"Your request, and your thanks???"
Faced with Hera's request, Prometheus sneered and retorted.
Then, just as Hera was confused by Prometheus's words, Prometheus suddenly began to laugh.
"Heh, hahahahaha!!!
You think you can take away my flame just by offering your request and your thanks!
Is that merely an ordinary flame?
It is my life, the pain of being bound and having my liver torn out for hundreds of thousands of years, and my equality and love for every living thing!"
With that, Prometheus lay down without hesitation.
"If you want an answer, then fine!
You can hang me up again, then send your peacock to replace the divine eagle you killed and have it dig out my liver or some other organ every day, Your Highness, Queen of Gods!
Because there is absolutely no way I will agree to your request!
I don't know what you intend to do with my flame, but I know one thing very clearly, though it will sound unpleasant.
That is, heh.
Your Highness, Queen of Gods, your King of Gods, or any other god!
Including your children, and every damned thing born of Olympus!
Not a single person in this damned Olympus deserves this flame, no one!!!"
With that, Prometheus closed his eyes and savored what he believed might be his final chance to rest lying down.
And Hera...
Although Prometheus had thoroughly rebuked her, Your Highness, Queen of Gods was not angry.
She patiently brushed at Prometheus's face. Of course, she knew that the impossibility in Prometheus's words was merely the rejection of a warrior filled with resentment toward the divine pantheon that had bestowed such a miserable fate upon him!
So, faced with such a warrior...
Hera smiled and sat down where she was.
Her magnificent Queen of Gods attire was