The goddess standing outside the hall was Hestia, the newly appointed Sea King.
Before becoming the guardian goddess of hearth and home, the authority she wielded had been "flame." With the opening of a new era, it had directly become the ocean.
It was quite dramatic. Ordinary people really would never have guessed it.
At any rate, Hestia herself had not expected it. She accepted the authority suspiciously, wondering whether Creation God still had further plans.
For instance, perhaps she was only temporarily taking over as Sea King, and Poseidon still had a chance to reclaim his throne.
Hestia had come to the King of Gods' hall today at Athena's invitation, to help handle the tedious official duties and formulate the rules of the divine realm.
After the world had been recreated, both of their positions had risen with the tide. One had become King of Gods, the other Sea King. Their former little grudges from screwing each other over had all been laughed off.
Well, at least on the surface, they had moved past them.
Athena had just become King of Gods. Since Russell had vanished after finishing the world's construction, all major and minor affairs had fallen to her. She could not handle everything alone, so she invited Hestia to help.
Back when Russell had been King of Gods, the two of them had worked one inside and one outside, coordinating seamlessly.
Yet just as Hestia reached the entrance to the hall, she saw Athena looking pale and drained, as well as Russell slamming tables and kicking chairs. She vaguely heard talk of him "losing his temper," and immediately dropped the trident in her hand in fright.
The times were different now. Russell had created heaven and earth and remade the world. If he lost his temper, it