Metis's Little Cleverness 3/4

Several days later, in front of the Water Marsh Treehouse.

A group of Nymph, heads drooping, gathered in the courtyard, looking rather dejected.

Still haven't found it?

Themis, sitting in the wicker chair, put down her manuscript and spoke calmly.

Daphne, who had suddenly become the leader of the nearby Nymph group, stepped forward, flapped her transparent wings, nodded her little head helplessly, and couldn't help but complain.

"I distinctly remember that Samael was lazy and rarely went out."

"I don't know why, but I haven't seen him and Tina for a long time this time."

"Moreover, I searched not only his home, but also all the places he frequented, and there wasn't a trace of him."

The Goddess of Justice nodded calmly and waved her hand, signaling the gathered Nymph to disperse and return home.

However, before her death, Themis, as usual, distributed the high-purity ether fruits grown on Mount Othrys to these little creatures as payment for their errands.

The Nymph, who had failed to accomplish their task, spread their wings and scattered in shame, holding their small, purplish-red fruits, under the gentle insistence of the goddess.

Feeling guilty, the little girl secretly decided that once she found the target's trail, she would immediately guide him to the Water Marsh Treehouse.

As silence returned to the courtyard, Themis closed her manuscript, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

A few days ago, the prophet, along with the knower, came to the Cilician Marshes to inform her of the changes in Olympus.

Because this Goddess of Justice and Queen of Gods Metis, were on good terms, and because the two brothers had received favors from the Goddess of Wisdom.

Therefore, Prometheus subtly suggested that Themis could make some private arrangements, such as having her attendant who taught the Queen of Gods chess relay the messages.

When did Samael become my servant?

Did you think that by dragging him Lower Waters, I would definitely stand on your side?

Metis, trying to be clever again.

The Goddess of Justice frowned deeply, her expression showing a hint of annoyance and displeasure.

Admittedly, the niece made the necessary sacrifice in response to some potential threat.

But just as Themis kept her distance from the two generations of King of Gods, she couldn't fully fathom Metis's plans.

This can be seen from Metis's actions of unhesitatingly pulling Samael onto his chariot in a moment of crisis after discovering his relationship with Samael.

While Cronus and Zeus were indeed power-hungry beings, that doesn't mean this niece, who was known as the Goddess of Wisdom, was a naive and lustful woman.

To be honest, Themis now feels increasingly unfamiliar with Metis, and the sense of estrangement between the two is becoming more and more severe.

Since Samael can't be found, that's even better. Anyway, I don't intend to let him go on an adventure to Mount Olympus in a muddle.

Being noticed by Metis is definitely not a good thing.

Currently, the power struggle between the New Gods King and Queen of Gods is already showing signs of brewing. Anyone who is unaware of the truth and gets caught up in it may very well become a tool in their power struggle.

For example, the Prometheus brothers are a good example.

With Samael's strength, if he were to get involved in the power struggle between the King of Gods and Queen of Gods, he probably wouldn't even be left with bones.

Now, due to differences in stance and ideology, she remains largely neutral and does not participate in the struggle between Mount Othrys and Mount Olympus, which is already a considerable concession.

The rest, at most Themis would lend a hand to her niece in a crisis, out of consideration for their past relationship, or say a few words of justice for her.

It is utterly impossible to expect this Goddess of Justice to become mired in such an unjust power struggle, even sacrificing her beloved friends.

Moreover, an orderly civilization will surely prosper, while a country that cannot establish Rules will surely descend into chaos.

The value of Samael's wisdom and the significance of perfecting the law far outweigh the conflicts and infighting among the gods; this is the future of Greece.

Themis examined the manuscript repeatedly, her thoughts racing. She secretly resolved that she would never let the treasure she had discovered be involved in it.

But then, the Goddess of Justice recalled the scene of taking the child from her brother Oceanus, holding him in her arms, and making her giggle, and her heart softened.

Someone as proud and arrogant as her actually went to such lengths to ask me for help.

It seems that Metis's situation on Mount Olympus is indeed perilous.

Alright, I'll lend a hand if I can. When Zeus returns from his journey, I'll personally meet your good husband.

But the moment the decision surfaced in Themis's mind, for some reason, a sense of unease arose within her.

Unfortunately, the future became increasingly uncertain, and the Goddess of Justice, who once had a vague sense of destiny, was unable to receive a definite revelation.

At this time, the Oceanus at the boundary of chaos.

Zeus gazed at the majestic phantom formed by the gathering of clouds before him, hesitated for a moment, and then respectfully lowered his head.

"It has been a long time, Sky Father of the Titans, Your Majesty Uranus..."

"I have come here specifically to seek your help."

A cold, gloomy snort came from within the extremely unstable, illusory cloud shadow, where the body sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed.

"Help you? I wish you all, you bastards with treacherous blood flowing through your veins, would all die!"

Zeus, however, was unconvinced. Instead, a hint of certainty appeared in his eyes as he began to speak eloquently.

"The one who hurt you was Cronus, the Tyrant of Mount Othrys, and I have had enough of his abuse."

"Now that you have a common enemy, helping me is tantamount to helping yourself take revenge. Have you even forgotten the humiliation of the past?"

The words of this Olympian King of Gods were like torches igniting an oil field.

The illusory cloud and mist surged violently, filled with a gloomy and oppressive red and black hue, and roared eerily like rolling muffled thunder.

"Cronus! Cronus!"

Suddenly, three tall goddesses with blood-red eyes, bat wings, Serpent Eyes, wielding blazing torches or thorny whips, flew out of the thick fog, their faces ferocious, emitting bursts of shrill screams.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

The Three Goddesses are said to have been formed from the blood of Sky Father Uranus was castrated. Getting entangled with these creations born of supreme resentment is a recipe for disaster.

Zeus frowned slightly, subconsciously distancing Goddess of Vengeance, a hint of gloom creeping into his heart as he considered the trip.

It seems that, due to the deprivation of his reproductive rights, this increasingly frail Sky Father has become somewhat insane and hysterical.

Just as this Olympian King of Gods was having second thoughts, the illusory cloud gradually stabilized, and a few playful sneers appeared in its voice.

"Help me get revenge? Fine! Very well!"

Uranus's phantom slightly raised its hand, causing the sea to churn and white bubbles to rise. A pure white seashell shaped like a lotus leaf slowly rose to the surface, carried by the waves.

Under Zeus's furrowed brow and watchful gaze, the seashell opened with a click.

A blonde, blue-eyed goddess with porcelain-like skin, adorned with a fern-shaped crown, a red dot between her brows, and hair cascading down her shoulders, is curled up naked and fast asleep.

Just one glance was enough to make the Olympian King of Gods's blood boil, his heart pound, and strange emotions stirred within him.

"Zeus, accept my gift, and everything will be as you wish!"