Chapter 62 - Divine Cold War! [4]

In the west of the hot continent Apelika, there was a kingdom called Sowaria, with its capital, Aetheria, in the province of Eldoria.

A tall, muscular, dark-skinned man with loose white hair and a braided beard sat on a throne in a tent, dressed in a deep brown tunic, a necklace in the shape of gold teeth, and a golden crown on his head. The king looked at his general with a wicked smile.

– Organize an attack on the United Kingdom, he must have taken his entire army to Miragea. – He commanded with a wicked smile on his face. – The territory must be defenseless. I have already spoken to the other kings, it will be a massacre! – the king supposed, with a wicked look intensified by Hera's beauty in his mind.

Next to the king stood the crown prince, a man with olive skin, tall stature, well-defined muscles and penetrating amber eyes. Dressed in a black and gold kimono, his black hair tied behind, he smiled with joy. – It's a good opportunity for us to put an end to those Treadways and take the favor of the god king... And I can take the goddess of perfection, the most beautiful goddess as my woman... I heard that the Treadway didn't take her to Miragea, father... – he said, drooling at the idea of having Hera II in his bed.

The king laughed, slamming his leg on the ground and his hand on the arm of the throne. – No, no, boy! The goddess is mine! You won't have enough strength to tame the goddess of perfection, a daughter of Zeus, after all! – he said with a wicked smile on his face, making the prince jealous.

The General, with black armor covering his entire body, held a black helmet in his hand and bowed his head in reverence to the king. – Sovereign! Please, you are infinite in wisdom. Think with this humble servant. – he started, drops of his sweat falling to the floor.

– The Treadway is a vile, malevolent, and a dubious king with monstrous strength. His wisdom works at every moment to bring down his enemies. He is a bloodthirsty man, his actions in the Murim empire and in England already show that. They say that he laughs alone and does not sleep, always plotting against others. Now, does it make sense to think that he doesn't have some kind of evil plan to stop those who try to invade his country in his absence? And on top of that, leave his astonishing woman, the goddess of perfection defenseless?! – the general asked humbly, helping the king and prince off the horse of arrogance.

The General, with his head down, continued. – The captain of the princes of war and supreme commander of the Union army confirmed to me that it is not advisable for us to attack the United Kingdom since the Treadway has an alliance with the Amazons and the Murim, two of the six most powerful armies in the world. Therefore, ending this humble reasoning, is it still advisable to attack...? – he asked, his constricted pupils trembling, and his sweat soaking her face.

The general's sweat and trembling were not because of the intense heat of the continent, but because he knew many stories about Arthur. The coldness of his heart, the bloodbath in Camelot, the collection of giants' heads he made in taking of the throne of the Jade empire, the Murim empire now, and so many other stories...

The king and the prince exchanged glances and swallowed hard, their reactions showing agreement with the general.

The king cleared his throat and looked at the general. – So, let's wait for Captain Mara's instructions... – he retreated, exchanging looks of concern with the prince.

Outside the tent where the agreement took place, a servant in a simple white robe, black hair, black eyes, and a smile that showed her fangs, hid behind the tent, listening to the conversation. "My goddess will be proud of me for this!" she thought, her pupils taking the form of bulging pink hearts.

A clear and seductive yet authoritative and dominating feminine voice in the girl's mind. "Well done, daughter. Now, keep making the crown prince's head. You have to marry him and be the queen of Sowaria!" ordered the voice, her voice widening the servant's smile even more and turning her face red.

Blushing, with dilated eyes in the shape of hearts, she sighed. "Ahh... G-Goddess... Y-Your voice... I will do whatever you want..." she answered, panting with trembling knees.

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ATHENA OLYMPUS

The next morning in Athena, we were all gathered in the meeting room of the Assembly of the Gods headquarters.

I was sitting in a chair in front of Zeus' throne with a golden armor that covered my entire body, only the helmet was missing. I left my hair down—I didn't have time to fix it.

I couldn't sit on Zeus' throne, but since I was first in the succession list, I was the heiress. I could sit in the front as regent in my father's absence.

I glanced lightly at Aphrodite. The wretch was wearing a long white tunic that covered her entire body, her golden hair tied back with diamond jewelry.

Her white skin differentiated her from the other gods, except for Hera II. As much as she hid her body under her tunic, the volume of her breasts, hips and backside were clear. It was strange for her to wear clothes that covered her body, but it had been two years since she dressed that way.

I couldn't contain the vein of indignation on my forehead. I gritted my teeth. "That viper poisoned me..." I thought, seeing her sitting in the stands talking to Hebe with innocent smiles.

Hermes, the blond with short, curly hair—messy is the correct expression—had an athletic and tanned body. The famous petasos on his head and the talaria sandals on his feet marked his identity. He had always been the most talkative of the gods, but also one of the most reliable, and my ally.

Standing in the center of the room, Hermes looked at the gods with a worried face. He wore a white tunic covered in gold. Veins pulsed on his face, and his fists were clenched.

– … How can we accept that this human, this Treadway, continues to dirty the name of the gods?! His very existence is an insult! He incites other mortals to rebel against us, this is absurd, and in a while, the gods will cease to exist! – Hermes said, drawing the attention of the gods.

Aphrodite looked at Hermes, seemed to hear his speech, but when she noticed my gaze, she looked back with an innocent smile.

I had no doubt that this viper had poisoned me. Being our father's lover made her uncontrollable! I needed to correct this somehow.

My brother, Prince Dionysus, wore a pink tunic. His brown hair was shoulder-length, his beard groomed, and his belly as big as ever. A crown of vine and ivy leaves. Tanned skin, one of the characteristics of the Olympians—in addition to our phenomenal height and floating hair.

Dionysius, sitting on the benches with his brown eyes resting arrogantly on Hermes, had a glass of wine in his hand and laughed like a drunkard. – KaKaKa… Tell me that all this is not because the mortal humiliated you in a fight...? – he teased, with his finger in his nose.