pursed, and her expression became somber and complex.

"Now, can we talk about the unfinished transactions from before?"

Samael's lips curled up slightly, his smile carrying a profound meaning.

Immediately, the ancient serpent nodded in acknowledgment, and Themis flicked her fingers to manipulate the golden scales on either side of the sword hilt. The surroundings instantly flickered and shifted, pulling the four figures into a special barrier formed by the starry sky.

"You are a wife, but more importantly, you are a mother."

“Your Highness, you should know what the life inside this belly means to Zeus.”

"Previously, the summons of Themis or me, under the pretext of playing chess, to meet in Olympus, was probably intended to be for her during her pregnancy."

"However, something unexpected happened, and we were unable to help."

Samael, with a hint of apology, as if he truly had the courage to go through fire and water for the goddess Metis, paused for a moment, then looked back in the direction Tina had come from, his gaze deep and dark.

"Besides, this visit isn't just about mediating on behalf of Zeus, is it?"

"We are weak, and Olympus is strong. Even if we wanted to show goodwill, there was no need to send a goddess like you who is pregnant and about to give birth, was there?"

"The battle between the old and new gods is about to end, and this is probably the only chance you'll have to go out before moving into your new love nest."

The goddess of wisdom subconsciously looked up, her pupils contracting, clearly confirming the ancient serpent's conjecture.

In fact, ever since Metis entered, Samael had never stopped observing the goddess of wisdom.

Although she appeared calm and collected, there was always a hint of prenatal anxiety in her eyes, and several times when she looked at Themis, her foster mother and teacher, she seemed to want to say something but then stopped herself.

Clearly, Her Highness the Divine Queen has something she cannot say.

Considering her previous attempt to summon the attendant of the goddess of justice during her maternity leave, it's highly likely she also hoped to contact Themis.

Finally, through the goddess of wisdom's acceptance of her fate, Samael could naturally confirm that her unspeakable secret was mostly for the sake of the child in her womb.

She is a wife, but more importantly, she is a mother.

The ancient serpent even suspected that Metis's trip to resolve the conflict between Zeus and Themis was merely a side effect.

Her true purpose was most likely to secure a future for her unborn child, and her foster mother Themis was the best person she could entrust with that.

But the goddess of wisdom ultimately hesitated.

Perhaps it was simply a matter of unease, or perhaps it was a desire to avoid further escalating the conflict between Themis and Olympus, lest Themis suffer Zeus's wrath for protecting the child.

In contrast, Samael trusted the latter more, and his gaze softened accordingly.

The goddess of wisdom gave a deep look at the person opposite her, clapped her hands, and threw away the flower cup that had been crushed in her palm due to her loss of control.

"Little guy, I have to admit, you're better than I imagined. So, how do you want to trade?"

Wavering implies a vulnerability, a point that can be negotiated.

"Of course, it's about making things convenient for others, and making things convenient for yourself."

The ancient snake's lips curled up, revealing its dagger as it unfurled its image.

"Themis and I will take care of the child in your womb, and you need to eliminate the hostility of Olympus."

Chapter Thirty-Four: Helping You Pick a Good Spot in Prison (2/5)

"You don't think my husband would make the same mistake as Cronus, do you?"

Metis glanced at Samael in surprise and couldn't help but sneer.

"Little ones, after this incident, you can't even get into Mount Olympus? You think you can help me right under Zeus's nose?"

Samael's smile widened, and his voice was low.

“I have no interest in going to Mount Olympus to walk into a trap, and I would never let Themis take such a risk. I also do not trust the magnanimity of that god-king.”

"But what if it were here?"

The goddess of wisdom froze, then looked up in surprise.

"You mean..."

The ancient serpent's lips parted in a smirk as it gazed intently at Metis's protruding belly.

“We can take the child out right here.”

Then, Samael raised his hand and gently stroked the long, blue hair that hung down to his side, and whispered something.

"Tina, remember what I asked you earlier? Can you do it?"

"Aaa!"

The goddess infant nodded heavily, her eyes clear, and with the rhythmic flapping of her wings, her emerald life force flickered.

Metis immediately felt that the surging life force originating from Tina was echoing the fetal movements within her body.

Clearly, the child she was carrying was maturing and would soon be awakened.

The womb of all beasts, the origin of divine power!

This extraordinary power is more than enough to bring about the birth of a child.

That is why Samael instructed Themis to pull the four of them under the barrier of the Star Court to prepare for Metis's childbirth.

Feeling the contractions in her abdomen and the increasingly strong life force within her body, the goddess of wisdom turned pale for a moment, biting her lower lip tightly, her expression complex and conflicted.

"Your Majesty, this is your only chance if you want this child to live safely!"

"If you refuse, you can back out now."

Samael looked straight ahead, his tone solemn.

"Roar!"

At the same time, the swaying starlight trembled slightly, and a furious roar came from the outside.

Themis gripped the sword hilt tightly, her expression changing slightly. A vast and solemn divine power of order spread out, and countless stars rose up, enveloping most of the marshland.

"It's the Hundred-Handed Giant! He seems to have sensed the change in the nearby spatial structure and is heading this way!"

"A quarter of an hour! That's the absolute limit I can gain by shielding that behemoth's senses!"

"Metis, make a decision quickly, or it will be too late!"

The goddess of wisdom pressed her lips together, closed her eyes in anguish, and when she opened them again, they were filled with a resolute look as she gripped her foster mother's fair wrists tightly with both hands.

"Auntie, help me!"

Themis let out a long sigh and nodded emphatically, while Samael, before the goddess of justice could speak, patted Tina on the back and nodded in acknowledgment.

Although the mother goddess's infant form lacked full intelligence, it was aware of the urgency of the situation. Its little face tightened, and it stepped forward to gently stroke Metis's lower abdomen.

Instantly, a vibrant and surging life force poured into her, and Metis, who was already on the verge of giving birth, began to experience regular contractions.

The goddess groaned, her face pale, her tightly clenched teeth having bitten her bloodless lips until they bled.

Themis immediately set the scales of the stars apart, hiding Metis and Tina within a sea of ​​stars and clouds.