I looked at Hera, but I was wondering whether asking me to kill Poseidon had been a casual remark or something she had thought through carefully.
Anyone who gave it even a little thought would never say something like that.
Yet she had said it anyway. Was she deliberately setting a trap for me?
She definitely wanted Poseidon dead, but she was unwilling to do it herself. If she did, she would provoke the displeasure of some of the other main gods. At the very least, Diana and the others who had been having an affair with Poseidon would certainly have their doubts.
So she wanted to kill with a borrowed knife. If I was the one who killed him, that would be a different matter altogether.
It could be said that it would have no effect on her whatsoever, and when necessary, she could even make a big issue out of it.
I had nearly fallen for her scheme without realizing it.
It seemed dealing with this woman was genuinely dangerous.
She had managed Mount Olympus alone for so many years. I would never believe she had no real ability.
"Fine, then don't send him back for now. Once Zeus is revived, hand him over to Zeus for judgment." I nodded and said nothing more. As long as she was not asking me to kill that guy, it was fine.
I took out the Golden Scepter I had found on Poseidon. "Returning this to its rightful owner."
She accepted it, then narrowed her eyes and asked, "Did that man say what he intended to do with this scepter?"
He really had not. And while we had been together, he had never even mentioned this golden scepter.
Hera was somewhat puzzled.
"All right, I've already done what I promised. As