Fate Weaving 2/2

It's all a trick! A complete trick!

A few dozen breaths later, Samael's face darkened. While ranting and rave, he maliciously picked up the owl and searched the ground for suitable skewers and firewood, preparing to roast the dead bird.

Unexpectedly, after all these years, Athena has teamed up with Themis to trick him and illegally gather evidence of his crimes.

Unfortunately, his treacherous snake was still a cut above the rest.

After citing arguments such as "illegal evidence collection is invalid," "presumption of innocence," and "the victim's family is emotionally stable," Themis, constrained by procedural justice, ultimately succumbed and reluctantly announced that a certain instigator was acquitted due to insufficient evidence.

However, focusing too much on procedural justice can be restrictive, making it easier for criminals to escape justice.

Sigh, Themis is just too honest, that's why she's so easy to bully, and she always makes me worry.

So, next time, let's explore some general concepts of "upholding procedural justice and striving for substantive justice"?

Okay, it's decided then.

Everything, for justice!

Samael pictured a pair of large, imposing "justices" in his mind, and nodded solemnly, exuding an aura of authority.

At this moment, the owl in his palm took advantage of the ancient snake's momentary daze, slipped out of its cage, flapped its wings, and fled outside the city.

It's true, the meat that was almost in my mouth has escaped.

Samael glanced sadly at the owl that had left him and sighed helplessly.

So let's just eat a proper meal!

At this moment, the bright moonlight seemed to be drawn towards a certain spot in the forest, and after it was projected, it gradually dispersed.

As the ancient serpent murmured, it turned its head to look at the source land outside the city of Bicheng. Its heart was filled with excitement, and it leaped over the high wall, sneaking away stealthily.

That woman even gave him the privilege of petting the cat once more.

Samael just now was here because Atalanta was about to complete her sacrifice to Artemis and inform Calydonian Hunt.

He knew that the goddess Dunlin from before, and it would be a bit awkward if they were recognized, so it was best to avoid her.

Now, the ceremony seems to be over, and nothing can stop him from petting the cat.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, after this sacrifice, the Goddess of Hunting would craft the hide of the Calydonian Boar into a "Divine Beast's Fur" and present it to Atalanta, allowing her follower to further digest and absorb the wild power of nature emanating from it.

Additionally, the skin of the Calydonian Boar appears to have breast-enhancing effects.

Congratulations! Isn't that wonderful?

Feeling like it had made a fortune, the ancient snake hummed a little tune and stepped into the night.

Meanwhile, in Calydon City, the feast continued. The heroes who had killed the two royal relatives did not consider it a psychological burden at all, and ate and drank heartily, enjoying the glorious moment they had earned with their lives.

However, there were always some less sociable individuals who left the venue early and wandered off elsewhere.

On the city wall, a towering figure, as majestic as a giant, walked along the tower while drinking. After hearing the flapping of wings, he looked up and saw a white owl swooping down from above. A beautiful color emerged from the depths of its dark eyes.

The palace was empty and deserted because most of the people had gone to participate in the revelry and there were no guards or attendants.

Prince Meleager, who had been traveling at a brisk pace, slowed his steps as he stepped onto a corridor and quietly pushed open the door to his bedchamber.

"Father King, how is Mother?"

"She just fell asleep, but in her dream she kept calling out her two brothers' names and yours."

King Calydon gently lowered his wife's arm and responded to his son's question in a low voice.

"You called me?"

"Yes, it's probably because the death of your uncle and the others was a huge blow to your mother, and now you're the only one she can rely on."

The old King nodded slightly, and as he pondered, he seemed to recall his wife's strange ramblings about their son in her dreams, and his brow furrowed slightly.

For some reason, his wife's cries gave him the feeling that her feelings for her son were not simply a desire to rely on him, but also a sense of guilt, regret, and resentment.

"Father King, please rest. Let me stay with Mother for a while."

Prince Meleager gently helped the old King to his feet, then sat down by the bedside, took his mother's slightly aged arm, and patted it gently to comfort her.

Resentment? How could that be? I must have misheard.

The old King, standing behind his son, gazed at this heartwarming scene and gently shook his head.

After dealing with the Calydonian Boar, he felt a sense of relief, but the fatigue and weariness that followed the relief also came with it.

The old King got up and took a few steps, his breathing becoming more rapid. He couldn't help but look down at his protruding belly and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

It seems I'm really getting old; I should hand the country over to this kid to govern as soon as possible.

He has resolved the nation's calamities, won the people's support, and is now qualified to be king. He will surely do even better than I, his father, in the future.

In the empty palace, the shadows of a family of three were elongated by the flickering lamplight, intertwining and stretching together at the top, with no gaps between them.

Boom!

A thunderclap boomed in the night sky, and an arc of light, stretching out like tree branches, instantly extended for hundreds of meters.

The majestic outline of Olympus is mostly reflected in the rugged mountainside.

At that moment, inside the temple, the figure who had been resting on the throne with his chin propped up was suddenly awakened.

A vague unease stirred within him, and he immediately followed his intuition, lighting a torch from the Sacred Flame, knocking on the hidden door of the main hall, and venturing deep into the heart of the mountain.

The dark rocks here resemble a dome, and the shimmering crystals are like twinkling stars, creating a beautiful scene that flickers between light and shadow.

From afar, these intricate and shimmering stars, like spinning spindles, intertwine and weave the rays of light drawn from the celestial bodies into a hazy, indistinct net.

Each thread connects to a name, and each star map corresponds to a unique stage and script.

Zeus, standing in the empty core, raised his torch, looked at an unusually thick and bright thread, reached out and touched it. As the information flowed into his mind, the pupils of the King of Gods contracted sharply.

This... how is this possible!

He clearly remembered that this name should have already died on earth and returned to heaven!

Meleager ... Meleager ...

What exactly allowed you to escape the fate of being cut off?

What is it that makes you destroy the pattern Fate Weaving?

Zeus muttered to himself with a gloomy expression, then frowned and shook his head.

My plan will not go wrong, nor should it!

What exactly is wrong?

The Wise King of Gods looked up at the starry sky above, at the fabric of destiny that connected the entire Greek world and the future of the gods, and repeatedly touched and sensed it, but still had no clue.

No, there's not much time left. I need to get to the bottom of this!

Zeus's eyes flashed, his face darkened, and he immediately transformed into lightning, sweeping across the sky above Olympus and heading straight for the Caucasus Mountains.