After the laughter died down, Kratos took his wife back to their room.
After helping his wife sit on the cushioned couch, Kratos stroked Lysandra's belly and could not help but laugh.
"Today... was really interesting!"
"Yes, darling. Who would have thought you were His Majesty Zeus's illegitimate son!
You're a demigod! Heavens, I'm actually the wife of a demigod," Lysandra said excitedly.
Hearing Lysandra's words, Kratos showed no sign of feeling honored. He merely shook his head gently.
"That's not it!"
With that, Kratos lowered his head and gazed lovingly at Lysandra's belly.
"Who my father was isn't important, because I never met him.
The one who stayed with me, raised me, and cared for me was always my mother. Her name was Callisto!
Even now that I know my father's name is Zeus, I still treat him as if he doesn't exist.
Just like Theseus, and the now-famous King of Gladiators, Heracles.
No one feels honored just because he is a god's son. We are only ourselves!"
As his words fell, Kratos grinned gently at his beloved.
Honestly, with his bald head and little mustache, he looked fine when he wasn't smiling, but when he did, it was genuinely a little frightening.
But Lysandra had been with him for far too long. There was nothing she had not seen.
Seeing her husband's smile, Lysandra reached out with both hands and gently cupped Kratos's face.
As she lightly pressed his cheeks, Lysandra nodded and said,
"I know. The great Soul of Sparta doesn't care about his origins.
Your reputation today isn't because you're Zeus's son, but because you've fought year after year without ever suffering defeat, right?"
"No, Lysandra.
My reputation today is all because I have you—a good wife recognized by every warrior.
Without you communicating with the