Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

She is the goddess of wisdom and should not be troubled by such strange emotions.

"Why? Do you want to know?"

Athena tapped her temple with her fingertips, seemingly deep in thought, yet she asked Medusa a question with a half-smile.

"Say what you want to say."

Medusa responded calmly, her eyes flickering unintentionally, and her body moved a little closer.

Women are born with curiosity, and even gods are not immune to it.

Athena picked up a pebble, swung it through the crack in the window frame, and it landed at Samael's feet.

When the ancient serpent noticed the commotion and looked up, the goddess of wisdom immediately cupped her hands in front of her lips and teeth, and hummed softly with a taut face.

"Hey! You're going to abandon me again this time, I'm angry!"

"Tsk, when have you ever had a good temper?"

"I'm really angry!"

"I understand, you want to appease them, right? So, what are you trying to extort this time?"

Samael noticed the child's pleading pause and the subtle change in tone, breathed a sigh of relief, and waited patiently for the other party's request.

After raising her for many years, someone had long since figured out her little quirks.

This tone of voice proves that Athena's anger is almost gone. As long as there is some compensation, she will probably not raise any objections to the previous arrangements.

"Let's pick a few dishes first. For tomorrow's lunch, the main course will be my favorite meat dish from my seventh birthday dinner..."

"Rare lamb chops, seasoned with sea salt and black pepper?"

Samael responded irritably, while secretly grumbling to himself.

Your favorite food when you were seven? You've been eating it for so long and you're still not tired of it, right?

Ordering food is so complicated, it's like they've picked up some kind of neurotic bad habit from the Sphinx, the riddle-maker.

"Dessert number 2, the usual."

"Milk smoothie topped with blueberry jam and some raisins, right?"

"Where did we get to in our bedtime story tonight?"

"You yourself can recite Saint Seiya Athena by heart on the 122nd time, and you still want me to recite it?"

"Also, if I get tired of this dress, I'll choose the white gauze dress that Aunt Themis gave me, the light blue casual clothes that Tina made, and the one that the Snake Mother altered."

"Wait a minute, can you wear the purple one? Isn't it a bit too big in some places? It seems like you haven't touched it since you put it in the closet after trying it on once."

"Mind your own business! Also, get me a jar of licorice olives as a snack!"

"Wait a minute, I remember you hate the taste of licorice, and you only ever eat olives pickled in salt and honey?"

"I've changed my taste, is it not allowed if I want to eat it?"

"Okay, don't blame me if you eat it and then throw it up."

"Tch, I've changed my mind, I want to eat now!"

"What are you eating for? It's so late, aren't you going to sleep or not..."

Looking at the sulking, difficult girl who was making things difficult for him, Samael rolled his eyes and complained, but after a few more complaints, he prepared the medicine and water, took the jar, and headed to the dense forest outside the city.

Medusa raised her hand to her forehead, her snake-like eyes fixed on the indifferent figure. Her cherry lips twitched slightly as she silently grumbled to herself.

Just pet her!

It would be a miracle if they didn't develop this kind of personality!

On the rooftop, Athena watched Samael walk further and further away. Her tense face relaxed, and she turned to look at Medusa beside her, a hint of mockery appearing in her eyes.

"understood?"

The purple-haired goddess nodded irritably, a sense of inexplicable frustration rising within her.

I understand. He cares about you so much, which is why you care about him even more.

The goddess of wisdom rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the silhouette of a swaying olive tree outside the city, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with longing.

"You know Tina's condition; because of her mental incompleteness, she needs care."

When I was born, things were even worse; I cried all night long, seemingly because I was prematurely brought into the world.

She's afraid of light, darkness, and noise; she can't stand being too hot or too cold. She's picky about everything, even food, which has to be kept at a specific temperature, or she'll vomit.

Before I was four or five years old, I could only fall asleep when he was with me.

Perhaps because of this, from childhood to adulthood, he remembers more clearly than I do the things I like to eat and the things I'm used to using.

He even took my dietary restrictions to heart.

No matter how unreasonable the request, as long as it was within his power, he would patiently try his best to fulfill it…

However, being too good to me also has its troubles.

Athena tilted her head and chuckled softly, a mixture of emotion and helplessness in her expression.

"There's no similar one next."

Medusa rolled her eyes and gave a snort of annoyance.

"Alright, stop showing off!"

The goddess of wisdom raised an eyebrow and glanced at her old rival like a fighting rooster, her face full of displeasure.

"What are you showing off?! I'm the one who's envious of you!"

Medusa pointed to herself, her expression one of astonishment.

"What do I have that you envy? He's never treated me like that!"

"Tch, that's because he always treats me like a child who is inferior and needs to be taken care of, while treating you as an equal friend!"

"If something serious happens, do you believe that the first person he'll think of to confide in is you, not me!"

Athena glared fiercely at her old rival's well-developed genitals, and through gritted teeth, she uttered the very thoughts that Samael had always harbored.

Hearing her old rival's open envy and jealousy, Medusa felt inexplicably pleased.

At this moment, mentioning her troubles made Athena even more depressed.

Once some ideas are formed and solidified, they are very difficult to change.

Children, children, won't children grow up?

The goddess of wisdom pushed forward with both hands from under her ribs, looking at the still largely flat outline, feeling very discouraged and complaining indignantly.

Chapter 108 The Biggest Guilt is Inevitable! (4/4)

Well, growing up isn't all that great anyway.

After he turned five, he refused to sleep with me anymore, preferring to share a bed with Tina.

Every time I want to find Samael, I have to use my brain to figure out how to get him to lie down obediently and hold me like before.

In short, it's very annoying!

Athena wanted to comfort herself and ease her depression.

Unexpectedly, as she recalled how she, with her short legs, would sneak up to that guy under the cover of night to ask for a hug, only to be grabbed by the scruff of her neck and dragged back to her bed time and time again, the goddess became even more indignant.

Suddenly, the goddess of wisdom thought of the women who easily attracted Samael to her bed, and they all seemed to have a certain similar characteristic, which made her mood even worse.

Pshaw, having big breasts is a crime!

"Wait, how did you guess that Samael considered me a friend?"

At this moment, Medusa, whose reaction time was a bit slow, realized that Athena's previous words seemed to reveal some veiled information.

"You guys practically have it written all over your faces, do you even need to guess?"

The goddess of wisdom pursed her lips and answered casually.

"At first, I thought that he was giving you special treatment because you drank the snake mother's milk, as a form of equal compensation."

Soon, I noticed something was off about your flirting; you were being too in sync and too intimate in some ways.

That sense of familiarity, as if you've known each other for a long time, and your relationship is definitely more than just ordinary!

Hearing Athena's few words reveal the truth about her hidden relationship with Samael, Medusa felt guilty and overwhelmed by a strong sense of defeat.

"Now, I have another thing to envy about you."

"what?"

"wisdom…"

Medusa tapped her temples, shook her head, smiled bitterly, and felt inexplicably melancholy.

“I feel that I am gradually falling behind Samael’s way of thinking. In many things, you are much more useful to him than I am to him.”

For example, this time, if you hadn't guessed his intentions, I still wouldn't have known that he planned to weather this most dangerous impact alone.

Athena rolled her eyes in annoyance and gave a soft snort.

"Perfect timing. You admire wisdom, and I crave trust. If you don't mind, how about we switch places?"

"Forget it."

"I knew it, you were just saying one thing and meaning another."

The goddess of wisdom, who always wins more arguments than she loses, responds with a knowing, cold laugh.

"Licorice olives, here you go!"

Just as the atmosphere between the two enemies was tense, Samael, who had returned with a full load, tossed the snacks that Athena had been clamoring for into her arms.

The goddess of wisdom deliberately carried the bottle and twirled it in front of Medusa, clearly showing off.

However, the ancient serpent looked at Medusa and took out another bottle from its bag.

"By the way, I picked a lot today, so I made some honey olives for you and Tina. You should try some too."

Athena's lips twitched, her face darkened, and she suddenly felt that the opened licorice olives no longer smelled good.

Okay, licorice olive is a heretical practice anyway!

"I have no appetite! I'm not eating!"

The goddess of wisdom snorted and slammed the cap back on the bottle, then made a fierce swinging motion with her arm.

But as her arm rose halfway up, she raised it high again and gently lowered it, Athena, against her will, stuffed the jar of licorice olives that she so deeply loathed behind her back.

Just then, an identical bottle was tossed from Samael's hand into Athena's arms.

"Alright, I know you don't like it, so I left an extra bottle of honey olives. Remember not to eat too much, and don't forget to brush your teeth properly before bed!"

"Okay, okay, you're so long-winded!"

"So, tonight's matter is settled?"

"Tch, I'll barely forgive you. Okay, okay, stop loitering around here and go find Tina. She's been circling the door for ages."

Samael nodded and went inside to comfort another goddess who needed care.

Athena could no longer contain herself. Holding the jar of honey olives with obvious delight, her tense face broke into a wide smile.

And you still say you're not a child...

Medusa, who saw everything, couldn't help but secretly grumble to herself.

"What are you going to do next?"

After tossing a honey olive into her mouth, Athena chewed it briefly to regain her composure, glanced at the busy figures inside the house, and asked softly.

“I’m not as smart as you. I can’t just do whatever he chooses.”

This time, I still believe in his decision, just like always…

Medusa answered without hesitation, and after she finished speaking, Athena fell silent.

After a long while, the goddess of wisdom slowly raised her head, looking both depressed and somewhat relieved.

"Perhaps this is where I fall short of you."