After experiencing the pain of childbirth, the more she looked at the daughter in her arms, the happier she felt, and Scamander went to Sparta to take care of affairs, and now there were only mother and daughter here.

This is the only life in the world that has a connection to her, and this connection will not disappear, and she gently shakes her sleeping baby, imagining how beautiful she will be in the future.

The daughter of the Muse, the child of the goddess of art, must be the most charismatic goddess in the world in the future.

With this thought in mind, the muse chuckled softly, "Siren, my child, my baby~"

The water rippled, and three figures suddenly appeared beside the muse.

Their expressions were calm, and their eyes were unblinking as they looked at the baby in the muse's arms.

The muse was startled for a moment, then quickly regained his composure, and the smile at the siren disappeared, looking at the person with the same noble and indifferent look, "The three goddesses of fate, what do you want to prophesy to my child?" ”

Croso's eyes were blank, she glanced at the baby in Muse's arms, and then at Muse, "Can you accept our prophecy?" ”

The Muse asked, "Can I accept that these prophecies will come true?" ”

Krosso didn't speak, and the muse smiled: "No matter what the fate of this child is, I will listen calmly." ”

Ever since the Muse married the river god, she had been far away from Olympus, and if it weren't for the birth of a new goddess, they might never have seen the goddess of art that had convinced Aphrodite.

She was still so beautiful, so bright, and she was also a goddess, and Krosso only felt ashamed of herself.

Putting away these useless thoughts, she and her sisters looked at each other, and then understood what each other meant.

Croso looked at the little siren, his voice becoming ethereal and transparent, vibrating in the water like a cello, "She will defeat Athena." ”

The muse's hand tightened, waking up the sleeping siren.

The second goddess, Laxis, said, "She will be immersed in endless darkness." ”

The siren looked at her mother with innocent and ignorant eyes, but her mother looked stiffly ahead, and the siren stretched out her chubby little hand, and she heard a low, dark voice sound, and she looked over curiously.

"Her life will end at the hands of an ancient god."

The last sentence finally broke the muse's best disguise, and she looked at the last goddess, the goddess of death, in astonishment. She was always the last to give a prophecy, and her prophecies were all related to death, but the siren was her daughter, born as a god, and God was immortal, how could she die?

After the goddess of death uttered her prophecy, she put on the black veil again to cover her entire face, apparently reluctant to say more.

"Yes...... But my daughter is God, how could she ......"

For the first time, Krosso saw the muse's panicked expression, and after becoming a mother, all gods lived in fear. For example, the goddess of agriculture, who has fled to a place that even Zeus does not know about for the sake of her daughter, what will the Muse do?

Krosso sighed in his heart, but he couldn't bear to say: "God, too, will die, you should accept the fact that her fate must be borne by her, don't try to change her fate for her, that is impossible." ”

The muse's eyes widened, and his voice was vain: "However, when a man dies, he has a soul and will go to the underworld, and when a god dies, what will happen?" ”

Krosso's eyes turned pathetic as he looked at her, "Nothing." ”

Before the words fell, the figures of the three of them disappeared in front of them, and the muse reached out in vain to grab it, but only a ripple waved.

The good wishes, the bright future, and the happy life just now all dissipated like a shadow of water, and the muse felt like a shadow of water, and she felt like she was being beaten into the cold underworld, and she trembled, the siren was her only child, and her only hope, and now that this hope had been sentenced to death, she felt the horror again, thinking of the nightmare she never wanted to remember again.

Her sister Cleo's pained face was still in front of her, Cleo didn't speak, let herself sink more and more, trickling blood from her body, the crying muse was stopped by the other sisters, Athena's sarcastic smile was imprinted in her mind, Cleo whispered the name, and her head could not be lifted again.

Prometheus ......

Just for a man!

She gave up her godhead, she gave up her freedom, she gave up everything! Others thought that Cleo's knowledge led her to ruin, even if Cleo was more knowledgeable than Athena, even if she let Athena fail, so what, if it wasn't for Zeus's order, would Athena judge Cleo in public?

Only the Muse knew that it was his sister's secret lover Prometheus who did what annoyed Zeus, and it was his sister who helped her lover, so she was implicated. Zeus did not allow anyone to question his power, so he acquiesced to Athena's sentence and acquiesced in the punishment of one daughter against another.

Even their fathers are so cold-blooded, which shows what a terrible place Olympus is! She's been out for so long...... Why can't her daughter escape this fate!

"Wooden ...... Wooden ......"

The siren's finger slapped on the muse's face, and she wondered that there were two strings of marks on her mother's face, as if it were water, but the water did not merge with the water in the river, and she rubbed the muse's face curiously, and giggled.

The tears of the muse flowed even more, the siren had only been born for a few days, she was already able to speak, and soon she would grow up, and she would go on her own adventures, and then ...... The prophecy will be fulfilled.

No way! No way! No way!

The muse hugged the siren tightly, and the siren couldn't help but struggle, but the muse's strength grew.

The muse closed his eyes, let the tears run wildly, and then took a few deep breaths before he slowly calmed down.

I opened my eyes again, and my eyes were full of madness and determination.

She would never allow her daughter to have such a fate, never allow it.