The conference room was silent.
Apart from Homelander and Maeve, no one else dared to breathe too loudly. Their faces and expressions were all extremely grave.
As for The Deep, seated at the end of the V table, his face was deathly pale. Cold sweat kept streaming down his forehead, and he kept stealing glances at Homelander.
It seemed that the Lord of the Ocean had not been having a good time these past few days. He was also terrified of Homelander, who had not said a word.
After a long while.
"Who... can tell me what this Heros is?"
Homelander spoke to the others in a low, indifferent voice.
As he spoke, Homelander stopped looking down at the Manhattan scenery and turned around to sweep his gaze across everyone present.
The muscles on Homelander's face were rigid, and the veins at his temples bulged. Clearly, he was forcing down the anger in his heart.
When his voice faded, everyone remained silent, causing Homelander's fury to approach its peak.
"Just as the internet says, he's a demigod from the Greek world, just like me."
Fortunately, Maeve understood Homelander's temperament and was the first to break the eerie silence. Otherwise, The Deep might have been the first person sliced in half by Homelander's laser eyes.
"A demigod? Hah." Homelander laughed disdainfully. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. There are no such things as demigods in this world."
Hearing Homelander's triple denial, a trace of irritation appeared on Maeve's coldly beautiful face. She retorted:
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying my mother was fake? Hmm?"
At that,
Homelander stared fixedly at Maeve, the muscles in his face growing even more rigid. Yet, in an unusual display, Maeve refused to back down, somehow finding the courage to meet his gaze.
Several seconds passed.