Chapter 49 Training in Progress

After getting the consent, Athena smiled without saying anything, walked into the house with her subordinate goddess Nike, sat leisurely on the bench in front of the table, looked around, and looked towards the backyard thoughtfully.

"What? Are you still not awake?"

"You said he's been lying here with me for almost half a month!"

Speaking of this matter, Hestia, who was forced to clean up the mess for her eldest niece, couldn't help but feel angry.

"Don't worry, it's almost time." Athena chuckled and comforted her while shaking the empty cup in her hand to signal to her aunt.

Hestia glared at her eldest niece, took out a pot of fruit wine she had mixed from the cupboard, and filled the cup in front of her.

By the way, he also poured a glass for Nikki who was looking at him eagerly.

As the master and servant drank the sour and sweet fruit wine in one gulp, savoring the wonderful taste on their tongues, Hestia put down the pottery pot, sat opposite, and looked at her eldest niece with a frown.

"Come to think of it, why did you suddenly use such harsh force on this little guy? This is not like your habit."

"It's a rare opportunity to see a good seedling, so I took the opportunity to sharpen his spirit and train him."

Athena picked up the clay pot and refilled her cup while glancing at the backyard and answered casually.

"It should be more than that, right?" Hestia raised her eyebrows and snorted. "You come to my house twice for this little guy. You don't seem like someone who has the leisure time."

The goddess of the hearth, who was sitting opposite, looked at Athena with suspicion.

In terms of mind, although she could not be compared with her eldest niece who was known as the "Goddess of Wisdom", after thousands of years of interaction, she could more or less understand her eldest niece's temperament and habits.

Seeing that Hestia was suspicious, Athena stopped hiding it, put down the ceramic cup, and pondered leisurely.

"I saw his talent and wanted to keep him and train him to be my servant."

"Why do you suddenly have this idea?"

Hestia was a little surprised and even more confused.

Generally speaking, every subordinate god is closely related to the main god, and their powers are connected. They prosper together and suffer together, so they need to be extremely cautious.

Hestia couldn't understand Athena's intention. She didn't carefully select from the demigods of Olympus, but instead chose this little guy she met by chance in the city of Knossos at first sight.

"It's not sudden, but I have had this idea for a long time, but I haven't found the right person yet."

Athena turned the cup in her hand, looked at the street outside the window, and sighed softly.

"Last time, I went to see King Minos and advised him to be patient and resume the sacrifices to my father and uncle, but he was determined not to serve the main gods of Olympus anymore..."

Hestia fell silent upon hearing this.

In the world created by the gods, there is probably no need to explain what the consequences of offending the gods are.

The old human race that was submerged in the great flood is the best example.

Hestia wanted Athena to persuade King Minos again, but she opened her mouth but ultimately did not speak.

As a husband, his wife was violated by a beast;

As a monarch, his face was trampled by the gods;

I'm afraid any man with blood in his veins would not tolerate this easily.

If this wise king with a good reputation had not cared about his subjects and the survival of the entire island of Crete, he might have drawn his sword against the sea god to defend his dignity as a man.

Although she was one of the gods, Hestia had lived in the human world for a long time and had almost been assimilated into the secular world. She could not blame King Minos for his choice.

What's more, King Minos was clear about his gratitude and resentment. He only stopped sacrifices to male gods such as Zeus and Poseidon, but the offerings to Athena, Demeter, and herself, the goddess of the hearth, remained unchanged.

This made Hestia even more speechless.

However, if this deliberate neglect were noticed by the gods, it would probably lead to a tragic end.

Both King Minos and the Minoans.

The almost foreseeable ending emerged in Hestia's mind. She bit her cherry lips, feeling a little reluctant.

"Is there no other solution?"

"I don't know. I can only try. But I cannot defy the authority of Father God."

Athena glanced at Nikki who was rushing to the backyard and talking happily with little Medusa, and lowered her voice.

"—at least, not now."

Hestia seemed not to have heard her niece's rebellious remarks. She turned her head to look at a guy lying dead in the backyard, as if she was thinking about something.

"So, you want to keep him in Knossos, just in case?"

Athena nodded slightly and spoke frankly.

"Since this is the fate chosen by humans themselves, we should let go when it's time to let go and let them find their own way."

The goddess of wisdom looked out the window at the vast and lofty sky with a deep and distant gaze.

"Even if it's a child, there will be a day when they grow up and leave the cradle..."

"That's what they say, but what can they do about things that we can't change?"

Hestia shook her head, worry evident on her face.

"Not really..." Athena smiled, her thin cherry lips curled up a little, "The last flood has already made our grandmother very unhappy, not to mention that the new humans who have survived the disaster have received her blessing. The people in Olympus will be more restrained because of this. Even if they want to take action, I'm afraid they won't dare to be as blatant as before."

Hestia's eyes lit up when she heard this.

In the Bronze Age, the original humans created by Prometheus and Athena became increasingly corrupt because of the opening of Pandora's Box.

In the name of "keeping the world pure", the gods launched a flood to exterminate the old humans who were considered "impure".

In an instant, the earth turned into a vast ocean, and millions of lives disappeared in an instant. This move aroused the dissatisfaction of Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth.

As the goddess of the earth and the mother of all gods, Gaia's divinity brings hope and blessings to all life on earth.

To cleanse the earth of life with a flood would be a great offense to her.

Therefore, the goddess Gaia sheltered Prometheus's descendant Deucalion and his wife Pyrrha, and delivered oracles to the two in the temple on Mount Parnassus, guiding them to continue the human race.

"The earth is the seed of all things, and the stones are my bones. Put on your veil, take off your clothes, pick up the dirt and stones from the ground, and scatter them on the land outside the temple."

So, the two of them threw the dirt and stones onto the land behind them according to the will of Gaia, the mother earth.

Then, the soil behind gradually became tangible and turned into flesh and blood, while the stone turned into soft bones, and the texture on the stone turned into meridians.

The clay thrown by Deucalion became a man, and the clay thrown by Pyrrha became a woman.

A new human race was born from this.

So, in a sense, modern humans are also descendants of Gaia, the Earth Mother.

Although this old grandmother has been sleeping in the temple on Mount Parnassus for many years, her influence is still there.

If he wanted to launch another flood to destroy the world, even the king of gods Zeus would have to weigh the consequences of angering the old grandmother.

"I will do my best to mediate in Olympus to prevent them from taking action personally..."

Athena stated her plan in a deep voice, and then looked towards the backyard with a sad gaze.

"But whether they can break through the impasse depends on themselves."

"Are you sure he is the one you are looking for?"

Hestia pursed her lips, a little worried.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Athena spoke lightly, her admiration for a little guy in the backyard evident in her words.

"Also, don't underestimate him. There aren't many people who can take so many blows from me and still be alive."

At this moment, as her mind recalled the scene when the two sides first met, a meaningful look appeared on the face of the goddess of wisdom.

No matter what, this little bastard who dared to steal her tribute was better than those half-bloods in Olympus who trembled in fear when they saw the gods and dared not resist at all.

(End of this chapter)