The Big Ones Are All Guilty! 4/4

Oh well, growing up isn't all that bad.

After he turned five, he refused to sleep with me anymore, preferring to share a bed with Tina.

Every time I want to find Samael, I have to use my brain to figure out how to get him to lie down obediently and hold me like before.

In short, it's very annoying!

Athena wanted to comfort herself with a few words to ease her depression.

Unexpectedly, as she recalled how she had tried to sneak up to him under the cover of darkness to ask for a hug, only to be grabbed by the scruff of her neck and dragged back to her bed time and time again, the goddess became even more indignant.

Suddenly, the Goddess of Wisdom thought of the women who easily attracted Samael to her bed, and they all seemed to have a certain similar characteristic, which made her increasingly displeased.

Pshaw, having big breasts is a crime!

"Wait, how did you guess that Samael considered me a friend?"

At this moment, Medusa, whose reaction time was slightly slow, realized that Athena's previous words seemed to reveal some veiled information.

"You guys practically have it written all over your faces, do you even need to guess?"

The Goddess of Wisdom pursed her lips and answered casually.

"At first, I thought that he was giving you special treatment because you had drunk the Serpent Mother's milk, as a form of compensation."

Soon, I noticed that your flirting was a bit off, and your interactions were becoming too intimate and tacit.

That sense of familiarity, as if you've known each other for a long time, and your relationship is definitely more than just ordinary!

Hearing Athena's few words reveal the truth about her hidden relationship with Samael, Medusa felt guilty and overwhelmed with a strong sense of defeat.

"Now, I have one more thing to envy about you."

"What?"

"Wisdom..."

Medusa tapped her temples, shook her head, smiled bitterly, and felt inexplicably melancholy.

"I feel that I am gradually falling behind Samael's way of thinking. In many situations, you are much more useful to him than I am to him."

For example, this time, if you hadn't guessed his intentions, I still wouldn't have known that he planned to weather this most dangerous shock alone.

Athena rolled her eyes without flinching and let out a soft hum.

"Gang Yi, you admire wisdom, and I want trust. If you don't mind, how about we switch places?"

"Never mind."

"I knew it all along; you were just saying one thing and meaning another."

In verbal sparring, she always wins more often than she loses; the Goddess of Wisdom responds with a knowing sneer.

"Licorice Olives, you're here, catch!"

Just as the atmosphere between the two enemies was tense, Samael, who had returned with a full load, tossed Athena, who was clamoring for some snacks, into her arms.

The Goddess of Wisdom deliberately carried the bottle and twirled it in front of Medusa, clearly showing off.

However, the ancient serpent looked at Medusa and took out another bottle from its bag.

"Oh, by the way, we picked a lot of olives today, so I made some Honey Olives for you and Tina. You should try some too."

Athena's lips twitched, her face darkened, and she suddenly felt that the Licorice Olives she had opened no longer smelled good.

Damn it, Licorice Olives oil are just evil!

"I have no appetite! I'm not eating!"

The Goddess of Wisdom snorted and slammed the cap back on the bottle, then made a vicious swinging motion.

But as her arm rose halfway up, she raised it high again and gently lowered it. Athena, against her will, stuffed the jar of Licorice Olives, which she so deeply loathed, behind her back.

Just then, an identical bottle was tossed from Samael's hand into Athena's arms.

"Alright, Zhiyu, if you don't like it, I left an extra bottle of Honey Olives. Remember not to eat too much, and don't forget to brush your teeth before bed!"

"I know, I know, you're so long-winded!"

"So, is tonight's love affair over?"

"Tch, I'll barely forgive you. Hey, stop loitering around here and go find Tina. She's been circling the door for ages."

Samael nodded and went inside to comfort another goddess who needed care.

Athena could no longer contain herself. Holding the jar of Honey Olives with obvious affection, her usually stern face broke into a wide smile.

And you still say you're not a child...

Medusa, who saw everything, couldn't help but secretly grumble to herself.

"What are you going to do next?"

After tossing a Honey Olives into her mouth, Athena chewed it briefly to regain her composure, glanced at the busy figures in the house, and asked softly.

"I'm not as smart as you. I do whatever he chooses."

This time, I still believe in his decision, as always...

Medusa answered without hesitation, and after she finished speaking, Athena beside her fell silent.

After a long while, the Goddess of Wisdom slowly raised her head, looking both depressed and somewhat relieved.

"Perhaps, this is where I fall short of you."

As she pondered, Athena sighed softly. She always thought she was the wisest one, and that only she could make the perfect choice.

But in the end, she wanted Samael to trust her without question, but now he wouldn't even give her a little bit of trust, not even that of her teacher, her own mentor, or the hero she once admired.

So, what's so special about being smart?

The Goddess of Wisdom tapped her head, her inner turmoil gradually dissipating. She looked at the figure inside the house, comforting Tina as she lay down to sleep, and murmured with a smile.

"What's there to worry about? You take the first step, and I'll take care of the rest!"

"Count me in, okay?"

"Then you need to catch up in your thinking."

Athena Medusa exchanged a knowing smile, a sense of wit and understanding blossoming between them.

"What are you saying? Why are you so happy?"

Hearing a faint noise, Samael poked his head out and asked in confusion.

"Nothing!"

The two goddesses looked at each other, their eyes brimming with smiles, and as they turned their heads, they answered in unison.

"Uh, what's wrong with you two today? You seem a bit strange."

"None of your business!"

Another unanimous response followed, and then another burst of soft giggles.

Completely baffled, the ancient snake looked at the two girls huddled together like sisters, shivered, and shrank back.

So, after raising it for a while, without doing anything special, how did it suddenly go bad?

Samael leaned against the windowsill, propped his chin up, and looked at the hairy Goddess of Wisdom. Recalling her recent excessive desire for gain and loss, and her sudden outburst of madness tonight, he couldn't help but feel confused and melancholy.

However, someone forgot that this was the Age of Gods and demons, a time of fratricide, betrayal, and estrangement, where selfishness was the law of the jungle.

According to 21st-century standards, those who retain some moral bottom lines are already considered moral exemplars in this era.

In his own view, the so-called normal pampering, the so-called reasonable care, the so-called slight indulgence, and the so-called selfless standing up are all far above the average level of the 21st century, and far beyond the standards of the Age of Gods.

Putting someone to sleep, telling stories, making snacks, remembering their taste preferences, and other seemingly insignificant details, when piled up, actually lead emotions to another unknown path.

Furthermore, Athena was precocious; when she was five years old and sleeping in bed, the Goddess of Wisdom already had the wicked idea of taking over her mother's bed.

Women, I just don't understand them.

Completely unaware of his mistake, Samael shook his head and complained, then calmed down and looked intently at the beautiful figure Touch of the Earth above him, giving her a heartfelt warning.

"Tiamat, you can't be as crazy as them."

"Aa?"

Tina tilted her head, her large, watery, Cross Star Pupils blinking blankly.

"You want to sleep, right? Come here, let me warm the bed for you."

The ancient serpent, with a solemn expression and a look of heroic sacrifice, led the Origin Goddess into the bedroom.

"Aaaa..."

Tina wailed pitifully, her innocent eyes brimming with sorrow. She stared intently at the jar of unfinished olives on the table, feeling an inexplicable urge to ram her into someone and send them flying.