So when Lia first saw news about Hera in the reports, she was shocked.

Because the news was about two god-kings vying for the title of the most beautiful goddess in the world.

Hera was the stunningly beautiful goddess who was the object of much competition.

The world's most beautiful goddess is actually a retainer in her household?!

Moreover, this retainer was Zeus's wife.

So their family has this connection with the God-King?

However, Zeus only won in name.

But Hades chose to concede, which meant that the final stakes also went to Zeus.

Doesn't that mean Zeus actually won the heart of the beauty?

"Zeus was right about one thing: Hera was indeed his former wife."

Persephone crossed his arms over his chest, crossed one of his smooth, flawless long legs, and wore a mocking expression.

Lia, who was listening nearby, was curious and leaned closer with a puzzled look on her face.

What does "lost" mean?

"But now..."

Persephone did not explain in detail, but simply said:

Even if Zeus wins, it remains to be seen whether Hera will still acknowledge him as her husband.

She smiled, then turned her gaze back to the battlefield.

Persephone's eyes also gleamed with anticipation; she was equally curious about what her husband would say to Zeus next.

Seeing this, Lia also withdrew her curiosity and followed Persephone's gaze to Zeus.

At this moment, Hades relaxed his clenched fist.

The crimson, sharp spear disintegrated into countless crystalline fragments in mid-air, vanishing without a trace amidst the mist and flames.

Although he conceded defeat, no one truly considered him a loser.

The audience remained silent, unable to utter a sound.

They watched as Hades slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the edge of the arena.

At the end of the line of sight, a woman in a gorgeous long dress and holding a lace fan stood there.

Hera had appeared on the field without anyone noticing.

She looked at Zeus lying in the depression and Hades standing, her eyes filled with confusion, as if she didn't know what to do.

The wide hem of her skirt swept across the ground with the surging wind, and the strands of hair at her temples swayed and danced in the breeze.

Hades' lips curled into a slight sneer:

"See that, brother?"

"Our bet has been placed."

He glanced down at Zeus, who lay on the ground, his eyes vacant as he stared blankly at the sky.

Upon hearing these words, Zeus, who had already accepted the outcome, trembled slightly in the eyes.

It seems that no one except Hera could attract Zeus's attention.

Observing Zeus's reaction, Hades shook his head slightly.

He believed his brother loved Hera, even deeply loved his first love and wife.

But he did not believe that Zeus's love was pure and limited to Hera.

Hades didn't say anything more, but deliberately cleared a direct path to Hera.

The aloof god-king turned his head, his wide cloak billowing in the wind.

He glanced at them sideways and said coldly:

Hera is yours now.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zeus seemed to finally pull himself back to his senses, and with difficulty turned his head to look at Hera in the distance.

His eyes widened, and his bright yellow pupils gleamed slightly, filled with expectant excitement.

Yes, even at this point, Zeus did not care about his defeat.

He knew he had failed many times, so Zeus never particularly sought victory.

But there was one thing he always pursued.

That's Hera.

Even though everyone saw that Hades had won the battle for the title of god-king.

Even though everyone understands that his surrender is just a mockery of his strength,

He didn't care at all.

Because nominally, he won.

He won Hera,

He would be willing to lose to the whole world.

As Hera drew closer, Zeus's eyes were filled with satisfaction and excitement.

Hera, come quickly, come to me.

"You are mine..."

Finally, Hera slowly walked to Zeus's side.

She stood on the ground, looking down at the god-king she could usually only see from high in the sky, and remained silent for a long time.

Amidst the silence of the audience and under Zeus's expectant gaze, Hera slowly began to speak.

"I'm sorry, King Zeus."

She bowed her head to Zeus.

"I have thought about this for a long time. Although you have shown me great care, I am not actually familiar with you."

"I am not the Hera you envision."

Zeus remained silent.

His eyes, which had been shining with thunderous light, suddenly dimmed, revealing a faint trace of loneliness.

Upon hearing this, the audience leaned forward, their eyes widening in surprise.

This situation seems unexpected.

Then, Hera's calm voice continued to echo in the arena:

"And, despite your great power, my heart already belongs to another."

Her voice became soft and delicate, and her cheeks flushed slightly, as if she were feeling shy.

She raised her head again, her gaze gently passing over Hades.

The gaze passed over the gods present, over the million warriors, and finally settled on Victor, who was hiding at the edge of the arena.

At this moment, Hera's brows furrowed slightly, and her exquisitely patterned eyes rippled with emotion, giving her a melancholy and profound look.

However, when her gaze fell on Viktor, her pupils changed rapidly, instantly transforming into a gray, surging heart shape.

Under the breathless gaze of everyone, Hera slowly spoke:

"Although he made it clear that he would not accept me, I still only want to be devoted to him."

"Mr. Victor."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deep silence.

And in Zeus's divine eyes that shone with light.

A few drops of scarlet blood seeped out.