"Strange. That woman really didn't try to seduce you. That's not like her usual style!"
After Aphrodite left, Artemis emerged from the side hall in confusion, still carrying a longbow as if to show it off to someone.
Russell thought it was for him. A'e thought so too.
"You deliberately leaked your aura. She knew you were..."
"Really? How come I didn't know?"
Artemis put away her bow and waved a hand before her face, hiding her embarrassment.
She was good at scheming against others; it was an essential skill on the Divine Mountain. But competing with other women over a man—especially a man she liked—was far beyond her professional capabilities.
She was rusty this time. Next time, she would definitely work harder.
Now that Russell had become the King of Gods, there would be no shortage of glamorous goddesses around him. Artemis secretly encouraged herself to quickly master this ancestral Olympus craft.
Just as she was thinking that, a glamorous goddess came knocking.
"King of Gods, Goddess Hecate requests an audience outside the hall."
A'e's expression turned strange. Aphrodite had just left, and now Hecate had arrived. Along with Artemis, who had been here all along, Russell had barely taken office as King of Gods and already showed a few traces of Zeus's prowess.
It truly ran in the family!
"No. You can't see her!"
Artemis spread her arms and stood in front of Russell. "Hecate has no good intentions. You absolutely cannot see her."
She might have no good intentions, but that wouldn't mean I'd lose out!
Russell grumbled inwardly, but the female hooligan was far too dangerous, aggressive, and domineering. Keeping his distance was indeed the wiser choice, so he nodded and said he would not see her.
"Tell her it's late. I've already gone to sleep."