In the Queen of Heaven's hall, two ravens flew back and landed upon the throne.
Hera raised her right hand. The ravens hopped onto her fingertips and shared all of Russell's activities from that day with her through their memories.
"So, what did that brat do today?"
Ares asked impatiently. He took his duel with Russell very seriously.
As the God of War, whose authority leaned toward slaughter and destruction, Ares stood to gain the most whenever war, massacre, or death occurred.
This was completely different from Athena's guardianship. One side fought to invade, while the other fought to protect their homeland.
Thus, in preparation for the decisive battle two days later, he had specifically sent messengers into the mortal world to incite wars between nations. Whether full-scale national wars or localized conflicts, the more the better.
Besides, know your enemy and know yourself, and you need not fear a hundred battles. Although Ares could not say those exact words, he understood the principle well enough.
Before a battle, aside from possessing sufficient strength, one also had to gather intelligence on the enemy.
While helping Ares build up his strength, Hera had dispatched ravens to observe Russell's every move.
"He... took a bath. He bathed all day, then made himself some grilled meat that evening."
Hera frowned. Russell had been using the Sun God's power all along, but if this counted as becoming proficient with his authority, it was far too absurd.
"Bathing? Grilled meat?"
Ares dug at his ears, indicating that he had not understood. "Mother, take another look. Didn't you miss anything?"
"..."
Hera's face darkened. She was the Queen of Heaven, not some shameless woman like Aphrodite.
Besides, she had already looked very carefully. She had examined every aspect very carefully. She could not possibly have looked