The Hero Brought Joy to the Goddess

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows into the small wooden cabin. Hera was quietly brushing her beautiful hair, while outside, the insects and birds chirped in unison, performing a symphony for this great goddess.

Athena had been waiting for a long time, and the moment Hera set down her ivory comb, she leaned in impatiently.

"Hera, are you really that satisfied with this child? You wouldn't even let me listen to his whispers." The curious goddess Athena was probing for secrets.

With the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, forming a picturesque and moving gentle smile, Hera said proudly, "When he reaches the Kingdom of Iolcus, I will bestow upon him another favor."

"As for that Jason..."

"Hmm, then let's help him reclaim his throne. After all, my child has promised him as much."

"Thaumas is so excellent and adorable; he will be my proudest child, mine!"

Feeling Hera's blatant declaration of sovereignty and provocation, Athena's wisdom provided her with the answer in an instant.

Hera wanted to stand out like a savior just when the whole world was against them, resolutely supporting those two children.

In this way, she would surely leave a deep impression on little Thaumas.

What a cunning Queen of Heaven!

Indeed, little Thaumas looked truly adorable, making one want to toy with him, but as for being excellent...

That remains to be seen. Although she didn't know how little Thaumas was so adept at pleasing the Queen of Heaven, that alone did not make him excellent.

Hmm, she suddenly felt a bit jealous. Why didn't little Thaumas try to please her? What right did Hera have?

Athena raised her eyes toward the direction where Thaumas had left.

It was no exaggeration to say that she was the first deity to make contact with him, and due to the child's uniqueness, she was truly interested in such a boy with "no future."

Like fiddling with a toy, wanting to know whether he would head toward a new life or perish—ah, toying with the fate of such an unknown person was what brought pleasure.

Deities are also quite wicked existences!

Although, there were plenty of deities like her on Olympus.

However, Hera's actions did make her feel a slight sense of crisis.

Although she was deeply loved by many heroes and praised as the "Mother of Heroes."

In the many heroic legends of ancient Greece, one could find the figure of this purple-haired goddess.

But when she understood the "past" of Thaumas, she knew of his determination to become a hero. From that moment on, she had developed a deep interest in this child.

She was just in no hurry to act, because he was so weak.

The weak cannot become great heroes.

Therefore, she did not stop his encounter with Hera, because that could also be transformed into capital for him to grow stronger.

Moreover, she, the goddess of wisdom Athena, had enough confidence to guide him forward on the path ahead.

She would use wisdom to illuminate the path ahead for Thaumas and use victory to help him cut through the thorns along the way.

And the price? Only that he must fall into the goddess's embrace and offer her a glorious epic of heroism.

Looking at the gloating Hera before her, she felt slightly displeased, but she did not lash out; in fact, she wanted to laugh, because she suddenly thought of a good idea.

If—she meant if—Thaumas gained the favor of all the gods, then what would you do, Hera? Could you really protect this child under the favor of all the gods?

Hahahaha~ What can your authority do for you then? In whose arms will this child eventually fall?

Ah, I am so looking forward to it, Lady Hera.

Thus, the cunning goddess suppressed her laughter and said with a stifled grin, "Respected Queen Hera, those two children seem to have almost arrived. You should go; you wouldn't want to miss such a thing, would you?"

Hurry up and leave, she really wanted to laugh.

On the other side, Thaumas kept shivering throughout the journey. Could he have caught a cold?

That's not right! This is a body from the Age of Gods; how could that be? Could the viruses of the Age of Gods be this powerful?

He just felt like someone was thinking of him; such an annoying feeling...

"Hey, hey! Hurry up! We're almost there. Because of what happened last night, we've been delayed so long, and you're still dawdling! Do you know who is standing before you? The greatest hero of ancient Greece, the most handsome man, and the wisest king of the future! Even the goddess of wisdom Athena has promised me; how can you be so sluggish? This is disrespectful to the goddess! And disrespectful to yours truly..." Jason went on a rant.

Ah, so annoying.

It was one thing to be shivering from the cold the whole way, but there was also a mosquito buzzing in his ear, and this mosquito couldn't even be swatted to death.

After communication with Jason proved fruitless, Thaumas completely gave up struggling. After all, this annoying bug was always so irritating, and very clingy—that's why he called him a mosquito.

Damn Jason!

Sometimes he felt truly helpless. What was he thinking back then? How could he have become friends with such a blockhead?

In the fog-filled ancient forest, After successfully teaching another group of bandits a lesson, Thaumas offered them some friendly advice, and absolutely did not threaten them with the loss of their heads.

Furthermore, any property belonging to the bandits was naturally confiscated in full, while anything that did not belong to them, provided the owner could be found, was returned in full as well.

This was his code as a hero, though Jason expressed strong dissatisfaction with this.

Then again, he was merely enlightening the wicked and helping them turn over a new leaf.

What boundless merit! Even the Buddha would have to give him a thumbs-up for that.

As for those unwilling to change? He could only think of their future descendants.

After all, if their children were born, they might suffer injustice from others; the children of villains are truly pitiful. It would be better to simply remove their ability to have children.

Of course, he could also take the opportunity to spread his heroic name and increase his renown, which would be very helpful for someone like him who aspired to become a Heroic Spirit.

Yes, hard work pays off; these were all rewards he deserved for his efforts.

After this small interlude, they finally passed through the forest.

As the surrounding mist dissipated, the two of them stepped out from within.

They were surprised to discover a large settlement—no, it should be called a town!

It was already quite late, and since Nyx, the Goddess of Night, seemed to be sleeping in and arriving late tonight, the two hurried to ask the locals where they were.

As expected, this place was precisely the destination of their journey—the Kingdom of Iolcus!

Jason's homeland!

Jason fell silent, gazing at the town and the towering city walls further in the distance; everything was so unfamiliar yet familiar.

After a long silence, Jason suddenly began to run with an excited expression, completely ignoring the gazes of others, roaring as he ran:

"Hahaha! Iolcus! Your great king has returned! Hurry and welcome your Lord Jason!"

Ah, there are countless days I have wanted to see Jason get beaten up by the entire world. Feeling the strange looks and pointing fingers from the people around, it was truly, so embarrassing!

Jason! Tell me, just how deep is your lack of shame!