As Long as I Don't Admit It, It Isn't Real! 3/3

On the outskirts of Mycenae, a bulky figure walked by under the moonlight.

Once you cross the shadows of the trees and are fully bathed in the cool, silvery light, you will clearly see that this is not a single individual, but rather four overlapping figures.

He grabbed the arm of someone, the Goddess of Wisdom, and saw Samael holding Medusa by the hand on his left, and Tina wrapped around his back, feeling extremely depressed.

I clearly got the first one, so why are you all coming to join in the fun?

"Rocking and rocking, rocking all the way to the doorstep."

"Aa!"

Samael smiled slightly, and Tina on his back cheered with delight. He excitedly kissed the back of the ancient serpent's neck, showing his appreciation and encouragement to his mount.

The outline of the city came into view in the distance, and the ancient snake put Tina down.

The Young Goddess Form, who was bursting with desire, jogged around for a bit, while Medusa quickly followed to accompany Tina.

At this moment, Athena, who remained in place, frowned as she looked at Samael, who was slightly bowing and reaching his hands behind his back.

"What?"

"On the way, I noticed you seemed quite envious of Tina's position. Should I carry you for the last leg of the journey?"

"Why should I carry it? I'm not a child!"

"You don't want to? Then forget it..."

"Bang!"

Just as the ancient snake was about to get up, a heavy weight pressed down on its back.

Are you coming or not?

Athena gave a soft, nasal hum, making no mention of her earlier refusal.

Tsk, so arrogant.

The ancient serpent chuckled and shook its head, then carried the growing Goddess of Wisdom on its back, walking along the moonlit path.

Behind her, Athena, who was holding Samael's neck, looked at the shadow burying its head in front of her, and a pleased smile curved her lips in the darkness.

Fine, I'll forgive you for now.

"By the way, I have a question for you."

On the way, Samael tilted his head slightly and opened his lips in contemplation.

"What?"

"Why do you never call Themis your mother, only your aunt? Logically speaking, she should also be considered one of your foster mothers."

"Logically speaking, I should call her great-aunt! My mother calls her aunt, can't I just follow the old custom?"

"Truth..."

"Honey, you don't look old at all!"

"Nobody would believe you, it's the truth."

"The way you address them is misleading; they'll never guess I'm Metis's daughter!"

"You're itching for a beating again, aren't you? Tell me the truth!"

Samael, his face dark, pinched Athena's round, firm thigh, his tone becoming more forceful.

"Themis treats both Metis and you as her daughters, and she has given you no less than I have. In your eyes, doesn't she deserve to be called a mother?"

"So what if it is..."

Athena hissed, turned her head away, muttered to herself, and then secretly glanced at the figure in front of her.

"If I don't agree, then it doesn't count..."

Upon hearing the rebellious murmur, the ancient serpent immediately released its grip, throwing Athena down.

"We're almost there, walk by yourself..."

"Didn't you promise to carry it?"

"I don't accept it, it doesn't count!"

Tsk, who's the kid here?

The Goddess of Wisdom watched the figure recede into the distance, rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, but there was a hint of smug satisfaction in her eyes as she defended her position.

Meanwhile, the Olympus theocracy once again came to a close as usual.

In the darkness, a figure as swift as a shooting star landed outside Mycenae. After repeatedly checking the surrounding environment, it cast a ball of ever-changing light and shadow from its hand.

When that thing between reality and illusion dispersed into wisps like mist and seeped into the earth, Lai Zi finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away his cold sweat, and leaped away, not wanting to stay nearby for even a moment longer.

When he realized he was running non-stop on Olympus, he felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation, which slightly lessened his anxiety.

"Smack!"

A sudden, heavy slap from behind caused the handsome man wearing a winged hat, standing beneath the Sacred Flame, to jump up in a panic, his face filled with horror.

"Hermes, have you delivered the goods?"

A rough, gruff voice came from above, and a head with messy, lion-mane-like fur, an ugly-looking mane, approached, its face serious.

"It's been delivered, it's been delivered. His Majesty personally issued the order, how could I dare to delay?"

Hermes, having confirmed the visitor's identity, calmed down and responded without flinching.

"Then let it be, then let it be. Humanity will have too many days of suffering from now on..."

The ugly face behind him immediately relaxed with satisfaction, revealing an indescribable gentleness in his murmur.

"By the way, Hephaestus, the meeting ended a long time ago, why haven't you left yet?"

Hermes glanced at the brother he had once invited up the mountain and asked him seemingly casually.

"I won't feel at ease about that matter until you come."

Hephaestus scratched his head, his smile both hearty and somewhat naive.

"Alright, alright, I've finished this matter. You don't need to worry about it anymore. You should use this time to go to sleep early."

Hermes patted Hephaestus on the shoulder and chuckled in response.

"Haha, that's true. With everyone's help and Father God overseeing things, there's definitely no problem."

There's a big problem with our Father God being the gatekeeper!

He remained outwardly calm and collected, Divine Envoy, but inwardly he was secretly cursing.

He had come into contact with many of Zeus's secrets, and understood to some extent the personality of this Wise King of Gods. He was deeply afraid of Zeus's cunning and shrewdness.

He knew Zeus's past attitude towards humanity.

Is it normal for it to suddenly change its nature and want to bless humanity?

As Hermes pondered the matter more deeply, he felt a chill run down his spine. Touching the thing with his hand, he felt a constant itch.

Unaware of what was happening, Hephaestus gently put his arm around the Divine Envoy's shoulder and lightly punched his chest with his fist, as passionate as ever.

"Hermes, brother, you must be tired and hungry after running all this way."

As it happens, I'm in a rare good mood this evening, and I plan to stay overnight in Olympus. I might as well stay in my palace and have a few drinks.

The somewhat dazed messenger chuckled dryly and waved his hand in refusal.

"I still need to report to Father God, so let's skip the Heavenly Festival."

"Don't worry, it's just a few drinks, it won't cause any trouble. Anyway, the important business has been taken care of, so a little bit of minor stuff is no big deal."

Besides, I'm going to Mount Etna tomorrow, I don't have time to meet you anywhere else.

"I..."

"Let's go, let's go."

The slender Hermes was thus pulled along to the temple by the robust Hephaestus.

On the throne in the hall, Zeus, Thunderbolt Scepter in one hand and Goatskin Divine Shield in the Zeus, slowly opened his eyes after a period of time, his pupils flashing with silver-white lightning arcs.

Looking into the distance, tens of thousands of wisps of black mist seeped into the earth from the pores of humans who were sleeping, their faces contorted in struggle and their bodies curled up.

As these impurities were expelled from their bodies, each person seemed to have been cleansed, their brows relaxed, their faces became peaceful, their breathing became more steady, and their entire body seemed to radiate a glow.

Be grateful, for I and the gods bestow upon you blessings.

Zeus lightly tapped his Thunderbolt Scepter, nodded in satisfaction, and his eyes were deep and dark.

However, this gift is too expensive, and I'm afraid you may not be able to afford it.