What to Do When Your Daughter Is Too Rebellious? Waiting for Answers, Urgent! 2/4
Meanwhile, in Mycenae, as the food was served, Athena, under the lamplight, toyed with a red berry in her hand, her eyes sparkling.
"So, you, Professor Chiron, and the US were all prepared to die all along?"
"Chiron and I did communicate, but that dead bird did indeed run away on its own. I just had it help out and take the opportunity to look after Prometheus."
Upon hearing a particularly comical nickname, Samael took a bite of his coarse wheat bread, a pleased smile curving his lips.
Who else but a certain snake could come up with such a morbidly humorous name for the Caucasus Eagle?
Of course, what the ancient serpent didn't say was that the Caucasus Eagle's willingness to help Prometheus was actually also helping itself.
If it makes the right choice, it proves that the feelings haven't faded, its stance is on this side, and it can save its own life in the future.
Athena twirled a special medicinal berry between her fingers, and after listening to Samael's detailed explanation, she frowned and asked a question.
"Speaking of which, isn't it a bit too cumbersome to eat the whole berry each time to use it for anesthesia, and it's also easy to be exposed?"
Why not consider having the eagle soak its claws and beak in a sap to give them paralyzing properties? That way, cutting open the skin and pecking at the liver would have the same analgesic effect.
Exactly! General anesthesia is not only prone to errors, but it also wastes time and materials, while local anesthesia is much simpler and more discreet!
Samael was startled awake and clapped his hands in a daze, looking at the clever Goddess of Wisdom with approval.
"You didn't just not think of that, did you?"
"Uh, this..."
"By the way, how long has he been tied up in the Caucasus Mountains?"
"Probably two or three months..."
Thinking of that thing's nauseating taste and the various physiological discomforts and side effects it would cause, the ancient serpent, under Athena's scrutiny, awkwardly turned its head away, its eyes darting around.
All those days of eating fruit, it's like I've wasted my time.
The Goddess of Wisdom twitched her lips, gazing out the window at the Caucasus Mountains, and couldn't help but silently mourn for a certain prophet who had been tricked.
"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."
Samael, his mind still troubled, coughed and changed the subject, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.
"As long as Prometheus holds onto that secret and refuses to let go, and with that silly bird taking care of him, there shouldn't be any problems for now."
Wisdom and rationality can sometimes become a form of self-restraint.
Athena Medusa, one intelligent and wise, the other possessing memories of the future, both understood that the prophet, though seemingly dangerous, was actually the safest.
The ancient snake gazed out the window at the streets and city, its eyes gleaming and its pupils slightly narrowed.
"But that's not necessarily true for us..."
That king of the gods won't give in so easily. I think the Olympian 'gift' will arrive soon.
Athena nodded thoughtfully.
Zeus is a proud man; he will not so easily bow down to creatures weaker than himself.
Prometheus held Zeus by the handle, which indeed allowed him to restrain the king of the gods for a time.
But if it exceeds his patience, this guy on Mount Olympus will also have ways to retaliate.
And humanity is the prophet's Achilles' heel.
Using them to threaten Prometheus might just pry him open his mouth.
This is something that not only our side knows, but the other side can also guess.
"So, Prometheus's last request before leaving was for this very moment?"
Athena watched Samael peeling eggs for Tina with a hint of amazement in her eyes.
This guy is terrible at chess. I never realized he had such foresight and strategic vision, with such meticulous and far-sighted thinking.
The ancient snake tossed the egg into the air like it was feeding a puppy. Tina opened her mouth, poked her head out, and caught it steadily. Then she looked smug, as if to say, "Praise me!"
When a hand landed on its head and gently stroked it, the Young Goddess Form swallowed the food whole with satisfaction.
Samael continued peeling the eggs while responding casually.
"Zeus's attempt to use humankind to force Prometheus to submit was also wishful thinking."
If he were to reveal the secret, that Wise King of Gods would surely seize any opportunity to wipe out both sides.
Nobody's stupid; whoever backs down first will face utter ruin.
After briefly explaining Prometheus's decision, the ancient serpent looked up at the window and shrugged indifferently.
"But some things can't always be borne by one person, right?"
Prometheus only went first; the rest—man, his son, his brother—and then it was my turn.
Noticing four pairs of gazes, some resentful and some worried, falling on him, Samael quickly waved his hand.
"What's the rush? Take your turn to step forward one by one! Once I'm done with my work, it'll be your turn."
So, is it really necessary to bother stopping Prometheus? He's living a pretty comfortable life in the Caucasus Mountains.
Next time, whether it's Pandora's Box or Great Flood that destroys the world, it'll be a deadly mess, right? And I haven't seen any of you come to comfort my wounded heart.
The ancient snake hummed softly, revealing the arrangement while secretly complaining.
"Bang!"
Just as Samael was inwardly grumbling, a figure in the corner slammed his fist on the table, making the plates and cutlery clang loudly.
"I'm stuffed!"
With a face full of icy coldness and gloom, Athena pulled out a chair, turned around, and walked out the door.
Tsk, how could they be so rebellious?
What about the Goddess of Wisdom? What about elegance and intellect? Is there something wrong with my teaching methods?
Samael twitched his lips and sighed helplessly.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you."
Medusa glanced at the somewhat dejected Samael and the bewildered Tina in the corner, then considerately got up and chased after them.
However, after circling around Mycenae a few times, she turned around and saw Athena sitting on the roof of her attic, resting her chin on her hand and looking down at the world.
Medusa jumped to the top and followed the gaze of the Goddess of Wisdom, and saw a guy cleaning up the dishes.
"You're not angry with him anymore?"
"Angry? We caused a lot of trouble, and he took full responsibility for it all. What right do I have to be angry?"
Athena turned her head and sneered, her tone full of resentment.
"It's just a matter of order; I believe Samael has his own plans."
Medusa bent down and sat down, patiently persuading him. Her experiences in Mesopotamia had instilled in her an unconditional trust in Samael.
The Goddess of Wisdom turned around and looked Medusa up and down with a strange gaze.
It wasn't until Athena's gaze sent shivers down the spine of the purple-haired goddess that she finally restrained herself slightly, letting out a cold sneer.
Is it just a matter of order?
He didn't just relegate us to the back; he never intended for us to get involved in the first place!
Medusa looked bewildered upon hearing this, not understanding what he meant.
The Goddess of Wisdom glanced at Medusa's bewildered face, sighed, and patiently explained.
"Zeus wanted to use humans to force Prometheus to submit, and his reasoning was justified. If it happened once or twice, the gods would benefit and turn a blind eye."
But some things can be done once or twice, but not a third time...
The gods, having tasted the bitter fruit of humankind, have had their cake and eaten it too; there will always be a time when they bounce back.
Besides, our goddess Gaia isn't dead yet..."
It was as if a thunderclap had struck Medusa's mind, dispelling the accumulated fog.
No wonder that when Pandora's Box was opened, even though the gods judged that humanity was corrupted beyond redemption, it was Poseidon, God of the Sea, who took the initiative to cleanse the earth.
Afterwards, the angry goddess Gaia came to question him, and the cauldron king was later stripped of his divine power by Zeus. He, along with Deucalion and Apollo, God of Light who had protected them, were banished to the earth to serve as laborers for mankind and to build the famous City of Troy.
From then on, humanity entered a period of stable development, and Zeus had no choice but to accept it, changing his policy from extermination to control, and never taking any further drastic actions.
Therefore, the second battle was the final battle in the protracted war between the two sides!
Samael's words were misleading; he had no intention of letting the two "culprits" take any risks!