Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

So it makes sense that Aphrodite is a brainless waste of space.

"Sensible..."

"Hmph, waste of space."

Muttering under her breath, Hera turned around.

Although the outcome wasn’t perfect, her goal was more or less achieved.

This troublesome mortal was finally going to die.

...

"Dong——"

"Dong——"

"Dong——"

In the City of Athens, the bell tolled repeatedly.

Under the pitch-black night sky, large squads of guards suddenly started to patrol.

Lavish carriages emerged from all corners of the city, some gathering together, others proceeding alone.

But without a doubt, their destination was one and the same, the Royal Palace of Athens.

Because despite the city now being under lockdown, some news had still seeped in from the outside.

Whether through channels of magic or means of divine arts, a piece of news, true or false, had quickly spread among these ’prominent figures’ of Athens.

The King of Athens, Theseus, was critically wounded and near death, all because he had repeatedly provoked the Olympian Gods and had finally received divine punishment.

...

"Make way!"

Woken up from her sleep, Andrea hurriedly dressed in her robes.

Gathering up the hem of her garment, heedless of the carriage that wasn’t yet ready, she ran towards the inner area of the Royal Palace.

She was not the first to know the news; in fact, she had only learned what had happened today after receiving Theseus’s command.

The conflict between the incarnations of All Gods had been firmly kept outside the City of Athens by the strength of the Shield of Aegis, to the extent that most people were unaware of anything other than the fact that the Royal City seemed to have been attacked.

In such a case, naturally, no one would pay attention to a princess, especially one who was a Godhood Practitioner. After all, though it wasn’t expressly forbidden, it had been many years since Chaos had seen a king who used divine arts.

"Wait, are you Princess Andrea?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from ahead.

Andrea looked up slightly; it was the ruler of a city-state within the territory of Athens.

Before Theseus, the vast majority of city-states within the Panhellenic sphere of influence had their own rulers, laws, and armies. It would be more accurate to describe them as being in a suzerain-vassal relationship with Athens rather than parts of it.

But with the centralization and wars following Theseus’s rise to power, these rulers of the city-states ultimately complied under the proclamation of the King of Athens, and they, too, came to Athens, becoming members of the assembly.

Theseus promised them that they would discuss the kingdom’s development in the form of a classical republic, but in reality, everyone knew he was a dictatorial king.

"I am, what do you need?"

Despite the urgency in her heart, Andrea still tried to briefly keep her composure. @@novelbin@@

At this moment, stability was more important than anything, at least until she could verify her father’s true state—

"What I mean is, Princess, as a Godhood Practitioner, you shouldn’t be here right now." Your journey continues on NovelBin.Côm

The earl smiled faintly, seeming to be in a good mood. He appraised the princess before him, shaking his head gently.

"You are a servant of God, why bother with worldly matters? Please go back. As a member of Athens, we will check His Majesty’s condition, and considering his divine might, he probably won’t have any issues."

"But it was my father who summoned me here."

Andrea took a deep breath, attempting to explain. However, the earl before her kept on talking incessantly.

"No, if His Majesty is fine, he could visit you in The Temple anytime with his abilities. If he is unwell—I’m sorry to be blunt, but I doubt the authenticity of your summons."

"As far as I know, the predicament facing Athens now either stems from the will of the Gods or is due to some tricksters proficient in lewd magic. Who knows—"

Divine Arts [Decree·Intimidation]!

Her eyes flickered with divine light, and Andrea uttered a word that sounded impossible to be produced by human language.

In the next moment, as if his spirit had suffered a heavy blow, the earl collapsed to the ground.

He was not this incompetent, but the earl did not expect Andrea to take action against him here. In fact, if it were a normal time, he would be right in his assumption.

But with tensions high, Andrea seemed to recall her brief and thrilling adventure from before. Subconsciously, she had struck down the person before her, only to then realize what she had done.

"Your Highness, you—"

The onlookers nearby seemed shocked, but Andrea was even more frustrated at the moment.

Unsure how to deal with her actions, and grateful there were no deaths... But since she didn’t know how to handle it, she decided not to handle it at all!

"Make way."

She spoke again, then strode forward.

To Andrea’s surprise, no one else stepped in front of her as she proceeded into the inner palace.