Dark lightly tapped the tabletop, unable to hide his curiosity as he wanted to ask Oli what Apollo had said.
But after Apollo left, Oli sank into deep thought. She lowered her head, bit her lip, and pondered hard, clearly having run into a difficult problem.
Dark did not disturb her.
Pleasant lyre music gradually began to ring through the venue. Apollo was playing the lyre.
"She has always been so elegant and enchanting."
In the adjacent venue, Aphrodite, the "Goddess of Love and Beauty," sat before an exquisitely carved dining table, propping up her chin as she watched Apollo play the lyre.
Pandora Doragon sat directly opposite her, her expression far from relaxed.
Whether in myths and legends or from seeing her in person this time, Aphrodite, the "Goddess of Love and Beauty," did not seem like an easy goddess to deal with.
Her beauty and charm were said in legend to captivate both men and women, and that was indeed true.
Even Pandora could not help wanting to praise her upon seeing her in person.
But praise was one thing. Pandora had not lost her wits to Aphrodite, who was not even using divine power.
"Since you like Apollo so much, why not confess your feelings to her?"
Only after carefully weighing her words did Pandora say this.
Aphrodite did not lower the slender hand supporting her chin. She merely smiled softly and said in a low voice, "You don't understand. I am the Goddess of Love and Beauty; appreciating beauty is my duty. For example, I also appreciate that of yours... What a fickle woman!"
Pandora forcibly swallowed those words back down her throat.
But Aphrodite seemed to have already seen through what she was about to say and suddenly covered her mouth as she giggled.
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