As she spoke, Hera tilted her head back slightly. As she looked at Heisenberg, she was especially eager to see even a hint of displeasure on his face.
But Heisenberg did not grant her wish.
Facing Hera's final question, Heisenberg raised his wineglass and chuckled softly.
"Reluctant to part?"
As he spoke, Heisenberg meaningfully glanced at Hera's uplifted eyes, bright as stars.
"If you mean that once Diana kills your son, we will no longer be able to be friends, then I truly would be reluctant to part. After all... after all, you are so captivating!"
As his words fell, Heisenberg's gaze, which had been fixed on Hera's eyes, suddenly slid down along her high nose and delicate lips, all the way to the exquisite collarbone slightly exposed beneath her silk robe!
Once his gaze finally settled on the two full curves concealed beneath Hera's silk robe,
Heisenberg sighed leisurely and continued.
"You...!"
Faced with Heisenberg's lazy insolence, Hera felt both depressed and furious.
But more than that, she felt somewhat shy and surprised.
The feeling annoyed her enough that she picked up her wineglass. Then, she clinked glasses with Heisenberg and drained it.
While Heisenberg continued pouring her wine, Hera unwillingly went on.
"You think Diana has a chance of defeating Ares? How could that be?
I've met Diana. She is truly far too weak, so weak that she cannot even defeat many demigods!
Don't be fooled by the countless blessings she carries. She has not truly mastered the power of those blessings.
She has not even properly mastered the demigod power inherited through her own bloodline!"
At that, Hera raised her refilled glass to her lips. Enduring the fiery liquor's burning sting on her tongue and lips, she downed it in one gulp.
She set the glass before