If Athena, goddess of wisdom, was striking and valiant, and Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, was dazzling, then the goddess who had just descended was the picture of regal elegance.
The Goddess held a scepter. Beautiful curls spilled from beneath her crown, and her arms were white as lilies. Fragrance rose from her splendid robes. Her bright, Shattered Gold-flecked green eyes swept indifferently over everyone present, her expression full of majesty.
If an ordinary person looked at others that way, they would take offense. Who in the Presidential Palace had not once been courted and admired? Even the formerly overlooked Theologians had become sought after by political leaders once the fog concealing the truth of history had lifted. They were used to looking down on others, not being looked down upon.
Yet no one in the Presidential Palace resented this Goddess's gaze. They even felt honored that she would look upon them from on high.
To be noticed by a goddess meant they were her subjects, not insignificant ants.
Ever since Athena's descent, Sphinx the Lion had hidden desperately behind the others, making herself as inconspicuous as possible for fear that the goddess would notice her and crush her to death with a scepter. But the moment this new goddess descended, Sphinx teleported to her side and crouched. Her lion's tail swayed, and an ingratiating smile spread across her majestic golden human face.
Sphinx was fawning over the newly arrived Goddess... At the sight, many recalled that Lion Sphinx was a pet. The Goddess's identity was obvious.
"Praise the great Queen of Heaven, Hera!"
Almost instantly, everyone who realized who she was knelt again.
One of the twelve chief gods of Olympus, daughter of the previous King of the Gods, Cronus, wife of the current King of the Gods,