Outside the bedchamber.
Samael looked at the sealed door and tightly shut barrier, then nodded in satisfaction.
The grave disrespect of poisoning a god naturally required a little punishment to teach the other side a lasting lesson.
With this double insurance, Semiramis should be able to enjoy herself for quite a while.
After simply dealing with the rather restless Assyrian Empress, the ancient serpent strode away lightly, leisurely making her way to the main hall to meet the several Servants who had arrived and discuss their next move.
"Bang!"
However, just as Samael elegantly took her seat, the tightly closed hall doors were violently shoved open. Before anyone appeared, their voice arrived first.
"A horse! Give me a horse! Give me a horse, and I would trade my entire kingdom for it!"
The impassioned voice rang through the hall.
A middle-aged man in a green stand-collar shirt and red neckerchief, with brown hair and hazel eyes, passionately waved his right hand as he strode into the hall, reciting timeless prose.
"Caster, what nonsense are you spouting now?"
Achilles, in the corner, could not help but mock him upon hearing that dramatic cadence, though his head immediately began to ache.
After all, he had never passed Athens Academy's grammar or rhetoric classes.
Those were notoriously awful subjects, tormenting countless gods, monsters, and heroes who had come to study there.
Especially in its later years, Athens Academy's literary courses had become increasingly comprehensive. Orpheus, Socrates, Aristotle, and other academic luminaries had all served as instructors or department heads, while the heads of the faculty were the stern and noble Goddess of Wisdom Athena and Themis, Goddess of Justice.
Making a bunch of gods, monsters, and heroes who could barely hold a pen honestly study rhetoric and grammar was probably the most painful