"Sun God, shouldn't you be gathering allies at the Palace of the Goddess of the Hunt? What are you doing here?"
In her study, Athena felt a headache coming on as she looked at the uninvited Russell.
Athena knew perfectly well what Russell wanted. He wanted to turn her into a second Artemis and make their alliance more secure.
So love was out of the question. Whether it was her or Artemis, Russell always put profit first.
Of course, it was also possible that he simply lusted after their bodies.
Weaving lies of love to make others obey him reminded Athena of someone—Aphrodite!
She had to admit that when it came to manipulating people's hearts, Aphrodite truly deserved the title of Goddess of Love. She could make everyone fall madly in love with her.
Athena had also made use of this psychological advantage, repeatedly getting Hephaestus to work for her for free. The results had indeed been far more reliable than an alliance.
So Athena had once hesitated over whether she should have a battle of wits with Russell and see who would make the other fall first.
Later, she wisely gave up on the idea.
Russell was not Hephaestus. If she dared to feign affection for Russell, he would dare to take it seriously and undo his belt on the spot.
It was not scary when a hooligan had guts; it was scary when a hooligan was educated.
When a hooligan had both strength and the willingness to use his brain, fully exploiting the advantage of his thick skin, even Athena would keep her distance.
Out of nowhere, Athena thought of Zeus and sighed at how hooligans passed down their legacy, generation after generation.
Back then, Zeus had used this trick to deceive goddesses and recruit help to overthrow