"Artemis, what are you doing? You're frightening this innocent child."
Aphrodite shouted indignantly.
At that moment, she felt utterly miserable.
The title of most beautiful goddess had been about to fall into her hands, only for Artemis to charge out halfway.
Even a duck already at her lips could fly away. She was furious.
But Artemis was not remotely intimidated by her, nor did her beautiful face soften her heart.
Her tone firm and her manner sharp, she shot back.
"An Orthodox God of Mount Olympus, losing her temper over a child's choice? Does it matter that much to you that he calls you beautiful?"
"How have you spent these thousands of years? Have you forgotten the fearlessness with which you once struggled and fought through Doomsday, unafraid of life or death?"
"You..."
Those words left Aphrodite choking on her reply. She did indeed care deeply about the words Paris had been about to blurt out.
But she had not forgotten those turbulent years. She simply wanted to be the most beautiful goddess in Olympus, with just a tiny bit of vanity at work.
She wanted to argue back, but when she saw Artemis turn her fire on Hera, Queen of the Gods, she promptly swallowed her defense.
"And you, Hera! As Queen of the Gods, a model for the gods, is this the example you set, leading the scramble for this scrap of vanity?"
Seeing Artemis unleash her full firepower.
Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, consoled herself inwardly.
Hmm... going after me alone wasn't acceptable, but now that Artemis has gone after Hera too, I'm actually not as angry as I was.
Besides, although Paris didn't finish, everyone knows whom he meant.
But Hera was not so good-tempered. Zeus had broken her heart lately, and she had finally decided to