Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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At the border between Tartarus and the Underworld, a subtle fluctuation slightly spread.

Bounding laws enveloped the area, ejecting a dark shadow from the void.

In an instant, a slight tremor spread throughout the Underworld, and the master of the Fields of Truth seemed to notice the change here.

But when Hades looked down, all he saw was the somewhat agitated edge of the Abyss.

It seemed spontaneous, yet possibly manipulated; Hades couldn’t make a judgment.

Yet thinking of the recent disturbances, he inevitably connected the two events.

"Underworld."

"Truly a season of many troubles…"

The voice was as deep as ever, ’a season of many troubles,’ had implied meanings as well as its literal interpretation.

Because it was indeed autumn in the Mortal Realm, and troubles had never been scarce for him. So at Hades’s side, Persephone was fiddling with the pomegranate she had planted, rather than staying atop Mount Olympus.

A few mint plants grew stubbornly next to the pomegranate, but the Queen of the Underworld clearly did not even glance at them.

Apart from the two people present, perhaps no one remembered that peremptory Naiad anymore. And even up to this day, Persephone found that person named Minta quite annoying.

Just like... God-King Zeus. Merely existing made her feel nauseated.

"What’s the matter, worrying about the disturbances in the World Power again?"

"I think you’re overthinking, this kind of thing is for the God-King to worry about."

Trimming the excess branches, Persephone nodded in satisfaction.

Growing more plants in the Underworld had always been one of her hobbies.

"The sky would be held up by the tall ones; think about reaching the sky, first become one of the tall ones."

"I wish I could, but that’s not something just wishing makes happen. I don’t want to consider these excess things, but when the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat suffer too."

Shaking his head, Hades saw the changing expression on Persephone’s face and knew she understood his point.

Yes, he was referring to the Fields of Truth being leveled not so long ago, speaking of divine terms.

If even Zeus barely managed it, who knew what price such a small fish as him would pay if the world were to shift.

"I heard you brought back Zeus’s thoughts this trip; what did he say?"

Not wanting to talk about these matters anymore, Hades also knew they couldn’t be rushed.

Though Persephone supposedly brought back Zeus’s orders for him when she returned from Olympus… that indeed seemed odd to Hades.

Earthly matters usually had nothing to do with him, and he hardly ever interfered, so what was the other party planning this time?

"Strictly speaking, it’s not an order from Zeus, Hera spoke to me privately. But after hearing her thoughts, to say that Zeus was uninformed would be a joke."

"She plans to attack Athens, to level Athena’s Mortal Sanctuary, the Parthenon Temple, to the ground. Although she has made many preparations, it’s still not enough, so she wants the deities of the Underworld to join in as well. That’s her request."

Speaking calmly, the Queen of the Underworld showed no personal emotion: "Will you agree?"

"Hera promised, after Athens is taken, a part of it will be given to you as a gift. But I imagine, you don’t care about mortal territories, right."

"Sort of, but the deities of the Underworld?"

Hades scoffed, recalling those so-called subordinates.

"Hera probably doesn’t mean me, so it must be Eris and others… heh, the Golden Apple was her gift, don’t they now prefer to follow Zeus’s command even more?"

"Let her deal with them, if they’re willing, I won’t stop them. After all... I can’t stop them."

Naturally, he could block them if he were able, but that would mean Hades was helping Athena.

However, for his niece and sister, he had no desire to intervene in either.

There truly were few mortal matters that Hades deemed significant nowadays. Yet this war was definitely not one of them. @@novelbin@@

"Let them fight, fight until rivers run red with blood."

"But as long as you can’t surpass Zeus, what good does winning do you?"

With Persephone around, Hades was somewhat informed about some earthly matters. For instance, for some unknown reason, he heard that Zeus seemed to have taken a liking to a prince named Ganymedes recently.

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At the border between Tartarus and the Underworld, a subtle fluctuation slightly spread.

Bounding laws enveloped the area, ejecting a dark shadow from the void.

In an instant, a slight tremor spread throughout the Underworld, and the master of the Fields of Truth seemed to notice the change here.

But when Hades looked down, all he saw was the somewhat agitated edge of the Abyss.

It seemed spontaneous, yet possibly manipulated; Hades couldn’t make a judgment.

But recalling the recent disturbances, he inevitably connected the two.

"Underworld."

"Truly a season of many troubles…"

The voice was as deep as ever, ’a season of many troubles,’ carrying implied meanings and its literal meaning.

Because it was indeed autumn in the Mortal Realm, and troubles had never been scarce for him. So at Hades’s side, Persephone was fiddling with the pomegranate she had planted, not staying atop Mount Olympus.

A few mint plants stubbornly grew next to the pomegranate, but the Queen of the Underworld clearly did not spare them even a glance.

Apart from the two parties present, perhaps no one remembered that outspoken Naiad anymore. And even up to today, Persephone found that person named Minta quite annoying.