Fake Tears and Phantom Offers

They said the squeaky wheel got the grease, but nobody ever said what a wailing widow got.

Nothing but a kick in the pants—and a slap across the face!

Even the British in Earth's Age of Exploration weren't this shamelessly grabby!

Hera's line of reasoning was so bizarre that when Lein heard it from her divine messenger, he wondered for a moment if he'd heard correctly. He glanced at the system record and confirmed that was exactly what she'd said.

As soon as Hermes, who was acting as her messenger, finished speaking, Balende—who had been grinning ever since their recent decisive victory—and all the Second Generation Disciples listening in were struck speechless.

What? Do you even know what the hell you're saying?

The disciples' fists clenched in an instant!

If a divine system had a timid leader, then Balende's fate might genuinely be cause for concern. Olympus was, after all, a mighty divine system.

Luckily, Lein Tesla, God King of the Physics School, was the most reasonable leader (and master) around.

Flora was the first to burst out laughing. It started with a single snort, then grew into a series of giggles, louder and louder.

Seeing Lein smile, the disciples couldn't help joining in, laughing uproariously.

"Flora, what are you laughing about?" Lein asked his Fifth Disciple with a gentle smile.

"Nothing, Master. Something funny just came to mind."

Impressive—Flora had actually learned how to pick up a joke. No wonder she was the most thoughtful one by Lein's side.

"What funny thing?" Lein asked, though he already knew.

"Nothing. Who was the last person who dared demand that Master become his servant?" Flora played along, her voice rising slightly at the end. The sound made the messenger grit his teeth.

Then things took an absurd turn.

Before the messenger