Hera stared at me for a long time without speaking.
She narrowed her eyes, and I had no idea what she was thinking.
As for whether she believed what I had said, that depended on her own judgment.
Helios stood to one side. He had not voiced his opinion before, but Hera looked up at him. "Do you think he's telling the truth? The Lord of the Gods really isn't dead?"
Helios glanced at me before answering, "It's highly likely. Just as he said, even if the Lord of the Gods is still alive, he must have entered the period of the Nine Declines. What he needs most now is a suitable body, and naturally, the most suitable one would be his own."
Hera's expression darkened.
She seemed somewhat agitated as well. "But why did he hide it from me?"
I was about to speak when Helios beat me to it. "The Lord of the Gods kept it from you for your own good, and for the good of Olympus. You were closest to him, and your feelings ran deep. If you had known he was faking his death, could you have looked so genuinely heartbroken? Precisely because he hid it from you, the powers of the various divine realms believed it and thought he was truly dead. Without the Lord of the Gods, Mount Olympus no longer posed much of a threat to them, so they did not seize the opportunity to attack us."
Hera pressed her lips together. "But..."
Before she could finish, Helios continued, "Only this way could the Lord of the Gods successfully carry out this so-called resurrection plan. But while carrying it out, he also wanted to see whether there were traitors on Mount Olympus. After all, the resurrection of the Lord of the Gods