Type-Moon, I heard that after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

After Nuoyan passed, she asked Nuoyan to sit down again.

Knowing that something was wrong, Nuoyan sat down obediently. Hera immediately reached out her hand and pinched Nuoyan's cheek with a fierce look, but without actually using much strength.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Nuoyan, Nuoyan, why, why..."

What happened? Hera suddenly found herself depressed and realized that she really couldn't blame Nuoyan for anything. After all, she realized that it was not Nuoyan who took the initiative to provoke the gods, but was passive.

He was just walking his own way, but as he walked, the gods who were smelling the scent came over one by one.

And it's not just them. Hera thought about it carefully and found that she was the same.

So she wanted to say something but stopped herself. However, she was really angry, so Hera, who was so angry that she couldn't hold back, severely slapped Nuoyan's face.

Nuoyan sat obediently and let Hera vent for a while. After seeing that her expression had eased a little, he spoke up and said, "Um, honorable goddess Hera, may I ask if I did something wrong to make you angry?"

Looking at Nuoyan, who was blinking her emerald eyes, with her face flushed red because of herself and full of confusion, Hera, who was originally very angry, was suddenly amused and burst out laughing.

"...Yes, I am very angry, or to be more precise, I am very jealous!" Then Hera glared at Nuoyan fiercely and said.

Normally, in order to maintain her image as a noble queen, Hera would not be as frank as she was today. But maybe it was because of Demeter's words just now and the recent incident in the Temple of Olympus, Hera let go of those things at this moment.

"Promise I'm your goddess, right?"

"Well, honorable Queen Hera, you are of course my goddess." Nuoyan nodded.

"Then why don't you and I have a vow?" Hera looked at Nuoyan with jealousy and said, "Let's not talk about Athena, Themis and the goddess of fate... Nuoyan, when did you provoke so many goddesses?"

......So, I'm not Zeus. Hera, what are you trying to do by acting like a legal wife who is dissatisfied with the existence of a mistress?

Nuoyan was really speechless at this moment.

But when he saw Hera staring at him, as if the day would not end until she gave him an explanation, Nuoyan could only rack his brains to think.

Because in the current situation, there is actually no point in thinking of a vow immediately, it will not satisfy Hera.

Hera is jealous and possessive.

What she cared about was not why she didn't have a promise with Nuoyan, but whether she was the first in Nuoyan's heart!

therefore......

"Honorable Queen Hera, I have never wanted to hide anything from you, and although I have never made a vow to you, you are the only goddess I believe in."

Nuoyan looked up, blinked his emerald eyes, and spoke to Hera sincerely.

If Hermes were here at this moment, he would definitely not be stingy with his applause and applaud the answer to the promise!

Because Nuoyan's words were true, and at the same time, they gave Hera a feeling that could not be completely considered an illusion.

That is, there is no need for a vow between them at all. After all, she is the only goddess that Nuoyan believes in.

So after Nuoyan finished speaking, Hera was slightly stunned, and the dissatisfaction and jealousy in her eyes naturally dissipated for the most part.

Hera even smiled a beautiful smile like a painting because of the sudden surge of joy and peace of mind.

Looking at Nuoyan's smile, he was even stunned for a moment.

Because it is indeed beautiful.

You have to know that Hera is the goddess that Zeus was willing to share his power with.

"So I promise that I am your goddess, and you will only believe in me, right?!"

It was as if all the dissatisfaction and worries in recent times were suddenly vented. At this moment, Hera was so happy that she didn't even have the shadow of the queen of the past.

“Hmm, hmm…” Nuoyan nodded slightly and said, “Of course I believe in you. I am your loyal believer, the honorable Queen Hera.”

After all, apart from you, I really can't think of who to believe in for the time being...

Apart from Hera, Nuoyan seemed to have lost his target for a while.

Athena is the goddess of pleasure and also the goddess of virginity. Not to mention Artemis and Apollo, even Demeter has Persephone, the unstable bomb.

After a circle, if Hera didn't want Nuoyan, Nuoyan would have to go to Clotho, hug her tightly and humiliate her.

Clotho is indeed more fragrant and softer, but Hera is a main god after all, and the Queen of Heaven at that. Not to mention if there is a conflict, what will happen to the Golden Fleece in the future.

"So you won't suddenly start to believe in Athena, and sisters Themis and Demeter, right?!" Hera said, and looked at Nuoyan warily.

"I will never suddenly betray my faith in you, Queen Hera!"

While Nuoyan was answering and making the assurance, he naturally realized in his heart what Hera was jealous of and angry about.

"Ok!"

At this point, Hera was finally satisfied. She reached out and touched Nuoyan's head, smiling and said, "That's right, this is my good child... And now, my lovely child, you can go find Hephaestus and ask her for gifts."

Huh?

Nuoyan blinked and looked at Hera with a little surprise.

"It's okay. I've already met Hephaestus." Although his eyes were still a little unnatural, it was probably to maintain his dignity in front of his promise... although it had almost fallen off just now.

Hera tried to keep smiling and said, "So it will be fine."

"And I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to the painting you promised to give me, the first painting in the hands of the gods!"

Recalling the painting dedicated to Artemis that night, and the painting of the underworld.

Not to mention Hera, any god would be excited if he heard that he was promised a painting.

"Okay, Goddess Hera." Hearing the promise, Tianyan nodded and prepared to let Tianma come back.

At the same time, I was wondering whether I should sharpen a knife.

It's obviously your mount, how could you sell out its owner like this!

"Wait, promise." At this moment Demeter suddenly appeared, walking out from the shadow under a tree, as if... no, she actually was, hiding in the dark and eavesdropping.

The evidence was that when she looked at Hera at this moment, her smile was very gentle.

Not only did Hera not feel embarrassed about this, she even subconsciously protected Nuoyan behind her and looked at her with vigilance.

Who made Demeter say those words just now?

If it weren't for the fact that she was Demeter's elder sister and had just lost her daughter, and she was one of the culprits, Hera almost couldn't help but let a bolt of lightning strike Demeter directly!

"Okay, okay, I won't snatch it in front of you... and you're really stingy. You don't even want to let this kid stay with me for a while."

As she said this, Demeter smiled and walked around Hera who rolled her eyes, then handed a sacred artifact to Nuoyan.

When Nuoyan and Hera saw what it was, they couldn't help but be surprised.

Because that is Hades's invisibility helmet.

"Goddess Demeter, this..." Nuoyan immediately looked at Demeter in surprise and was about to say something.

"Take this kid, you're going to need this next."

Demeter interrupted Nuoyan in a gentle voice, and after a short pause, she smiled and said to Nuoyan: "Although I trust you, it does not mean that I trust Hades.

If my daughter doesn't come back in ten days, you can use this opportunity to steal her back, how about that? "

Hearing this, looking at Demeter who was winking at him, Nuoyan didn't think Hades would do that, but after thinking about it, he still accepted it.

"He will need this helmet next..." Hera tilted her head in confusion, looked at Demeter and asked, "Sister, what do you mean by that?"

After hearing this, Demeter looked at Hera twice, but did not give an immediate explanation until she helped Nuoyan let the Pegasus fall and watched the Pegasus take him away.

Demeter looked at Hera helplessly and said, "I don't know if you really didn't notice it, or if you were ignoring it on purpose.

Your relationship with Hephaestus is so bad, but this time when you went to see her, not only did she not make things difficult for you, she even agreed to meet you."

"You, have you ever thought about what this is all for?"

Chapter 4: What is pink when cut open? Of course it is black! (k)

Inside the Temple of Hephaestus.

At night, the bright moonlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room, illuminating the beautiful girl who is lying on the bed resting.

She was wearing a thin nightgown, and her long golden hair, as long as her height, fell on the white bed.

The moonlight shone on half of her delicate face. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she bit her lips tightly, as if she was having a nightmare.

She was having a nightmare.

In her dream, she once again returned to many, many years ago, when she was just born.

On the highest peak of the sacred mountain of Olympus, on a day when dark clouds gathered and thunder and lightning struck, her biological mother, the most noble goddess among the gods.

It was on that day that he threw her off Mount Olympus with his own hands!

The girl woke up from her dream, opened her beautiful amber eyes which were exactly the same as Hera's, and suddenly sat up on the bed, gasping for breath.

And at this moment...

"Master Hephaestus, are you okay?" The maid heard the voice and the divine doll forged by the girl herself opened the door and walked in with a worried look on her face.

And when the maid used the moonlight to see the face of the sitting girl, her beautiful face was seven points similar to that of Queen Hera.

The maid's face suddenly changed, she lowered her head trembling, and dared not to look any further out of fear.

Because the girl was not wearing a mask like she used to, only half of her face was flawless, while the other half was marred by a birthmark that looked like a burning flame.

That’s right, this goddess who looks like a smaller version of the Queen of Heaven Hera is none other than Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen and fire in ancient Greek mythology!

Hephaestus did not speak, but stared at the doll in front of him with cold eyes for a while. After hesitating for a while, he finally did not choose to dismantle her as usual.

She picked up the half black mask on the bedside, covered her cheek that was damaged by the birthmark, and asked in a cold voice: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Master Hephaestus, you just lay down..." the maid replied with a trembling voice with her head down.

At this moment, the maid was actually in despair, thinking that she would definitely be torn apart by Hephaestus next.

Because in the eyes of Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, these dolls are all imperfect and defective products that should not exist in this world.

Even if they ignore their souls, they are no different from humans.

But Hephaestus had forged the most perfect doll in the world after all, and that was the first woman in ancient Greek mythology, the companion given to mankind by the gods - Pandora!

"Serve me." Hephaestus, who was silent for a while, said in a cold voice.

The maid looked up and gave Hephaestus a fearful look.

He saw that she was looking at him indifferently.

Even though he was afraid, he still went forward and carefully picked her up.

After picking her up as gently as a young girl, her flawless white legs were exposed under the moonlight.

It is the most striking and beautiful part of Hephaestus, and also the reason why Hephaestus can never forgive Hera.

She could run, but she could no longer use it to stand since the day Hera threw her from the highest point of Olympus.

The maid carried Hephaestus to another room, helped her put on her clothes, put her on an exquisite wooden wheelchair, and pushed her out.

As soon as she arrived at the corridor of the temple, the puppets who had been gathered in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, immediately stopped talking, trembling and lowering their heads, not daring to look Hephaestus in the eye.

Legend has it that Hephaestus's personality is like an active volcano, and no one knows whether the volcano will erupt in the next second.

"Has that follower of Hera arrived?"

Just as the maid carefully pushed Hephaestus along the corridor of the temple, enjoying the night breeze, Hephaestus suddenly asked.

The maid was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied: "No, not yet, but it should be soon. A sister has already seen him sitting on Pegasus and is rushing over here!"

He nodded calmly, revealing a sarcastic but somewhat complicated expression in his eyes, and said: "Although Athena told me early on, I really didn't expect that my mother goddess who had been hiding from me for hundreds of years would...

I actually came to see you because of a tiny human being."

The maid lowered her head and did not respond to this, because she knew very well that responding would be seeking death.

At the same time, the maid also mourned for the young man whom she had never met.

What Hera didn't know was that when she came to see Hephaestus that day, Hephaestus unexpectedly did not make things difficult for her and even agreed to her real reason.

In fact, it was because Athena had come to Hephaestus about the promise half a year ago.

And few gods know that the relationship between Athena and Hephaestus has actually always been good.

It could be that Athena was able to get out of Zeus' head with the help of Hephaestus, or it could simply be that Athena admired her abilities so much.

In ancient Greek mythology, Hephaestus is the god of forging and fire, and she is also the god of sculpture.

The temples of the Olympian gods were basically designed and forged by her.