In the King of Gods' palace hall, the gods gathered together to discuss who would become the Queen of Heaven and ask whom everyone else intended to give their precious vote to.
Unlike the solemn atmosphere yesterday, the hall was clearly much livelier today.
Simply put, they loved watching trouble unfold, and gossip was their favorite thing.
Of course, there were also those filled with worry. For instance, Hestia and Athena, the strongest contenders for Queen of Heaven, had worn dark expressions from the moment they entered. They looked ready to beat to death anyone who dared vote for them on the spot.
At first, neither goddess had wanted to come. In the end, Russell sent out Prometheus, his chief enforcer, leading a stack of glittering Golden Saint Seiya, and forcibly smashed open the two goddesses' palace doors.
Prometheus felt deeply ashamed, as though he were aiding a tyrant by helping his boss snatch innocent women in broad daylight.
The Golden Saints who had come with him were much calmer. The moment they learned Russell had become the King of Gods, they knew this world was doomed sooner or later.
The reason Prometheus had shamelessly agreed to invite the two goddesses to the gathering was, on one hand, because this was his first task after becoming one of the Twelve Olympians, and he could not disobey Russell's orders.
On the other hand, he thought highly of both Hestia and Athena. No matter which one became the Queen of Heaven, it would have significant benefits for the current situation.
Perhaps the unreliable King of Gods would reform under the assistance of a reliable Queen of Heaven, become a proper god again, govern diligently, and put the world in perfect order.
Even if the King of Gods could not be redeemed and