Chapter 59 Acting

Choosing to come here and watch the drama unfold was definitely the right decision!

To prevent Hermes from continuing her bizarre ramblings, Apollo quickly recovered from his shock and hurriedly restrained her restless body.

Just before she flew to the bed, which was fraught with danger, and to pay homage to the goddess of love and beauty, he pressed her head down firmly, preventing her from jumping up for a while.

"?!!"

Hermes was forced to face the gods, who were now paying more attention to her, in this humiliating state.

She was horrified.

Could it be that that bastard Apollo already knows she intends to take this opportunity to increase her favor with Aphrodite and make Aphrodite owe her a favor?!

Damn it... Being able to make predictions is amazing!

"Let me go..."

Just as Hermes was trying to break free from Apollo's shameless restraints, she never expected that he would bow slightly to her in front of everyone present.

He was able to close the distance between them, bringing his thin lips, which always uttered inexplicable words, closer to her ear.

It was as if the two of them would cling tightly together at any moment.

The gods had come here simply to join in the fun, and now, seeing this new spectacle that was clearly no less exciting than Aphrodite's affair with Ares the day after her wedding, they all widened their eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh my god, is it starting again?"

"The air seems to be filled with the cloying, sour smell of love..."

"How I wish Olympus would hold a new wedding banquet tomorrow!"

"Hermes and Apollo are such a perfect match, everyone. And with the goddess of love and beauty here, I told you there was definitely something going on between them, didn't I?"

"That's really harsh of you! This is perfectly innocent!"

Some even whistled at Hermes and Apollo, drawing the attention of the original protagonists, Aphrodite, Ares, and Hephaestus.

"Hiss..." Hera and Zeus both hissed in perfect unison.

Although it was just as hot as fire, the breath that deliberately masked her senses was more alluring than those eyes that were fixed solely on her.

He ignored the onlookers and focused all his attention on her.

Hermes grimaced, drooped her head, and stopped struggling, finding incredulously that she really couldn't stop feeling this way.

She enjoys being so close to Apollo... but that doesn't mean she'll let him do whatever he wants!

“I said, Hermes,” Apollo raised an eyebrow, his expression a half-smile, “you’re not planning to sweetly call me brother while ruthlessly stomping on my foot, are you?”

Hermes, eager to try: "..."

I'll say it again—being able to make predictions is amazing!!!

Hermes, gritting her teeth, said, "No, actually I was going to tear your clothes off so everyone could see how good your figure is."

Before she could finish speaking, Hermes suddenly kicked her foot and flew out from under Apollo's grasp.

Just as she was about to reach out and do it, she saw a faint blush appear on his face, and she felt her ears go weak.

Apollo coughed lightly, calmly facing Hermes, who recoiled from his hand in fright at his appearance, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Thank you, but I only wanted you to see it."

He paused, meeting those suddenly widened emerald green eyes.

“In my palace and temple.”

These were voices and words that only he and she could hear.

Apollo appeared quite cautious, yet the words that came out of his mouth were breathtakingly savage and treacherous.

His beautiful, clear, light blue eyes were imprinted with a more earnest and persistent devotion than ever before.

Hermes instantly turned red from head to toe, and her entire being trembled and began to smoke.

No, no, no, no... What does this guy mean?

He seems quite proper and abstinent, but who would have thought he's such a repressed pervert!

Although he already did that last night...

Thinking of this, Hermes felt unbearably embarrassed and agitated, as if she was about to lose control and ascend to heaven at any moment.

Just as the gods were discussing the two main gods whose relationship seemed rather ambiguous, the shrewd and calculating Queen Goddess finally snapped out of her reverie and regained her focus.

Hera frowned, her high, sharp eyebrows furrowed, her gaze fixed on them.

"What? What are you two whispering about, oblivious to everyone around you?"

Even Zeus looked thoughtful.

However, Hermes suddenly leaped three feet high and smashed through the palace roof with her iron head, standing shoulder to shoulder with Helios.

Helios, who was watching the show with his sun chariot parked above the palace, was startled by the sudden appearance of the small iron ball. He looked at the maiden goddess floating in front of him with a large bag on her head and marble ruins, with suspicion and uncertainty.

"I just happened to be passing by," Helios tried to explain dryly. "Are you going back? Or are you going to wander around somewhere else? Or should I give you a ride?"

Hermes was completely unable to distract herself from answering the question that the sun god had clearly been eavesdropping on for a long time.

She covered her face, muttering in panic, "What do I do? I think I've really messed up... Are you crazy?!"

Helios: "Oh, Hermes, you're not insulting me, are you?"

Hermes: "No, no, I can't fall behind. You're right, Sun God, I have to go back!"

Helios: "...Alright, alright, let's go quickly."

Hermes: "I'm back as cool as lightning, you bastard Apollo!!!"

As the tornado swiftly swept back into the hole in the palace below, Helios glanced sideways, patted his chest, and immediately decided to make a lightning-fast escape as well.

Watching a play can be risky. This time I was scared by Hermes, but next time it might be Apollo or Hera/Zeus!

Meanwhile, inside the palace, Aphrodite was inwardly marveling at the wonder of love while softly coaxing the expressionless Hephaestus to let her go, all the while Hera's voice blaming Apollo for not keeping Hermes in check.

Then, the familiar tornado descended from the sky, returning to the gods' sight once more.

The culprit, the god of fraud and theft, rushed toward the god of light, his angry hands already itching to touch his clothes.

"You wretched, annoying Apollo, I'll fight you to the death!"

Then came a bloody storm.

Hermes pounced on Apollo, pinching and pulling him violently.

Apollo, on the other hand, was forced to catch the childish little iron ball and was also forced to wrestle with her.

Apollo: "Calm down, calm down, you little brat."

Hermes: "You're making me even angrier!"

You know what, when these two amazing people, a man and a woman, start fighting... something just doesn't seem right.

They were as if their bodies were tightly intertwined, and with the special blessing of neither giving way to the other and neither distinguishing themselves from the other, they resembled a beautiful spring banquet scene, even more eye-catching than Aphrodite and Ares trapped on the bed next door.

The gods, witnessing this scene, all exclaimed in surprise.

Choosing to come here and watch the drama unfold was definitely the right decision!

After witnessing the love triangle between Aphrodite, Ares, and Hephaestus, you can also enjoy the complicated relationship between Hermes and Apollo – it's such a great deal!

Mount Olympus should be this lively and bustling!

"Wow~" Aphrodite chuckled, ignoring her lover Ares, who was also trapped beside her, and winked at Hephaestus. "Look, my dear, just for the sake of our lovely little Hermes~"

Ares frowned: "Afu, you..."

"Enough! This is utterly unreasonable!"

Hera's stern rebuke interrupted her good-for-nothing son's complaints and shut out all the surrounding chaos.

"What kind of behavior is this, Hermes and Apollo!" Although she seemed furious, her bright golden eyes were now dark and silent.

In Hermes's suddenly bright eyes, Hera twitched the corners of her mouth and stared straight into those eyes that were almost identical to those of a certain great god in her memory.

“Come to my residence afterwards.” She then glanced at Apollo, who was pushing Hermes aside and adjusting his own clothes, “and you.”

—Neither of you are going to escape.

The haughty yet warning demeanor of the noblewoman made all the gods present tremble.

"What's going on? The air feels colder."

"Tsk, looks like things are about to change..."

The ever-present Zephyr, looking at the regretful Eletia, gloated, "Look, daughter of Hera, those two who offended your mother are finally going to be punished!"

Unexpectedly, Eletia, upon hearing this, gestured with her lips towards him with a strange look in her eyes.

"What are you saying?" Eletia hugged the swaddling clothes in her arms tightly, even though the child inside wasn't a newborn. "My mother goddess is a merciful and kind goddess!"

Demeter, who was standing nearby, twitched her eye slightly and gave her niece a meaningful smile: "Yes, little Eletia, I have never seen a deity with a softer heart than your mother."

Poseidon immediately clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

That's true, who told Hera to be so patient, and to endure it for so long... But after experiencing so much, her patience must have reached its limit long ago, right?

Poseidon smiled and met Zeus's gaze as he looked towards the source of the sound.

Otherwise, his dear sister wouldn't have accepted his invitation and taken the initiative to come to the underwater world to find him.

Hera heard Poseidon's unrestrained laughter. She didn't care why he was acting crazy in public; she just felt a headache coming on and rubbed her forehead.

Her well-maintained, slender fingers touched the purple gemstone on her forehead, a new adornment recently presented to her by the rainbow goddess Iris.

"Hephaestus, release Ares and Aphrodite, that is an order."

With her meticulous mind and keen intuition, how could Hera not have noticed that this was a trap?

She had deliberately married Aphrodite, who was of noble birth and coveted by Zeus, to Hephaestus. Since her eldest son had not disobeyed her will then, he would certainly not refuse her command now.

Hephaestus silently untied the golden netting that covered the bed.

His fingers, rough and uneven from years of forging all sorts of objects, would occasionally touch the bodies of his wife and brother below the net, causing his dazed and confused mind to fall into a state of despair.

Ultimately, Hephaestus chose his brother, who was filled with anger and disdain, over his wife, who, though unfaithful, was tender and sweet to him.

Just like last night, when he kissed her on this bed, he hesitated but still agreed to her request.

Afterwards, the gods, still not satisfied, scattered like birds and beasts.

Hermes, feeling uneasy, walked alongside Apollo, following Hera and her ladies-in-waiting into the Queen's palace.

Zeus did not interfere at all.

He seems to be deliberately indulging them.

Hermes recalled the slight upturn of Zeus's lips when he bid her farewell, and always felt that it was a mask he never tired of wearing.

Perhaps the old man realized that everyone today... was putting on an act?

She couldn't help but have this doubt in her heart.