With a soft sigh, Heisenberg lowered his head and took two steps forward.
Feeling Heisenberg gradually approaching from behind, Hera's arms, shoulders, and neck exposed beyond her robe inevitably tensed slightly.
Seeing Hera's nervousness, Heisenberg reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist.
Before Hera could resist, Heisenberg straightforwardly extended his hands farther forward.
His palms slid across Hera's slender waist. After a brief shudder, Hera found Heisenberg's hands clasped together before her lower abdomen.
Hera felt utterly miserable—itchy and tormented...
Behind her, Heisenberg felt the trembling coming from Hera in his embrace.
He sighed again, then gently rested his chin beside Hera's neck.
His slightly grown stubble brushed against Hera's cheek and jaw. As Hera trembled ever more fiercely, Heisenberg spoke softly.
"I know that everything happening now must seem especially unbelievable to you.
But I promise you, it is all real. It is destined, and it was bound to happen.
Of course, darling, I will give you enough time to adapt, to get used to it, and to accept me and every part of the life connected to me.
I'll head to Sparta shortly. On one hand, I'll check on my little subordinate who wandered into your territory. On the other, I should give you some quiet time.
So the next time we meet may be on Diana and Ares's battlefield!"
When he finished speaking, Heisenberg turned his head and lightly kissed Hera's cheek.
Feeling the heat of Heisenberg's lips, Hera shuddered and quickly closed her eyes.
Seeing Hera squeeze her eyes shut, looking like an adorable ostrich.
Heisenberg could not help laughing aloud.
"Haha, you really are delightful, Hera.
I like you more and more.
As for today, I'll spare you for now. But remember this: one day, you'll be begging for mercy before me.