Elma's Kindness

Hermes looked at the sea below, which Oushen and Basamizo had beaten into a complete mess, and felt a headache coming on.

"This is so annoying. Could you stop fighting at the drop of a hat? Even if I'm a god, I still want to slack off! These recordings will have to be shown to the High God later. Oushen, can't you fight a little more casually? What if we can't keep it hidden at this rate?" Hermes sat atop the Basamizo Oushen had knocked unconscious, speaking to Oushen with some frustration.

"Ahaha, ahahaha, but I can't hold back either." Oushen was also sitting on Basamizo, a bitter smile on his face. "After all, if I don't go all out, I might really lose. I don't want to get pinned to the seabed and beaten up by someone I already defeated."

"You... I don't even know what to say to you. I'm seriously starting to wonder whether having you test my idea was the right choice." Hermes covered his face speechlessly.

"...Actually, you should know what I'm planning, bro." Oushen's gaze grew complicated. "Testing possibilities and all that..."

"Gods aren't all like Poseidon and the High God. There's me, and there's Aunt Hestia too," Hermes said with a smile.

"But you are the odd ones out among the gods." Oushen directly cut Hermes off.

Hermes fell silent.

Oushen was right.

He was not one of the Twelve Olympians to begin with, and among them, Hestia and Demeter, who shared views similar to his, had indeed been deliberately sidelined by the High God. Demeter had only been able to return to Dodona because of the major event more than a year ago.

"...Anyway, I don't intend to give up. I've protected you for so long, brat, so you'd better obediently go