You Just Spoil Her 3/4

Having figured out some key things about the future, Medusa glanced deeply at Athena beside her and murmured softly.

"You're really smart..."

"It's nothing, just simple observation and summarization, plus some logical reasoning, very common little tricks."

The Goddess of Wisdom, who was unexpectedly praised by her old rival, was slightly taken aback and felt a little uncomfortable, so she casually waved her hand.

"Aren't you going to try to persuade him?"

"How can we persuade him? Is he the kind of person who is easily swayed?"

Medusa looked at Athena, who was shrugping her shoulders and had a "you do it if you can" look on her face, and obediently shut her mouth.

From Mesopotamia to Greece, she had basically only played the role of an executor, and had become accustomed to following orders.

In the silence, the two goddesses met on a busy figure inside the house. Recalling the great crisis that humanity might face, they sat on the roof ridge, chins in hand, one leaning to the left and the other to the right, and sighed in unison.

"Well..."

"Whispering sound..."

Their perfectly synchronized movements made them pause and look back, then they couldn't help but chuckle. The atmosphere between them seemed to be connected in some way, and they inexplicably felt a bit harmonious.

A moment later, Medusa looked at Athena with a hint of confusion and curiosity in her eyes.

Why are you so concerned about him?

This concern seems to have surpassed the care shown towards figures like Themis, the serpent, and Tina, even breaking free from the constraints of reason and rising to the point of being anxious about gains and losses.

She is the Goddess of Wisdom and should not be troubled by such strange emotions.

"Why? Do you want to know?"

Athena tapped her temple with her fingertips, seemingly deep in thought, yet with a half-smile, she asked Medusa a question.

"Say what you want to say."

Medusa responded calmly, her eyes flickering unintentionally, and her body moved a little closer.

Women are born with curiosity, and even gods are not immune to it.

Athena picked up a pebble, swung it through the crack in the window frame, and it landed at Samael's feet.

When the ancient serpent noticed the commotion and looked up, the Goddess of Wisdom immediately cupped her hands in front of her lips and teeth, and hummed softly with a taut face.

"Hey! You're going to abandon me again this time, I'm angry!"

"Tsk, when have you ever had a good temper?"

"I'm really angry!"

"Mingyi, the kind you have to coax, right? So, what are you trying to extort this time?"

Samael noticed the childlike pause and the subtle change in tone, breathed a sigh of relief, and waited patiently for the other party's request.

Having raised many children, someone had long since figured out her little temperament.

This tone of voice proves that Athena's anger is almost gone. As long as there is some compensation, she will probably not raise any objections to the previous arrangements.

"Let's pick a few dishes first. For tomorrow's lunch, I'll choose the meat dish that I liked best at my seventh birthday party..."

"Rare lamb chops, seasoned with sea salt and black pepper?"

Samael responded irritably, while secretly grumbling to himself.

Your favorite food when you were seven? You've been eating it for so long and you're still not tired of it, right?

Ordering food is such a roundabout way of doing things, what kind of bad habit has it learned from the Sphinx, the riddle-maker?

"Dessert number 2, the usual."

"Milk smoothie topped with blueberry sauce and some raisins, right?"

"Where did we get to in our bedtime story tonight?"

"You yourself can recite Saint Seiya Athena by heart on the 122nd time, and you still want me to recite it?"

"Also, if I get tired of this dress, I'll choose the gauze dress that Aunt Themis gave me, the light blue casual clothes that Tina made, and the one that Snakehead altered."

"Wait a minute, can you wear the purple one? Isn't it a bit too big in some places? It seems like you haven't touched it since you put it in the closet after trying it on once."

"Mind your own business! Also, get me a jar of Licorice Olives as a snack!"

"Wait a minute, I remember you hate the taste of licorice, and you only ever eat olives pickled in salt and honey?"

"I've changed my taste, is it not allowed if I want to eat it?"

"Okay, don't blame me if you eat it and then throw it up."

"Tch, I've changed my mind, I want to eat now!"

"What are you eating for? It's so late, aren't you going to sleep or not..."

Looking at the sulking, difficult girl who was making things difficult for him, Samael rolled his eyes and complained, but after a few more complaints, he prepared the medicine and water, took the jar and headed to the dense forest outside the city.

Medusa raised her hand to her forehead, her Serpent Eyes fixed on the indifferent figure. Her cherry lips twitched slightly as she silently grumbled to herself.

Just spoil her!

It would be a miracle if they didn't develop this kind of personality!

On the rooftop, Athena watched Samael walk further and further away. Her tense face relaxed, and she turned to look at Medusa beside her, a hint of mockery appearing in her eyes.

"Got it?"

The purple-haired goddess nodded irritably, a sense of inexplicable frustration rising within her.

I understand. He's so into you, that's why you're into him even more.

The Goddess of Wisdom rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the silhouette of a swaying olive tree outside the city, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with longing.

"You know Tina's condition; because of her mental incompleteness, she needs care."

When I was born, things were even worse. It seemed that I was prematurely conceived and cried all night long.

She's afraid of light, darkness, and noise; she can't stand being too hot or too cold. She's picky about everything, even food, which has to be kept at a specific temperature, or she'll vomit.

Before I was four years old, I could only fall asleep when he was with me.

Perhaps that's why, from childhood to adulthood, he remembers more clearly than I do the things I like to eat and the things I'm used to using.

He even took my dietary restrictions to heart.

No matter how unreasonable the request, as long as it was within his power, he would patiently try his best to fulfill it...

However, being too good to me also has its troubles.

Athena tilted her head and chuckled softly, a mixture of emotion and helplessness in her expression.

"There's no similar one next time."

Medusa rolled her eyes and gave a light, annoyed snort.

"Alright, stop showing off!"

The Goddess of Wisdom raised an eyebrow and glanced at her old rival like a fighting rooster, her face full of displeasure.

"What are you showing off?! I'm the one who's envious of you!"

Medusa pointed to herself, her expression one of astonishment.

"What do I have that you envy? He's never treated me like that!"

"Tch, that's because he always treats me like a child who is inferior and needs to be taken care of, and you like an equal friend!"

"If anything serious happens, believe me, the first person he'll think of to confide in is you, not me!"

Athena glared fiercely at her old rival's well-developed genitals, and through gritted teeth, she uttered the very thoughts that Samael had always harbored.

Hearing her old rival's open envy and jealousy, Medusa felt inexplicably pleased.

At this moment, mentioning her troubles made Athena even more depressed.

Once some ideas are formed and ingrained, they are very difficult to change.

Little kids, little kids, won't little kids grow up?

The Goddess of Wisdom pushed forward with both hands from under her ribs, looking at the still largely flat outline, feeling very discouraged, and complained resentfully.