In the palace of Eleusis, the palace where the queen lived.

In the dead of winter, snowflakes fall on rooftops and the ground. The cold wind outside and the fire burning inside the house form a convection, bringing gusts of breeze. Through the window, Metanella was able to see the guards guarding outside.

They are all the elite of the kingdom, and they are warriors who have reached the second order, they not only have extraordinary physique and are not afraid of cold and heat, but they can also use the energy in their bodies to temporarily increase themselves, and they can also wear heavy armor for hundreds of miles, or fight ordinary beasts with their bare hands.

In this era, they could almost be seen as the reserve of the high echelons of Eleusis, and after hundreds of years of development, this 'high-top' might even be replaced by a 'noble'. Therefore, it was a status symbol to be able to make them guards, but the queen knew that they were not really here to protect herself.

On the contrary, they are here to protect this thriving country from being destroyed by themselves. And all this because of Metaniela's complaint against the goddess of agriculture.

Everyone 'forgot' the existence of the little prince, or rather, more commoners didn't know what happened, but the queen didn't want to 'forget', and everyone was grateful for the presence of the goddess, because she made the natural disaster less terrible, but the queen was equally unwilling to be grateful.

Even when she saw that the people of Eleusis were grateful to Demeter, Metaniera tried to tell them the truth behind the scenes—she didn't expect people to understand her, but at least they should remember that Demorphon died because of it, and his name should not be obscure.

Then from that day on, the queen was brought back to the palace.

Obviously, although Demeter herself had left the dead child behind, and she did not want to recall the failed work, no one else dared to let the 'stain' of the goddess spread. Even King Chryce began to have some speculations about the beginning and end of that incident.

The goddess is temperamental and treats mortals like ants, but if the 'ants' in her eyes don't get in her way, then Demeter won't do anything.

This is God's contempt for man as much as man's contempt for livestock. After figuring this out, although the pent-up pain in the king's heart was not erased, it inevitably made him let go of his worries a little. At least he understood that as long as he did everything according to the Goddess's will, the same calamity would not befall his firstborn again.

Under such circumstances, he naturally would not allow anything unexpected to happen, let alone allow Metaniela's remarks to affect the image of God in the eyes of the people, and thus shake the faith of the goddess. So even if he understood the grief in the queen's heart, he still coldly locked her in his palace.

He thought that time would erase everything, and that the importance of the eldest son and family would gradually make Metaniela let go of unrealistic thoughts. After all, the dead are irretrievable, and the living have to continue to live. But obviously, Cryus did not know that for some people, the status of the living could never prevail over the dead.

So on this day, when night fell, the queen rebuked all the maids who came to 'take care' of her, or simply not to let her do blasphemous acts. She closed the window with a curtain and took out a box of fine incense that she had tanned with her own hands.

It was the fruit of two months of Metanella's efforts, a spice made with a special recipe. Take four parts of frankincense, benzoin, and two parts of incense respectively. One part cedar and ginger, half part vetiver, cardamom, cinnamon, juniper berries, iris and silk, plus seven dried raisins, a few drops of wine, honey and lotus. With these materials alone, if she wasn't the queen, there was no way to put them together.

Once she has the ingredients, she processes them separately according to different chronologies and rituals. She crushes the hay and rests it in an airtight container for two weeks, then mixes it with essential oils, wine, grapes, etc., and lets it sit again. After a month of waiting, she finally made the finished product into incense sticks and stored them in a small box.

It is said that such incense can communicate with the gods—at least that's what the gods say. So now, Metanella took it out and carefully set it on fire.

The light of the fire flickered for a moment, and then a faint mist swirled around the room, but then disappeared after extending a certain distance. It seemed to follow the queen's thoughts to some unknowable place, carrying with her some will.

As the minutes ticked by, the night deepened and sank. It wasn't until midnight, when the incense was about to burn out, that the void in front of him finally shook slightly under Metaniela's expectant gaze.

In a few moments, under the flickering of the candlelight, two existences that can be called 'short' slowly emerged and condensed. They were two children who looked like they were only ten years old, but looking at them, the queen's eyes were only scruples and longings.

"Looks like you're ready."

The boy spoke first, followed by the girl.

"Choose one of us."

Looking at the mortals in front of them, Volos and Eros said flatly:

"So now...... Make a choice. ”

"This is the only chance in your life to take revenge on God."

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In the queen's bedchamber, the conversation continued.

This was not the first time the two had met, in fact, she had already seen the two child-like gods shortly after she was imprisoned in the palace.

In a simple demonstration, the two ten-year-olds shot a golden arrow, and a determined guard fell in love with a stone as his own. This terrifying scene not only made the queen feel cold, but also made her believe in the identity of the other party.

In the simple conception of human beings in Kaos, influencing the human mind is far more terrible than killing a person's body. So, without much suspicion, Metanella decided that the person who came was a god far more powerful than Demeter. And after a brief conversation with the other party, the queen also understood what the other party meant.

They were willing to help her take revenge on the goddess of agriculture - or rather, to help her achieve their goals, so they came.

A golden arrow can bring irresistible love; A lead arrow that creates intolerable disgust. They put two arrows in front of the queen, asked her to choose one, and then gave her a goal to decide—of course, that goal had to do with the object of her revenge.

"I want to know...... Can you bring Demolphon back to life? ”

In the smoke that rose from the burning of the incense, the queen said hopefully. Although she had been thinking for a long time about revenge on Demeter, she would prefer to bring her child back to life if possible.

This was far more meaningful than revenge, but in front of her, the two young and girl-like gods just shook their heads together, and then said in turn:

"Although I would love to say that we wouldn't say yes even if we could."

"Because we're not here to help you make your wishes come true."

"But actually."

"We really can't do that."

It's like a heart-to-heart connection, although one person has a word, but it doesn't sound like the slightest sense of separation.

Seeing the queen's gaze change from anticipation to despair, Volos and Eros continued:

"Because his soul is dead, too."

"At least not in the spirit realm."

"Divine power can do that."

"And no one is going to hold her accountable for her case."

"Now, make a choice—it's your only chance." x2

At the end of the sentence, overlapping voices echoed through the room. And when the hope in the queen's heart was extinguished, the flame of hatred became even more intense.

In these days of captivity in disguise, Metanella is also reminiscing about that night. Her child was killed, and there may have been a reason for her bothering, but the essence of the matter was God's lofty attitude. Demeter had never really poured his affection into Demorphon - and if he had, it was definitely not much.

She only regarded Demorphon as her perfect work, and then she was only determined to destroy the flawed creation. Then the greatest punishment for such an existence is naturally to let her have a descendant who truly belongs to her and brings her eternal shame.

"I choose the Golden Arrow, Your Highness Volos."

Clenching her fists, the queen said word by word:

"I want you to shoot it at the ugliest of the gods, and then give birth to the feelings of possession of Demeter in the gods of him."

"I want them to have the same ugly child together......"

"There is no ugly god, Metaniela. Even the most ordinary-looking true god can hardly describe his appearance as ugly. ”

Unaware of the existence of Hephaestus, Volos, who carried the golden arrow, denied the queen's claims.

"Then I'm going to love the weirdest and most brutal gods!"

Gritting his teeth, Metanella even looked at Eros on the side. Or rather, the lead arrow she carried.

"If you can shoot her another arrow, let her hate that god from the bottom of her heart......"

"You can't do that either, you don't have the ability."

Casually denied, Eroth's expression was a little nonchalant.

"Our arrows have power for revenge, not for nothing. If you were a god, the hatred of the killer would be enough to wield two arrows, and even their effects would be extraordinary. ”

"Unfortunately, you're just a mortal. So no matter how great your hatred is, you can only make one effective, and the effect it brings will not be permanent. ”

“……”

Silent, after repeated rejections, the queen finally calmed down a little.

She looked at the twins in front of her, and an inexplicable sadness and anger arose in her heart. Again, just as Demeter once looked down on her as if she were nothing, so are the two gods who had come to 'help' her.

They just use themselves as a tool...... But maybe he didn't care about his life anymore, so looking at them, Motanella couldn't help but mock:

"Why, then, are you in front of me? Do gods also need the help of mortals? ”

"Huh-"

With a disdainful laugh, Eros didn't pay any attention to the queen's meaning. Uninteresting mortals, meaningless emotions...... Of course, it might make sense to her, but Eros didn't want to understand.

She pulled out the golden arrow from her twin brother's back and threw it at the queen's side. The resentment in the other party's heart can't escape her perception, so no matter what, she will definitely not give up.

"We will satisfy you—with your blood, with a vengeance, to saturate this arrow. When you're done with that, we'll go to the finish half. ”

"After that, I'll be with you—"

Snort –

The golden arrow pierced her breast, but the queen did not seem to feel pain. The blood gushing from her chest soaked the arrow, making it seem as if its power was gradually awakening.

A strong hatred flashed through Metaniera's eyes, not just for Demeter, but for all the gods who were there. However, on the other side of her, the Eros Twins, who were watching all this, were only stunned for a moment, and then ignored them indifferently.

The determination to show hatred with her own life may also be because her husband and son bent their knees in front of the enemy, making her give up hope in life. But the joys and sorrows of man and God are not connected, and the two only think that her behavior is ridiculous.

Can she prove anything? Not really. Her actions could do nothing but move herself and make her loved ones sad.

Bang——!

"Remember what you promised me...... ......"

Falling to the ground, the queen's voice sounded intermittently, and finally disappeared. When the room was quiet again, Volos stepped forward to pick up the golden arrow, then shook the excess blood off it.

The Twins saw clearly that when Metanella lost her life, her soul left her body and went to the underworld. She will follow the River Styx into the realm of all spirits, where she will be washed of her memories and reincarnated.

This is also the reason why the Twins feel ridiculous about this, after all, even such a fiery hatred is meaningless in front of the laws of the world. By the time she came to the Well of Reincarnation along the River of Oblivion, those unforgettable memories had long since passed away with the wind.

"Hmm...... So if you choose someone, how about Poseidon? ”

Looking at Eros, who didn't know if it was her sister or her sister, Volos casually suggested.

He had heard the name of this god before, and it was said that his hobby was a little different from that of normal gods, and that the spirit world had already received many souls of his gods. And the forms of those godborns are all very unique in short.

This undoubtedly met Metanella's requirements, so Voros was the first to think of him.

"I don't have a problem with that, she chose your arrows anyway."

"But then again...... Are you really going to fulfill her wish? ”

Some replied indifferently, but on another point, Eros was a little puzzled.

Before coming, the man who seemed to be their Father—and maybe not—told them what was going on here, and what they could get from Demeter on that ground—but he said it as if it were a 'threat' and didn't get them to act on it.

Therefore, although the queen has performed a lot before, showing her strong emotions, in fact, since the beginning of the fight, the twins have no intention of carrying out this agreement. They just need an arrow that can deter Demeter, and as for the hatred of mortals, it can be repaid or not.

After all, the reason why they need 'revenge' is only influenced by the laws of conception. Because unlike the original trajectory of fate, the Twins, who were directly involved in the formation of the divine body by the blood of the Heavenly Father, were not only influenced by love and beauty, but also had some close ties with the power of the three goddesses of vengeance.

But in the end, they are not the goddess of revenge, so they don't have any obsession with helping others take revenge.

As for not believing in words – unfortunately, the newborn twins don't have much of a moral outlook to speak of.

"Well—that's so, but Eroth, can't we shoot him?"

Putting away the cleaner golden arrows, feeling the power of the hatred on them to gradually 'wake up', Volos asked casually.

"It's just a 'suggestion', a 'suggestion' we can threaten her, but it doesn't affect her to see the power first, doesn't it, anyway, that goddess of agriculture doesn't know that I only have one golden arrow."

Across from him, there was a moment of silence, and Eros thought for a moment, then nodded decisively.

"You're right, you should be able to ...... Yes, that seems to be the case! ”

It's interesting to listen to, so why say no? You know, although they are erotic twins, in fact, they have just been born and have not seen what real fanatical love looks like, and it is not bad to see them now.

As for what will happen to Poseidon and Demeter, Eros doesn't pay attention to that. Perhaps it was the slight influence of the essence of the primordial gods, although the power was almost gone, but a certain state of mind remained.

Just as the gods treated mortals, there was no difference between Demeter and Poseidon in the eyes of Eros. Even if they have great power, at best, it is the difference between cattle and sheep and lions and tigers.

None of them are of the same kind, and opinions that are not of the same kind can naturally be ignored.

"Then let's go!"

The attitude changed, and even began to urge, and with a flicker of the void, the twins' figures disappeared into the room.

The queen's palace was quiet, and only a slight smell of blood slowly spread out. And all the while, they did not look at the body of the queen of the earth again.

……

South Sea, the palace of the Sea Emperor.

Holding the fishman beside him, the guy who didn't know how many generations he had inherited, Poseidon took a sip of the wine and looked at the dancing song and dance in front of him.

He is in a very good mood now, the losses caused by the previous great flood have finally been made up, and the human development on the island is also okay, except that the Ocean God System still can't beat it, it seems that there is nothing that makes him feel dissatisfied.

Although he can't compare to Zeus, who is the god king, Poseidon feels that compared to Hades, his life has been very good, so gradually, this sea emperor is also a little addicted to pleasure.

There are still a lot of goals, but you can talk about them later, and it's okay to be happy for a day or two, so this kind of life has passed for a long time. Even if a premonition flashed in his heart, he still didn't know if it was an alarm.

(End of chapter)