Perhaps because of their personalities, perhaps because of their divine authorities, the architectural styles of the gods' palaces all differed.
The Sun God's was stately and grand, the Goddess of the Hunt's was perilous and secluded, while the Palace of the Goddess of Wisdom was far more elegant.
Balanced and uncontentious, intellectual and refined.
Set atop the Divine Mountain, this kind of palace was not particularly eye-catching. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, without any distinctive features.
But the longer one looked, the more pleasing it became. It was highly enduring, whereas the other gods' palaces were overly flamboyant and somewhat tacky.
Of course, that was in Russell's eyes. If it were Aphrodite and Artemis, their view of Athena's palace would be the same as their view of Athena herself, with only one assessment.
Bitch, always putting on airs!
This assessment applied to every goddess on Mount Olympus. In their hearts, aside from themselves, every other goddess was a pretentious little bitch.
"Bitch!"
In a distant corner, Artemis watched Russell openly enter Athena's palace without encountering the slightest obstruction. She gritted her silver teeth and cursed aloud.
She snorted coldly, turned and returned to the Palace of the Goddess of the Hunt, then came back the same way ten seconds later and concealed herself in a secluded corner.
She had no other intention. She simply wanted to see when Russell would be beaten out the door, then go up and mock him.
Meanwhile, guided by two Nymph Goddesses, Russell arrived at a huge palace resembling a study.
On either side stood four rows and twelve columns of neatly arranged bookshelves. Navigation, medicine, agriculture, painting, music, strategy and warfare, history, and more—books of every kind were available.
At the center stood a Golden Harp about two meters tall. A young