While Ares was still worrying about his daughter, Olympus...
In Zeus's temple, the King of Gods had rarely taken a seat upon his throne.
He propped one elbow on the armrest, his right hand buried in his thick beard as he supported his chin.
He was deep in thought.
Once Diana's matter came to light, his wife Hera would inevitably lose her temper again.
To the point that he had been avoiding her lately.
But in less than two days, Diana and Ares would duel.
No matter how much he avoided Hera, they would inevitably meet on the day of the duel!
Thinking of this, Zeus frowned. If he kept refusing to see Hera, then when she saw him again before the duel...
Who knew whether she might do something in her fury that would damage the dignity of the King of Gods and Queen of Gods!
No matter how much he disliked Hera, Zeus felt it was necessary to settle her attitude toward this matter before the duel began.
She could be angry, but she could not be too angry. Otherwise, if Hera lost her temper on the day of the duel, the Olympian gods would lose all face!
With that in mind, Zeus rose from his throne and slowly made his way toward Hera's palace.
Not long afterward, inside Hera's palace.
Hera was softly humming a melodious tune while sorting through the countless laurel leaves in her hands and lap.
She categorized the innumerable perfectly shaped leaves she had personally selected from the finest laurels in the garden.
Then she pinched off a strand of her hair and cut it.
Taking the hair in hand, Hera continued humming as she braided it into thin cords.
Next, Hera began fastening the laurel leaves one after another onto her