The fourth-generation God King Pallas had returned? The war across the universe was over? Zeus hadn't been able to defy the fate that was bound to come?
As the young God King Pallas made his declaration, much the same thoughts flashed through everyone's minds.
The leaders of the various nations breathed a sigh of relief. The war's end meant the stars in the sky would stop disappearing. The Solar System pileup they had feared would never happen, and Blue Star had escaped disaster once again.
Only Hodgson felt a pang of loss even as he relaxed. Zeus lost. There goes my investment.
"I refuse."
The High Priest of Apollo's Shrine had been about to say, "I accept," but instead he opened his mouth and shouted.
The divine war was decided. Pallas had won a crushing victory, and Zeus would either fall or be exiled. Did he really want to be pushed aside for serving a god like that?
He looked at Julius and marveled at how quickly fortunes changed. Fate did love to toy with people.
"I have decided to serve the great Pallas for the rest of my life."
Even if Pallas doesn't want my service, I'll serve him anyway. That's how devout I am.
"I, too, have decided to serve the great Pallas for the rest of my life."
"Praise Pallas! You are sovereign of the sky, ruler of the earth and Underworld, god of the Ocean. All things exist because of you, and the universe turns because of you..."
"Ah, Pallas! Sovereign of sky, earth, Ocean, Underworld, the Vast Cosmos, and all gods! Fourth-generation God King of Olympus, King of the Gods, God of All Gods!"
"..."
Inside the Religious Administration Association, the high priests of every major Shrine began praising Pallas as one. Whoever they had