Meanwhile, on War God Mountain.
A shadowy figure appeared stealthily in front of the Great Temple, occasionally poking its head out to peer inside.
Athena, who was reading a scroll under the fluorite lamp, looked up and glanced at the familiar figure in the darkness, sighing helplessly.
"Auntie, if you have something to say, just come in. Nobody is stopping you."
Upon hearing this, Hestia outside chuckled awkwardly and slipped into the empty Great Temple. After hesitating for a moment, she began to speak in a stumbling manner.
"Athena, may I make a small suggestion?"
"What is it?"
"Can't you be gentler with him instead of being so harsh every time?"
Athena closed the scroll in her hand, looking at the Goddess of the Hearth before her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"What, are you feeling pity for him?"