That night, Hera, the goddess of blessings, visited Sparta and secretly met with King Menila and Queen Helen.

The couple was genuinely terrified of Olympus's queen visiting a small country that was not financially wealthy, and they would kneel respectfully at the feet of the goddess.

Hera turned her back to them and uttered a low, muffled voice:

"A few years ago, I lost the Golden Apple in a match against Athena and Venus, and I guess the news has spread among the people for a long time..."

“... Yes, a little sniff. ”

In the face of the moody and arrogant goddess, the king of Sparta did not dare to hide anything, especially until he understood her intentions.

"I'm going to... I will take revenge on Paris, the man who insulted me, and who is now the king of Troy, and I must not let him go—"

Hera turned suddenly, glaring at the kneeling couple, her gaping white pupils covered in cobweb-like blood.

Her eyes were filled with extreme anger and hatred, as if she no longer saw the king and queen, but the enemies she least wanted to see.

After a loud roar, Hera returned to calm. Squinting her eyes, she locked onto the kneeling couple with a sinister gaze, her beautiful smile revealing a cold chill.

"You two, if you will help me, I will repay you. I... It will give you both eternal youth and life. ”

"It is an honor for us as a couple to serve the Goddess, and it is also our duty. ”

Naturally, God's gifts are generous. It would not be an exaggeration to describe the current Menila as a desire for profit.

Hera was amused by his servile appearance.

She stooped down and gently picked up Queen Helen's jaw with the long, thin nail on her right index finger. She scrutinized the face with a satisfied look.

"The day after tomorrow, Paris will arrive here with a fleet and make a short stop at your palace. The promise of Ivinus that he will fall in love with you and take you to Troy. Be obedient to him, my dear child, and use all your charms to make him enchant you and do your bidding. When your husband leads the Greek army to Troy to rescue you, you have to cooperate with him inside and out, understand?"

"Yes, diva. ”

"This time, I'm going to let Troy die, and make that hateful man worse than dead!"

Hera's fair fingertips ran through Helen's long, smooth chestnut hair, so gently that it was so disproportionate to the resentment she squeezed out between her teeth.

"Then, when the city of Troy falls, all the gold, silver, and jewels in the palace will be yours. Menilla, then, you shouldn't have any complaints, right?"

She squinted at the king with a wicked gaze.

"Thank you, Goddess, for the reward. ”

Conspiracy, often premeditated...

Paris is coming. When he saw Helen for the first time, he couldn't help but fall in love with her.

So, on the night that Menilla "went out of the palace to run errands", Paris forcibly kidnapped Helen. Then, his fleet rushed offshore.

Probably no one had noticed, but Helen, who had already expressed her submission to Paris, sat in a corner of the side of the ship and laughed silently.

The smile was more like the schadenfreude of a predatory hunter when he saw his prey fall into the trap she had carefully laid.

The Greek war with Troy broke out. However, the war was much more complicated and protracted than Hera had originally anticipated...

The sacred grove of Olympus is filled with birds and flowers. Even if it is a bitter winter in the world, it will be a warm spring with the sun shining here.

The white unicorn came running from far to near like a gust of wind, stopped, and the girl on its back jumped onto the lawn. Immediately a maid gathered around her, and took the golden bow in her hand and the deerskin holster with the golden arrows.

"Artimis, how did you get today?"

Carette greeted her and handed her a glass of fruit wine with a smile.

"It's not bad. ”

Artemis drank the elixir.

"But you are really, I finally asked you out, but you insisted on not shooting with me. ”

"You know equestrianism isn't my forte. Then again, no other god has a hunting skill that can easily match your Artimis. ”

Apollo's sister, Artimis, the daughter of Zeus and Leto, the goddess of time, was the goddess of the moon and the hunt.

Among the Titans, her riding skills and hunting skills were top-notch. Trying to hunt with her, Carette thought unless something went wrong with her brain.

"Oh, okay..."

was praised by Carette a little fluttering, she took her female companion's hand and said:

"I'm really tired now, let's go take a spring bath, you should stay with me this time." ”

"Oh, how dare you disobey, my goddess. ”

They talked and laughed as they walked to the lake made by a clear spring.

This is where Artimis must come after every hunt. Every time, she has to take a good wash to get rid of the dust from the exercise on her body.

Artimis untied his long, moonlight-colored hair that was coiled around his head, stripped naked and jumped into the middle of the lake in a few strokes. As usual, the servants used jade scoops to scoop up water and wash her body.

Carette also loosened the straps of her long skirt.

A young man, covered in scars and mud, stumbled in.

He clenched a matching sword in his right hand, and several of the worst wounds around him were gurgling red blood, running down his body and the downward blade to the ground.

The girls screamed, frightened by his embarrassed appearance.

Artimis, in particular, standing in the middle of the lake, was naked, and her cries were exaggerated, even though the maids had used their bodies in front of her to cover her up.

Kareta was also terrified.

In Olympus, where humans had never dared to set foot, an unidentified man suddenly appeared, covered in blood, a situation she had never encountered before. In desperation, she could only hurriedly pull a dress and wrap it around her body.

The man gasped for breath, and he looked around blankly, as if he understood something.

"Yes... I can't afford it..."

A muddled sound came from his throat. In full view of everyone, he turned to leave, but finally fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and then fainted.

There was silence –

Artimis's cheerful mood has long since vanished without a trace. She fled ashore as fast as she could, annoyed by what had just happened.

"Yo! What a damn thing, how dare you peek at the goddess taking a bath and defile this sacred land with filthy blood! I want you to be blind and turn you into a toad! You will pay the price for your disrespect to God!"

"Wait a minute! Don't curse him like that!"

Karette stopped her just in time.

She approached the injured man and noticed that he was not dressed differently from ordinary people.

Jeweled headdresses, gold belts, elaborate swords and daggers, and satin fabrics were all luxuries for the nobility.

Now, Kareta wanted to know more about who he was and what had happened to him.

"I don't think he came in here on purpose..."

"What are you talking about! You have a share in being peeked at by such a filthy man, how can you help him exonerate!"

"I didn't mean to speak for him. You look at him as if he's just been through a fight and he's exhausted. Do you think such a person would be in the mood to run into our sacred forest and peek at the girls taking a bath?"

"If today's events reach the gods, I, Artimis, will surely be laughed off by them!"