The Muse Goddess Shouldn't Be Such a Big Eater
In Greek Mythology, the Muse Goddess represented art, science, youth, and beauty.
For Heracles Enzo Camillo, who was known for his strength, to call Qingyao Demoness the Muse Goddess was, without a doubt, a rather artsy way to show off.
You really couldn't judge a book by its cover.
If you thought this God of Strength "Saint" was all muscle and no brains, you'd be making a huge mistake—and you'd pay dearly for it.
"Ahem! Hess, you... should probably keep your distance from her."
Seeing Heracles wearing a lovestruck expression, Li Bai cleared his throat. His voice seemed almost magical as it pierced straight into the other man's soul.
It was a friendly warning. After all, they'd just hauled in a whole group of people not long ago.
Someone at the level of a "Saint" was no ordinary person.
Heracles had just been about to say that having a boyfriend wouldn't matter, since he understood her better anyway. At last, he came to his senses and said awkwardly, "You're her boyfriend? Oh, sorry, sorry! I couldn't help myself."
As he spoke, his face turned red. His usual composure had vanished without a trace. He was like a lovestruck young man who didn't know how to express himself, his heart pounding like a deer.
"No! She's not my girlfriend!"
Li Bai shook his head matter-of-factly.
He'd long since realized that one girlfriend was enough of this strange creature. She was always floating around outside like a kite, without even a string to pull her back.
If he had a few more, they'd be enough to leave Great Demon Li, who hated trouble, completely flustered.
Demonesses, after all! They were better off being properly subdued. No need to entertain any of those other