Now Is the Hour of Judgment, Offer Up Your Oath 1/2
In the Cilician Marshes, a misty fog permeated the forest, with faint blue-white lightning flashing, spreading an aura of solemnity and grandeur.
The surroundings were completely silent. Those magical beasts and Nymph with stronger senses instinctively fell silent and prostrated themselves on the ground.
"Guests of Olympus, now that you have arrived, please come in."
Inside the Water Marsh Treehouse, Themis raised her head, her eyes, hidden beneath the Black Veil, gazing wistfully towards the door.
"Haha, it's been a long time, Aunt Themis."
The young King of Gods, with his long silver hair held back by a golden crown and revealing half of his muscular chest, walked in with a smile, holding Thunderbolt Scepter.
"If I remember correctly, this should be our first meeting, Cronus."
The Goddess of Justice carefully put down the manuscript, and with a gentle sip, drew two cups filled with crystal dew to the table.
"Aunt Themis, you invited me here not just to act as an intermediary for that good father of Mount Othrys, were you?"
Zeus picked up the Yuzhan cup, took a sip of the crystal dew, and unconsciously frowned slightly.
"Even though we share the same blood, we treat him as our father, but he has never treated us as his children!"
This king?
Themis frowned slightly upon hearing this deliberately prestigious title.
It seems that this nephew truly benefited greatly from Prometheus's description of the Oceanus Sea.
In the future battle against Mount Othrys, he probably already possesses an overwhelming advantage that boosts his confidence.
Could it be that he really gained the support of the Sky Father Uranus?
That fear, which ran deep in her bones and soul, made even the usually calm and composed Themis slightly, and she felt uneasy about the persuasion that was about to begin.
"King of Gods of the Olympus, we have similar experiences, so I can understand your feelings and resentment."
"Therefore, I can remain uninvolved in your conflict with Cronus."
The Goddess of Justice remained silent for a moment, turned the censer, considered her words carefully, and spoke in a gentle tone.
As the words fell into his ears, Zeus nodded with delight, a more pleased smile spreading across his face.
"Aunt Themis, thank you for your wisdom and understanding."
"In return, I will treat you as family, just like the other elders who have defected, and preserve your divine positions."
Themis nodded slightly, and as the atmosphere between the two became more harmonious, she turned and pushed the compiled legal text in front of her ambitious nephew.
"Look at Zeus, we are gods, not beasts."
"Now that you have inherited the Mandate of Heaven, do not indulge yourself like Cronus did."
"The ability to exercise self-discipline is a divine virtue, which will make your rule more prosperous and lasting."
What is this? Does it require adherence to the laws and Rules under the stars?
Zeus glanced at it casually, somewhat indifferently, but when he saw the first rule written at the top, he couldn't help but frown.
"Sexual reproduction is the foundation of civilization. Under the witness of the goddess Gaia, men and women establish family relationships under the rule of law through marriage."
"Neither party shall harm the other without cause; they shall respect and support one another; glory, property, hardship, and suffering shall be shared by both..."
Aside from these, the remaining requirements are to treat rational spirits kindly, not to kill indiscriminately, and not to plunder each other's spirits.
At this moment, Themis stretched her arm forward, and the light patterns on her hand converged into a longsword with a central Ruby inlaid in it, and its entire body was golden and blue.
At both ends of the sword hilt are small golden scales, representing balance and justice, with star patterns engraved on their surface.
The Libra and the Sword of Judgment, the former responsible for judgment and the latter for ruling, this is the power of the Goddess of Justice. When the two are combined, this is the form.
"Zeus, if you are willing to swear an oath in the name of justice to treat your wife well, I will help you restore order to the stars and the earth, and let the glory of Olympus last forever."
The Goddess of Justice pondered solemnly, her eyes, veiled in Black Veil, gazing straight ahead, though not directly meeting Zeus's eyes.
But in the darkness, it seems as if a pair of indifferent and rational eyes are looking down upon all the fates of the mortal world.
Zeus looked up at the opposite side and felt an invisible force rolling towards him.
White dress: symbolizing impeccable morality and unwavering integrity; blindfold: because the judiciary relies purely on reason, not on misleading sensory impressions.
The scales: a metaphor for impartial judgment, ensuring everyone receives their due in the face of justice, neither too much nor too little; the sword: signifying severe punishment, with no leniency.
The Olympus King of Gods of the gods had a vague feeling that as long as he made a promise and acknowledged that marriage was a legally established relationship, he could succeed.
Therefore, once you commit the act of betrayal, judgment from the stars will surely come.
It was a resolve that even the gods could not shake; to achieve justice, even if the heavens and the earth collapsed!
These ten Titan Gods, governed by the Rules destiny, when they get serious, even if they are King of Gods, once they are trapped in the opponent's domain, they will find it difficult to escape unscathed.
Sensing danger, Zeus's expression changed, and he threw the legal documents that Themis had handed him onto the table as if he had touched a red-hot iron.
Seemingly realizing that his actions had gone too far, the King of Gods's facial muscles twitched slightly, revealing a stiff smile, his eyes flickering.
"Themis, you're putting me in a difficult position. The war between Mount Olympus and Mount Othrys is not over yet. How can the gods tie their own hands?"
The Goddess of Justice remained silent, her hands still holding the sword forward, simply waiting for Zeus's response.
"If your laws are truly effective, let's wait until I become the King of Gods and then consider adopting them."
Zeus's fake, stiff smile gradually faded, and he reluctantly gave a definite answer.
It is futile to try to restrain a power-hungry beast with law and reason.
Themis sighed inwardly, slowly lowering her arm, where the Judgment Sword of the Scales of the Stars hung, tied to her slender waist that seemed too delicate to grasp.
Zeus's gaze fell upon that skin as white as cream, and the forbidden feeling that had just been hanging over his head stirred a burning desire within him.
"Themis, the spread and enforcement of the law must be approved by the king."
"Your foresight and your beauty have deeply captivated me. Come with me to Olympus and become my wife."
"In the future, the Golden Age of Gods will be glorious forever, and order will be revered by heaven and earth!"
Under that tender gaze, the solemn promise seemed utterly sincere.
The King of Gods was indeed not lying, but who knows when the future will arrive?
Without a trace, a strange rhythm spread from Zeus, like a spark igniting dry wood.
The King of Gods slightly raised his hand, curled the corners of his lips in an invitation, and looked confidently into his eyes. His aggressive gaze was as if he were appraising his personal possession.