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

For this, Hephaestus even waited outside for a while...

"Goddess Hephaestus, you are back. Who is looking for you?"

Looking at the goddess who came back, Nuoyan asked meaningfully.

He could feel that Hephaestus was in a very good mood, as if he had won a battle and had let off some steam!

He thought about it, his amber eyes reflected the black-haired and green-eyed boy in front of him, and finally smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry about it, because... he is just an unimportant person."

Chapter 4 Tribute, Doll, Daughter?! (k)

Two days later,

As the night deepens, the scattered moonlight casts a hazy hue over the ancient bronze temple.

In the quiet carving room, Nuoyan sat in front of the statue he carved, sitting quietly for more than two hours.

This is a statue as tall as Hephaestus and is carved to look lifelike.

The maid, Miss Ocleya, stood by and accompanied her. Although Nuoyan had said that this was not necessary, she was rarely tough on this point.

Ocleya looked at the statue and the young man who suddenly stopped moving, and naturally felt a little confused.

After all, the statue of the goddess, this tribute to Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, has actually reached the final step and can be completed tonight.

In other words, Nuoyan is about to leave here.

When he thought of this, Oklea's eyes couldn't help but dim.

And at this time,

"Eucleya, do you think... Goddess Hephaestus will really like my gift?" Nuoyan suddenly asked softly, staring at the statue in front of him with his emerald eyes.

Okleya was slightly stunned when she heard this. She was silent for a while, then smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, I really want to say that she won't like it, so that you can stay here longer, but... there is no way she won't like it."

Even if it was a wild flower by the roadside, as long as Nuo picked it and presented it to Hephaestus, she would happily accept it, not to mention this carefully crafted gift.

"That's it."

Nuoyan nodded, then stood up with a smile.

Under Ocleya's somewhat puzzled gaze, he came to the nearly finished statue of the goddess, gently placed his hand on it, and then applied a little force.

The heavy statue tilted backwards. Ocleya was shocked to see this and subconsciously tried to save it, but Nuoyan stopped him.

So in the end, only a dull loud noise was heard, echoing in the quiet temple.

The gift that Nuoyan had prepared for more than half a month was broken by his own hands!

"Lord Nuoyan, what are you doing?!" Ocleya looked at Nuoyan with shock and disbelief.

And the promise that was broken, not only did not feel the slightest bit of pain at this moment, but was even smiling.

He didn't explain to Oklea, but turned around and left the room in a cool manner.

Eucleia stood there, looking at the broken statue at a loss, and felt panicked that Hephaestus might tear her down again...

again and again!

Ocleya could hardly remember how many times he had been so worried about his promise that he felt it would be better to just close his eyes!

But now that things have come to this, Ocleya is very clear that his goddess must have heard the voices here, so there is no way to save it.

Because Hephaestus naturally knew that Nuoyan was about to be completed, she had actually been in the room, listening quietly to Nuoyan, swinging the stone hammer and making the sound of collision again and again, and waiting for Nuoyan to present the gift to her.

Ocleya gritted his teeth, but finally turned around and chased after Nuoyan.

Following him, he came directly to the door of Hephaestus' room.

"Goddess teacher, are you asleep?" Nuoyan knocked on the door gently.

There was silence for a while before Hephaestus' voice answered.

So when Nuoyan opened the door, he saw her sitting on the bed.

Her beautiful long golden hair fell on the white bed, and her amber eyes blinked curiously at the person who walked in.

Just as Eucleia had expected, Hephaestus saw everything, but she did not blame Eucleia for not taking good care of her.

After all, no matter how you look at it, promises are intentional.

So just as Hephaestus opened his lips slightly and was about to ask about the promise.

"Teacher, I would like to trouble you to do me a favor."

Nuoyan came up to her with a smile, and said something that instantly made Hephaestus and Eucleia quiet down.

"I wanted to make a statue as a tribute to a goddess, and I tried and worked hard on it, and even came close to completing it tonight.

But for some reason, looking at that statue, I suddenly felt that I couldn’t do it at all.”

"Because the goddess gave me a precious gift, but did not ask for anything from me, I thought that since I was going to offer that tribute, there should be no flaws. Even if it is not perfect, it should be the best I have done.

So...teacher, can you help me?"

Nuoyan looked at Hephaestus in front of him and said seriously: "I hope you can help me complete the tribute, teacher."

When Nuoyan finished speaking, it was Hephaestus who looked at Nuoyan strangely for a long time before answering, "If I heard correctly, you want me to help you carve the gift and then give it to the goddess?"

"Yeah." Nuoyan nodded.

"......Let me ask again, the goddess you mentioned is me, right?"

"Yes." Nuoyan nodded calmly, not feeling ashamed at all.

Because he was not really stupid, he knew that Hephaestus knew what he was doing all along.

At the beginning, Nuoyan actually thought about hiding it from Hephaestus and preparing a surprise for her.

But because of the handcuffs on his left hand, Nuoyan could not leave the temple. It was impossible for him to hide the goddess in the temple.

So from the very beginning, the promise was just a self-deception.

Hephaestus wanted to laugh, and she did.

After all, the meaning of the promise was to let her make gifts and tributes for herself.

Then Hephaestus was ready to agree.

After hearing this, she already understood why Nuoyan did this.

He stopped at the last step because he had already seen the promise of the finished product, and he really didn't think it was worthy of being presented to the goddess who was the god of craftsmen and also his teacher.

"Well then... eh?"

Just as Hephaestus agreed with a smile, he suddenly found that Eucleia was a little strange.

Ocleya looked at her for a while, then looked at Nuoyan, his eyes wandering between the two of them, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

And after meeting Hephaestus's puzzled eyes, he quickly looked up at the sky, then looked away, with an expression that said I knew nothing.

Hephaestus looked at her in confusion.

But soon Hephaestus was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Ocleia again.

Eucleia, she is a doll made by Hephaestus, or more precisely, a carved doll...

And now, she and Nuoyan are going to carve a tribute for themselves.

The point is not the tribute, but the carving together with the promise...

what? !

Hephaestus finally reacted and opened his eyes wide.

"Goddess teacher?" Nuoyan looked at her puzzledly, stepped forward subconsciously, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Looking at Nuoyan approaching him, Hephaestus, who now fully understood what was going on, almost subconsciously hid behind him.

At the same time, because her legs had no feeling, she used both hands to support her body and moved two steps into the bed.

How to describe the scene?

It almost made Ocleya, who was watching, laugh out loud!

After a while, perhaps realizing his own mistake, Hephaestus sat up on the bed, put his hand to his mouth and coughed.

But her face turned slightly red.

Then he glared fiercely at Ocleya who was standing beside him.

Ocleya felt that he couldn't stay here any longer and was about to leave, but he found his goddess giving him a look that said 'if you dare to leave, you'll die', so he lowered his head helplessly and stood aside obediently.

"Actually...actually you don't have to be so anxious to give me tribute."

Hephaestus hesitated for a moment, turned away and replied quietly: "After all, I am not in a hurry. You can come back and give me the tribute anytime, actually."

Nuoyan looked at Hephaestus in confusion as he suddenly changed his mind, and then looked at Eucleia who was standing aside like an ostrich, wishing he could bury his head in the ground and not want to hear anything.

He didn't know what was going on.

Because who would have thought that these dolls were all made of sculptures!

So after thinking for a while, Nuoyan smiled and replied to Hephaestus: “Well, I know that my goddess teacher is a gentle goddess.

Even though I am a follower of the person you hate, Goddess Teacher, you have never done anything excessive to me so far."

It’s not that I don’t plan to do it, but that I don’t have time to do it.

"And as soon as we met, he made that precious artifact for me."

We are all from the art department. In this regard, when inspiration comes, nothing can help you. It's the same for you. At that time, the goddess Hephaestus almost killed you, but when the inspiration came, you ignored everything and just painted that picture.

"And when it comes to tribute, you who always pursue perfection are willing to accept my flaws..."

Not to mention any flaws, even if you picked a flower from the roadside and offered it to the goddess Hephaestus, she would be very happy for a long time and would preserve it carefully.

"So my goddess teacher is really a gentle and beautiful goddess."

Oclea looked up and took a deep breath.

When she looked up, she found that Hephaestus was covering his face with his hands, and his ears were red.

Hephaestus felt that he would not be able to face anyone.

At the same time, Ocleya also felt that he was about to die.

She pressed her hands against the door with trembling hands, her face was completely deformed, and she even pressed too hard, causing cracks to appear on the wall.

Bear it, you must bear it.

You must not laugh. If you laugh, you will be half crippled even if you don’t die!

Oh my god, it’s so painful. If I had known this would happen, I would have rather it had been demolished from the beginning!

"But it is precisely because of this that I want to give you a better gift... Admittedly, if I calm down for a while, I can give you such a gift on my own, but..."

Having said this, Nuoyan hesitated and did not continue.

Hephaestus, who was covering his face, already knew what Nuoyan was thinking.

Because the moment Nuoyan actually left the temple, he immediately had to do something, which was his agreement with the goddess, and the goddess had been waiting until now.

Nuoyan promised Hera that he would use the brush he got to paint Hera. Hera would be the first goddess he painted in the true sense.

"...I am actually a little surprised at this point."

Hephaestus gradually recovered, took his hands away from his face, looked at the black-haired, green-eyed boy in front of him, and said, "Because until now, you have never mentioned to me anything about what happened between Hera and me."

"I won't mention it, although... this should be considered an escape." Nuoyan said to Hephaestus helplessly.

At this moment, Hephaestus also calmed down completely.

Although her face was still a little red, she smiled as she looked at Nuoyan in front of her and said, "It seems that my initial feeling was not wrong. That painting... you actually saw it when you painted me that day."

Nuoyan was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

At first, even Athena, the goddess of wisdom, was completely present in front of the promise.

So that day, while sketching Hephaestus, Nuoyan did see it, saw the deepest part of her memory, how Hera abandoned her, and with what mood she returned to Olympus, and finally the scene of despair.

If it were someone else, he would obviously be dead by now.

But looking at the promise in front of him, Hephaestus, still smiling, finally said: "Thank you... and it's great that it can be you."

So Hephaestus helped Nuoyan to forge the statue.