As long as Theron's strength had not surpassed his, they would remain good partners.
With that in mind, Zeus decided to visit Theron in person. While he was there, he would inform him of his decision to spare Prometheus and probe his views on humanity once more.
If Theron merely wanted to protect Prometheus rather than humanity, Zeus felt that would not be too great a conflict. It was still acceptable.
Before leaving, he gave Hephaestus a firm pat on the shoulder, feeling that this god of craftsmen truly spared him a great deal of worry.
Zeus even found himself thinking that if all the gods of Mount Olympus were like Hephaestus—without ambition, not especially powerful, yet possessing an incomparably perfect craft and immersing themselves solely in their own worlds—how wonderful that would be.
But what he did not know was that not long after he left the volcano, Hephaestus, whom he considered incapable of causing trouble, carried the exquisitely crafted Golden Throne he had made to Mount Olympus.
It was a gift he had spent a very long time creating, pouring countless efforts and endless energy into it, all for Hera.
He hoped to earn the recognition of Hera, his mother, with this gift.
In the past, whenever he gave Hera exquisite jewelry, she would only keep the jewelry before driving him away. The last time he had forged a replica Thunder Scepter, Hera had merely glanced at him twice more.
So this time, he had racked his brains to create the one and only Golden Throne, hoping to receive different treatment.
Sure enough, Hera was deeply interested in the Golden Throne. Its exquisite carvings, peerless design, and the extravagance of gold all perfectly suited Hera's taste. She was naturally a radiant and flamboyant goddess, and only such dazzling