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

At this moment, Hecate was naturally tactful enough to give way to the gods. As for Medea, the only human here, she was completely frightened.

Under Hecate's amused gaze, Medea, who felt dizzy watching the gods appear one after another, hugged her goddess teacher tightly.

He pressed his body completely against Hecate's.

In this regard, Atalanta was better.

Because she was just standing with Artemis and Apollo.

In the distance, I saw Hera coming to Nuoyan.

Hera, dressed in noble divine clothes and with beautiful curly hair flowing from under the crown, looked at the young man in front of her with tenderness.

At this moment, Tianma was also tactful enough to go and eat grass nearby.

In just one or two minutes, this place, which was originally deserted because of the Chimera, has become a holy garden.

Nuoyan naturally discovered it and guessed that it was the goddess's work.

Although he was a little confused about this, Nuoyan naturally put aside his doubts when he saw Hera coming to him. He smiled and said to Hera with some trepidation: "Honorable goddess, can you witness the glory I have brought you?"

"Ah."

Hera was smiling at this moment, shedding the pressure of being the queen of heaven and showing her gentlest side in front of Nuoyan.

"Of course, my child... not just today, but everything you have done so far, I have been watching and witnessing."

"You are my pride, always have been."

"Is that so?" Nuoyan heard this, the uneasiness on his face disappeared, his expression relaxed, and he said, "That's great."

As he spoke, Nuoyan finally took out the pure white feather paintbrush.

He bit off a golden apple,

Hera, who knew what he was going to do next, fixed her hair and stood there quietly.

The night breeze gently blew the newly grown trees and flowers, and the moonlight of the full moon fell on this holy garden.

Nuoyan lightly touched Hera with the pure white paintbrush in his hand.

Taking tonight's night sky as the canvas, from the time when the Centaur sage Chiron descended the mountain until this moment, it has taken about a year.

He finally drew the god!

This pure white feather pen is a divine artifact, and it was forged by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, specifically for the promise. Its preciousness is no less than the thunder of Zeus, the king of gods, and the trident of Poseidon, the god of the sea!

So Hera didn't have to wait too long for this painting.

And when the finished product appeared and presented in Hera's amber eyes, Hera couldn't help but be stunned.

Because the scene in the painting was completely beyond Hera's expectations.

It was the only cabin with candlelight on on a hill in the dark night.

In the cabin there was a silver-haired old lady, she was sitting at the table, and opposite her was the young boy who had just come down the mountain, still looking clear-headed and naive.

Next to the old woman was a goddess with a gentle smile.

That was naturally the elegant and graceful Queen Hera without her disguise...

It turned out that he had never forgotten.

At this moment, the worry that had been accumulating in Hera's heart suddenly disappeared.

She no longer worried that Nuoyan would suddenly leave her one day and choose to believe in another goddess, because Hera already understood completely that Nuoyan would never do that.

Tears welled up in Hera's eyes, but she didn't let them flow because she felt that she should laugh instead of crying.

So Hera kept her promise and smiled her most beautiful smile so far.

But this painting is just the beginning of tonight.

Because of the promise's agreement with Hera, this must be the first painting of Promise.

But at the same time, it has also become a constraint on the promise so far.

But now that the agreement has finally been reached and there are no more constraints, I feel a sudden tremor in my body, as if I have sensed something, and I waved the paintbrush again.

But this time, he didn't paint again.

He just took out the painting that had already been drawn.

And this is also the reason why all the gods who have had interactions with the promise so far have come here one by one.

This is also the real reason why Hecate brought Medea with her.

Because just by looking at them, you will undoubtedly understand everything about the promise at the fastest speed.

Nuoyan waved the paintbrush and took out the paintings that had already been painted from the night sky.

It was a painting in which sky lanterns lit up the night sky and the stars gave way to it. It was a painting that Promise had once painted but had not yet completed, and now was finally completed.

In the painting, the sky lantern outlines the night sky into the shape of the moon goddess Artemis drawing a bow. And under that moonlight, in the forest where pure white lilies bloom, Promise handed the painting in his hand to the beautiful moon goddess Artemis.

This is the second painting tonight.

Then Nuoyan waved the paintbrush again and took out the third one.

That was the sacred forest of Apollo, the god of light. The goddess transformed into a silver-white laurel tree was blooming beside the clear little pond.

In the painting, Nuoyan is holding a golden lyre and competing with his friend Orpheus.

But it was not a competition, but a banquet.

Apollo, the god of light, participated in it. Many creatures, including birds, rabbits, foxes and other animals, as well as nymphs in the forest, gathered together after hearing the beautiful piano sounds of the three people and played accompanying them.

The sun shone on them, and the pool water beside them reflected this beautiful scenery.

This is the third one.

Then the fourth one.

That was the underworld road of no return. Nuoyan played the lyre in his hand to light up the underworld. The holy Pegasus carried Persephone to the underworld, while Hades, who was far away in the temple, looked at them from afar, waiting for their arrival.

And finally, Persephone came to him and the two of them embraced.

Next, the fifth one.

The painting is divided into two halves. One side shows the fate that Clotho, the goddess of fate, lets him peek into. Because of Persephone's departure, Demeter vents her anger on the earth, and at the same time, she cries because of humiliation for some reason.

On the other side, the goddess Persephone is holding Demeter's arm, and the two of them are smiling and walking in the sunny garden together.

Facing this painting, Nuoyan was silent for a while, then smiled slightly.

With a wave of the hand, the other half of the painting disappeared, leaving only this beautiful scene.

Ultimately, that was the sixth one.

In the temple of Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, her maid, dressed in a maid outfit, pushed Hephaestus, who was sitting in a wheelchair, in the corridor of the temple.

The quiet and dull atmosphere in the temple had long since disappeared, and the puppet lady was busy with her work while flashing her a bright smile.

Finally, Hephaestus came into a room.

She raised the carving tools and took off the mask on her face. Her long golden hair, which was about to fall to the ground, shone with a moist glow under the sunlight.

And she showed a gentle smile that Hera had never seen before to the back of a young man in the room...

At this point, six paintings have been completed.

In fact, there are still two missing in the middle, one is from the goddess of wisdom Athena, and the other is from the goddess of justice Themis.

The agreement with Themis was that he promised to return the Sword of Judgment in his hand, and then he would be a true hero.

The promise with Athena is the end of all journeys.

As for Clotho, the goddess of fate, the fate he broke along the way, and the different future and beautiful future presented to Clotho, is it not also a painting?

And now, Nuoyan finally put down the pen in his hand, and the paintings hanging in the air around Nuoyan fell down and landed in his hands.

At this moment, half of the twelve gods of Olympus have been drawn!

Chapter 3.5: Hera's Vow, a grand wedding witnessed by the gods! (k)

The first painting of a deity is of Hera, the Queen of Heaven.

Because this most noble goddess in ancient Greece is the goddess chosen by promise and faith.

This was something that Nuoyan had promised Hera a long time ago.

At the same time, because of this, this matter has become an invisible constraint on the promise.

He had actually already finished drawing it.

Paintings of the twelve main gods of Olympus, such as Artemis, the goddess of the moon, Apollo, the god of light, Hades, the god of the underworld, and Demeter, the goddess of agriculture.

The drawing was completed even before Nuoyan himself realized it.

The content of the painting is everything that Nuoyan has done so far.

What he did, or rewrote.

However, although Nuoyan did not notice it, the gods knew it very well, because it was a painting of the gods and they could not be unaware of it.

And if they don't approve, how could they appear?

Therefore, when the gods learned of the promise to paint Hera, they gathered here on their own initiative, knowing what it represented.

Under the light of the full moon tonight, in the sacred garden created by the goddesses Persephone and Demeter, they witnessed the birth of six paintings.

Hephaestus, the only one who did not come here, had already asked his maid, the puppet lady, to push a wooden wheelchair and take him to the outside of the temple.

From a distance, I look at the promise at this moment and smile gently.

The six paintings fell into Nuoyan's hands and then disappeared in front of Nuoyan.

But Nuoyan had a feeling that as long as he needed it, he could reach out and take out the painting he wanted from the sky.

Because the brush was built by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, using the remnants of Uranus, who was the first god king and king of gods in ancient Greek mythology, and the deification of the sky.

That is why Hephaestus only made a brush for his promise, but did not make a canvas or a book to preserve it.

The sky is the canvas of promise and also the album of promise.

"Congratulations, kid." Hera smiled and looked at the scene in front of her tenderly. The light of the full moon doted on the boy.

And when he painted the gods and saw the promise of all this, his emerald eyes became as bright and dazzling as stars.

"Thank you." After coming back to his senses, Nuoyan looked at the goddess in front of him and smiled, saying, "Thank you, noble goddess. I am sincerely grateful to be your believer. This is my luck."

Look at the scenery before you and listen to the promise.

The gods all had different expressions.

Gods like Hades and Hermes didn't feel much, they just thought the scenery was nice and smiled knowingly.

But what about the goddess of wisdom and agriculture, Demeter...

"Little Athena, you still look so unhappy at this time. Isn't it a bit bad?" The eldest sister of the gods, Hestia with pink hair and purple eyes, looked at Athena with amusement. She was pouting and her face was full of unhappiness.

"Humph, Hera is clearly just taking advantage of the situation. I have done much more than she has... Damn it! If I had known from Clotho that the promise could also bring me glory, I should have taken action to rob it!"

Athena did not hide her dissatisfaction at all tonight, as if she had thrown away all the wisdom in her head. She gritted her teeth and spoke sourly in front of the gods.

Because even Hera understood through the painting just now that Nuoyan would never change his beliefs at will, so how could Athena not know that?

Hestia and other gods naturally found Athena's words funny.

But what about Clotho, Demeter, and even the quiet goddess of justice Themis...

The second sister Lachesis, who was holding Clotho's hand, squatted down and pinched Clotho's equally bulging cheeks in a funny way.

In order to witness this moment, the goddess of justice Themis once again took off the white cloth from her face, revealing her sky blue eyes, and silently covered her eyes with the white cloth.

Demeter grabbed Persephone's hand and said to her seriously, "My daughter, I see that you have a good relationship with the child of Promise. How about this, you go and discuss with Hades, as long as you can help me snatch Promise from Hera.

No matter where you go or how long you stay in the future, I will no longer care about you!"

"......Mother Goddess, you are really my good mother goddess!" Persephone heard this and rolled her eyes at Demeter madly.

"Apollo, I want him!" Artemis no longer cared about Atalanta. Her most devoted believer was right beside her. She grabbed Apollo's arm, shook it wildly, and said, "I want him, I want a promise, I want a promise!"

"Artemis, calm down, and... I want it too." Apollo said helplessly.

At this time, Atalanta unexpectedly did not react to their words, because she was just a human, and now she had completely entered into Nuoyan's painting, just like when she was watching Nuoyan paint the Pegasus.