Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, Themis fell silent and remained silent for a long time.

She probably understood why Rhea, Zeus's mother, preferred to live in seclusion, fading from the sight of the gods, rather than reside on Olympus and receive worship.

On the one hand, her son Zeus ruthlessly threw her husband Cronus into the Tartarus prison, which she found unbearable and deeply repulsive.

On the other hand, even her eldest daughter Hestia had to swear to remain chaste and withdraw from the power struggle in order to avoid her brothers' harassment in order to gain peace, which chilled her heart even more.

Whether it's Mount Olympus or Mount Olympus, they may seem more harmonious now and have a democratic element in joint decision-making, but in essence, it's just a change in name only.

Their desires and their conflicts never ceased.

Rather than getting bogged down in it, it's better to retreat gracefully, emulating the earth goddess Gaia, out of sight, out of mind, and find peace of mind.

“I fear that Zeus, in a desperate move, will use Prometheus’s brother and son to force him to speak.”

Deucalion and Pyrrha are also tasked with leading the people of Crete to establish civilization, so they cannot leave for the time being. Moreover, they are mostly safe as they blend into the crowd and their identities are little known.

But Epimetheus, having already been identified on Olympus, is a good point of attack. I'm still not comfortable leaving him and his wife outside, so I'll simply move them to the vicinity of Arima's Crypt to eliminate any future trouble.”

Samael pondered for a moment, then spoke to Themis.

Previously, the goddess of justice might have been somewhat dismissive, but after having a fresh understanding of Zeus, she had no doubt that the wise god-king was capable of such a thing.

“Alright, I will first formally move my temple to the Water Tree House, spread my power, and ensure the safety there. Then I will secretly bring Epimetheus and his wife over.”

Themis was usually gentle and elegant, but she was always decisive and efficient. She immediately nodded in agreement and got up to go to the Arima Cave to make preparations.

However, just as she was about to return, she felt a slight resistance on her wrist.

"Actually, there's no rush. Let's stay the night before we leave. We haven't reviewed our lessons in a long time..."

Samael licked his dry lips and teeth, his eyes gleaming.

"Next time. According to your prediction, Zeus could launch an attack at any time. The sooner we act, the better."

Themis gently pulled off her lover's finger and earnestly offered her advice.

Then, the goddess of justice paused for a moment, and then gave a perfectly legitimate reason.

"Moreover, I remember that Persephone is scheduled to return in the next few days, and I would like to take some time to visit Demeter and her daughter."

The Arimar Cave is quite close to the Underworld, and since Themis's dwelling is nearby, Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, habitually takes her daughter to stay for a few days in the waterside treehouse, away from the hustle and bustle.

Therefore, in recent years, Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, has returned to Earth from there eight times out of ten.

You even remember this?

Samael recalled the solitary figure of the god Saturn, waiting for his daughter's return, and gradually understood that Themis's excellent reputation among the gods was not without reason.

Having said all that, the ancient snake had no reason to stop him, so he could only wave weakly and bid farewell to his old lover.

The goddess of justice smiled and gently kissed Samael's forehead.

"Okay, there will be opportunities. Once we're done with this busy period, we'll have plenty of time to chat."

The ancient serpent watched the graceful figure turn away, rubbing its forehead for a meager consolation, then shook its head helplessly, watching Themis and Chiron lead the Typhon offspring into the distance.

"Snapped!"

Just as Samael was lost in thought, Athena slapped the ancient serpent hard on the shoulder and snorted irritably.

"Stop looking, everyone's gone. Let's go back, we have a ton of things to do tomorrow."

"OK…"

Samael drew out the words weakly, got up to go back to catch up on sleep, but then felt a tight band around his arm.

"what happened again?"

The ancient snake looked at the white claws gripping its wrist and asked in confusion.

“Hold my hand…”

"Don't you know the way home?"

"know!"

"Tired of fighting Artemis?"

"Not tired!!"

"Then why do you want me to hold your hand?"

"Hold on or not, so much nonsense!!!"

Hearing that series of groans, the goddess of wisdom, who had finally managed to put on a stern face, gritted her teeth and her eyes blazed with fury.

"Okay, I'll hold your hand, alright? Let me hold your hand."

Samael grabbed Athena's fair wrist, gently swayed it, and started walking forward.

The tone of that teasing tone made the goddess of wisdom, who was being led around, turn pale. Her teeth chattered as if she wanted to bite a piece of flesh off the shoulder of some lazy fellow.

Chapter 118 As long as I don't admit it, then it's not true! (3/3)

On the outskirts of Mycenae, a bulky figure walked by under the moonlight.

Once you emerge from the shadows of the trees and are fully bathed in the cool, silvery light, you will clearly see that this is not a single individual, but rather the overlap of four people.

The goddess of wisdom, who was holding someone's right arm, looked at Medusa, who was being led by the hand on Samael's left, and Tina, who was wrapped around his back, and felt extremely annoyed.

I was the one who got it first, so why are you all coming to join in?

"Rocking and rocking, rocking all the way to the doorstep."

"Aaa!"

Samael smiled slightly, and Tina on his back cheered joyfully, giving the ancient snake a kiss on the back of its neck, showing her appreciation and encouragement to her mount.

The outline of the city in the distance had come into view, so the ancient snake put Tina down.

The goddess's young form, who was bursting with desire, jogged around for a bit, while Medusa quickly followed, accompanying Tina.

At this moment, Athena, who remained where she was, frowned as she looked at Samael, who was slightly bowing down with his hands behind his back.

"what?"

"On the way here, you seemed quite envious of Tina's position. Should I carry you for the last leg of the journey?"

"Why should I carry it? I'm not a child!"

"You don't want to? Then forget it..."

"boom!"

Just as the ancient snake was about to get up, a heavy weight pressed down on its back.

Are you coming or not?

Athena let out a soft hum, making no mention of her earlier rejection.

Tsk, so arrogant.

The ancient serpent chuckled and shook its head, then carried the growing goddess of wisdom on its back, walking along the moonlit path.

Behind them, Athena, who was holding Samael's neck, looked at the shadow beneath her, which was burying its head and moving forward, and a pleased smile curved her lips in the darkness.

Fine, I'll forgive you for now.

"By the way, I have a question for you."

On the way, Samael tilted his head slightly and opened his lips in contemplation.

"what?"

"Why do you never call Themis your mother, only your aunt? Logically speaking, she should also be considered one of your foster mothers."

"Logically speaking, I should call her great-aunt! My mother calls her aunt, can't I just follow the old custom?"

"truth…"

"Friendly and doesn't look old at all!"

"Nobody would believe you, it's the truth."

"The way you address them is misleading; they'll never guess I'm Metis's daughter!"

"You're itching for a beating again, aren't you? Tell me the truth!"

Samael pinched Athena's round, firm thigh with a dark expression, his tone becoming more forceful.

"Themis treats both Metis and you as her daughters, and her devotion to you is no less than mine. In your eyes, doesn't she deserve to be called a mother?"

"So what if it is..."

Athena hissed, turned her head away, muttered to herself, and secretly glanced at the figure in front of her.

"If I don't agree, then it doesn't count..."

Upon hearing the rebellious muttering, the ancient serpent immediately released its grip, throwing Athena down.

"We're almost there, walk by yourself..."

"Didn't you promise to memorize it?"

"I don't accept it, it doesn't count!"

Tsk, who's the kid here?

As the goddess of wisdom watched the figure recede into the distance, she rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, but a hint of smug satisfaction shone in her eyes as she successfully defended her title.

Meanwhile, the Olympian council once again came to a close as usual.

In the darkness, a figure as fast as a shooting star landed outside Mycenae. After repeatedly checking the surroundings, it cast a ball of ever-changing light and shadow from its hand.

When that thing between reality and illusion dispersed like mist into wisps and seeped into the earth, the visitor finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away his sweat, and leaped away, not wanting to stay in the vicinity for even a moment longer.

Only after he ran non-stop back to Olympus did the inexplicable palpitations in his heart subside slightly.

"Snapped!"

The sudden, heavy slap from behind caused the handsome man wearing a winged hat, standing beneath the Olympic flame, to jump up in a panic, his face filled with horror.

"Hermes, have you delivered the goods?"

A rough voice came from behind, and a head with messy hair like a lion's mane and ugly features approached, its face serious.

"It's been delivered, it's been delivered. How could I dare to delay an order personally given by His Majesty?"

Hermes, having confirmed the visitor's identity, calmed down slightly and responded irritably.

"That's good, that's good, life will be much easier for humanity from now on..."

The ugly face behind him immediately relaxed with satisfaction, revealing an indescribable sense of gentleness in its murmur.

"By the way, Hephaestus, the meeting ended a long time ago, why haven't you left yet?"

Hermes glanced at the brother he had once invited up the mountain and asked him seemingly casually.

"I'm worried about that matter until you come back."

Hephaestus scratched his head, his smile both hearty and somewhat naive.

"Alright, alright, I've taken care of this. You don't need to worry about it anymore. You should go back to sleep now."

Hermes patted Vulcan on the shoulder and responded with a light laugh.

"Haha, that's true. With everyone's help and Father God overseeing things, there shouldn't be any problems."

There's a big problem with our Father God being the gatekeeper!

The divine messenger remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was filled with resentment.

He had come into contact with many of Zeus's secrets and had some understanding of the wise god-king's character. He was deeply afraid of the scheming and cunning he displayed.

He was well aware of Zeus's past attitude towards humanity.

Is it normal for them to suddenly change their nature and want to bless humanity?

As Hermes pondered the matter more deeply, he felt a chill run down his spine, and his hand, which touched the object, seemed to itch constantly.

Unaware of what was happening, Hephaestus affectionately put his arm around the messenger's shoulder and lightly punched his chest with his right fist, as warmly as ever.

"Hermes, my good brother, you've been running all this way, you must be tired and hungry."

As it happens, I'm in a particularly good mood tonight and plan to stay overnight in Olympus. Why not head to my palace and have a few drinks?