I was talking to you nicely. Why did you start cursing the moment you opened your mouth...
Oh, they're from your family? Then never mind!
"Zeus was indeed not killed by me. All the gods know that. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do..."
As Russell spoke, he gave a rough account of the demon race's invasion and the battle of Mount Olympus.
He told Cronus that times have changed, that he should broaden his horizons. The outside world was vast, so he should stop obsessing over some lousy curse all day.
Cronus fell silent at those words and no longer asked whether Zeus had died by Russell's hand. After a moment, his tightly furrowed brow relaxed. "A powerful enemy has invaded. You want to gather all available strength, including Titans like us who have been imprisoned?"
"That's one reason. The other is that I don't want to be fighting only to suddenly receive news that the demon race attacked from behind and slaughtered all you defenseless prisoners."
"Heh. Was it the demon race, or was it you?"
"Great God, I've treated you sincerely. Why do you always look at me through tinted glasses?"
"Because you are the fourth-generation King of Gods, and I am the second-generation King of Gods. We were destined to be unable to tolerate each other."
"Your outlook is too narrow, Great God. I've never thought that way."
Russell shook his fist. "I've always believed that if a boss wanted to keep his position secure, he had to be stronger than everyone else. As long as I was the strongest, even if those beneath me were dissatisfied, they could only hide it in their hearts."
It was a simple and crude reason, but Cronus disagreed. He had thought the same way before, and