Chapter 93: Rabbit is so cute, why not... (5.2k)
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The little rabbit, or rather the beast-like Loen, squatting on the snow-white ground, felt the tremendous power contained in the body under his feet, and felt extremely regretful.
You have to know that there is a goddess bathing under the lake, and he would never jump in.
Although he was now a harmless little rabbit, it would be fun to wait until he had digested the divinity of Saturn in that can of Hughes porridge and restored his original human appearance.
After all, Greek goddesses, with the exception of a few, are all synonymous with trouble and danger.
Once exposed, the names of dishes such as diced rabbit in red oil, hand-shredded rabbit, spicy rabbit head, dry-pot rabbit... might be your final fate.
"Why do I feel so stupid..."
As he heard the goddess' curious murmurs, Lorne, who was imagining his miserable future, was startled and hurriedly raised his rabbit head, blinking his big red eyes, looking up at the goddess with blonde hair and silver pupils, with an innocent and confused expression.
Seeing the cute appearance of the little thing, the goddess immediately giggled and happily hugged the little rabbit in her arms.
"That's right. If you weren't stupid, how could you jump into the water? Luckily you met me."
At this time, as the limbs swung, the two towering peaks continued to press inward.
Being stuck in the middle, Loen not only failed to experience the so-called ultimate enjoyment, but was suffering instead. The alarm bells in his head were ringing like buzzers, and the twelve-sided dice on the altar was also trembling with joy.
Obviously, this goddess is a very dangerous character.
Both his body's instinct and the twelve-sided dice clearly told him that he was on the verge of death.
Fortunately, his transformation into a beast was influenced by the original version of Demeter, Hukeon Porridge. If it was the abridged version of Silly Bird Teacher Circe, he might have had to send it on the spot.
At this moment, Loen, who was trapped in a deep ditch and unable to break free, could only hope that the remaining divinity of the god of agriculture in his body was strong enough.
In order to delay time as much as possible and find a gap to escape from the clutches of the devil, Loen also tried his best to remain quiet and tried to slow down the digestion and absorption of the divinity of the god of agriculture.
Finally, after an hour of suffering, the goddess of the lake finally ended her bath contentedly and walked naked to the shore.
Loen, who transformed into a rabbit, was also held horizontally in front of the goddess' chest and became a natural fig leaf.
Sister, I really can’t stand it anymore…
At this moment, as the power of the God of Agriculture in his body became increasingly thin, and as he felt the fatal touch constantly rolling and squeezing his whole body, Loen couldn't help but let out wails in his heart.
Fortunately, the lake was not far from where the clothes were stored. The goddess reached her destination after just a few steps, and the little rabbit who was responsible for covering her body was finally released after serving his sentence.
As his four feet touched solid ground again, Lorne almost shouted out in excitement.
I am free!
While the goddess was dressing herself, Loen did not hesitate to stretch out his four short legs and dive into the bushes not far away, trying to escape the crime scene as quickly as possible.
But with a rustling sound, two golden long-horned deer pulled a gorgeous chariot wrapped in gold and galloped down from the foot of the mountain.
Fortunately, Lorne's quick reaction prevented a second collision.
However, before this relief could last for a few seconds, a series of gazes came to him, filled with greed and danger.
Loen raised his rabbit head stiffly, and suddenly saw the hounds following the chariot from the foot of the mountain. They were staring at him with shining eyes and sticking out their bright red tongues excitedly.
“Woof woof woof!”
The next moment, three lop-eared dogs, two parti-colored dogs, a spotted dog, and seven very fast Spartan dogs came out from the bushes and ran straight towards the snow-white rabbit on the fallen leaves.
run!
It was almost an instant instinct. While cursing in his heart, Loen paddled his four short legs frantically, avoiding the pounce of thirteen hounds and trying to break out of their encirclement.
Because of an unknown goddess behind him, Loen, who had transformed into a rabbit, did not dare to behave too outstandingly and could only use the ability of an ordinary rabbit to escape.
But the thirteen hounds in front were obviously well-trained. Not only did they have a speed exceeding that of ordinary livestock, they also knew how to cooperate and chased after the fleeing rabbits.
After several detours, Loen was forced back by the pack of hounds, and his space for movement was gradually compressed into an open space with no obstructions.
“Woof woof!”
Finally, the two motley dogs who had seized the initiative let out low growls of joy and pounced forward, one on the left and one on the right, ready to take the lead.
At this moment, a clear whistle was heard, and the thirteen hunting dogs that heard the order immediately retreated like a tide and gathered in front of the heroic goddess in hunting clothes, humming excitedly and wagging their tails.
"It's not easy for the prey to escape from me."
With quiet and pleasant teasing, a dangling bare hand lifted up the rabbit's long ears, captured it again, and held it in one arm.
Then she jumped onto the carriage that was pulled by two golden long-horned doe deer, took the golden reins with her other hand and swung them gently.
Immediately, the golden long-horned female deer who received the order snorted, stretched out their long legs, gathered wind under their feet, pulled the magnificent carriage, and rushed towards the distant city of Knossos at lightning speed.
Along the way, the cold wind was howling. Loen, who was held in one arm by the hunting goddess, huddled together and dared not move, for fear that he would be discovered by the last of the three virgin goddesses.
That’s right…
Through numerous clues, whether explicit or implicit, the identity of this hunting goddess is actually about to be revealed.
——Artemis, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus.
That is, the goddess of the moon and hunting in ancient Greek mythology, known as the "mistress of beasts and lord of the wilderness". She is also the daughter of Zeus, the king of gods, and Leto, the goddess of conservation, and the twin sister of Apollo, the god of light and prophecy.
So, when Loen's blood boiled, he just happened to run into the muzzle of the gun.
After learning the true identity of the hunting goddess, Loen, who was caught between two mountains of pressure, dared not move even more.
Because, once this virgin goddess who vowed to remain chaste discovered his human identity and convicted him of the crimes of voyeurism and blasphemy, he would definitely suffer the consequences, whether passively or actively.
If I remember correctly, one of his future cousins took care of this landmine for him.
Legend has it that Autonavo, the princess of Thebes and another daughter of Cadmus, and the demigod hero Aristaeus gave birth to a son named "Actaon".
Because his father loved hunting, Actaeon also fell in love with this sport. When he was young, he followed the Centaur sage Chiron to learn the tricks of hunting. After returning home, he became even more passionate about it.
One day, he was hunting in the forest of the Kitaelon Mountains. Due to the hot weather, he mistakenly entered the sanctuary of Artemis in the Garphia Valley and ran into the hunting goddess bathing in the pool.
Perhaps because of his youthful vigor, Actaeon did not run away immediately. Instead, he was mesmerized by Artemis's beauty and figure, and stared at the hunting goddess whose underwear was exposed.
Artemis was immediately annoyed and cast a spell with a handful of lake water, turning Actaeon into a deer.
Realizing that something was wrong, the young hunter fled in panic, but was mistaken for prey by the hunting dogs he brought into the mountains. The dogs tore him into pieces and he died.
With such a classic case, unless Loen had a brain seizure, he would never restore his human form in front of the goddess of hunting.
But at this moment, even if he didn't want to, the remaining power of the god of agriculture in his body could only support him for a quarter of an hour.
Hurry up, hurry up!
It seemed that Loen's prayers worked, and the galloping golden chariot soon stopped outside the city of Knossos.
Artemis let go of the reins, jumped off the chariot, and waved her hand casually.
Immediately, the two golden long-horned female deer and thirteen hunting dogs of various colors, at the command of their owner, turned around obediently and went back into the dense forest, waiting for the next deployment.
Then, the goddess, who appeared as an ordinary hunter, stroked the little rabbit with soft and smooth fur in her arms, walked into the city of Knossos under the cover of night, and walked towards a house with a clear purpose.
The closer they got to their destination, the faster Loen's heart beat.
Because he was very familiar with this place, it was Hestia's mansion.
He shuddered at the thought of himself using up all of Saturn's divine power and being transformed in Artemis' arms, as well as the possible crowds of onlookers.
The picture is so beautiful.
There was a brief knock on the door, and the time that Loen could maintain his beastly transformation was almost up.
As the door opened, Artemis was visibly stunned and a little surprised when she saw the silver-haired, purple-eyed goddess appear before her.
"You're here too?"
Chance!
Sensing that the hands holding him had loosened, the little rabbit, who was already on the verge of deformation, decisively rushed out of Artemis' arms, nimbly slipped into the crack of the door, then stretched out his four short legs, ran into the backyard, and disappeared into the shady green nursery.
The sudden change made Artemis look surprised.
This was the first time that prey escaped from her grasp.
Especially, in front of this woman...
"It seems that even the goddess of hunting can fail one day..."
Athena in front of the door folded her arms, leaned to the side, and smiled playfully with her lips pursed.
Artemis glanced at the goddess of wisdom blocking the door and snorted softly.
"I think there must be something dirty here that scared the little one in my arms, causing it to overreact..."
The two goddesses looked at each other, their faint gazes met in the air, and sparks faintly collided.
After a brief confrontation, both sides, with no clear winner, expressed their disdain for each other.
“Tsk!”
"whispering sound!"
The two virgin goddesses' almost synchronized reactions seemed to be inexplicably in sync with each other despite their subtle opposition.
In fact, although both are virgin goddesses, she is different from Hestia who is not interested in worldly affairs.
The remaining two goddesses are of the same generation, have similar strengths, and are also favored by the king of gods Zeus, so it is inevitable that they are compared.
As time went by, the two competitive goddesses, although they maintained a close and familiar relationship in front of others, naturally began to compete with each other behind the scenes.
Athena at the door looked at Artemis in hunting clothes, her eyes swept across the large area of exposed white skin, and finally fell on the shameful mountain outline on the other's chest, and frowned inadvertently.
As if she had noticed the other's gaze, the hunting goddess took the initiative to step forward, almost face to face with Athena, further highlighting the nutritional gap between them, and reminded her with a smile.
"I'm here to look for Aunt Hestia. Where is she?"
"I don't know. I just got here too."
Athena glanced back and responded calmly.
I just came back from Mount Olympus and wanted to have a hot meal to reward myself, but when I walked in, there was no one at home and I didn't know where they had gone.
But before he could take a closer look, an uninvited guest arrived.
Not here?
The two goddesses couldn't help but frown, subconsciously preparing to close their eyes and let go of their spiritual thoughts.
"Are there guests?"
At this moment, a surprised voice came into the front hall, and a handsome young man with a smile on his face was walking quickly from the backyard.
He seemed to have just taken a shower, with his wet silver hair tied behind his head.
Hearing the familiar voice, Athena turned around first and frowned slightly.
"Where have you been?"
"Well, there was a little accident in the cellar in the backyard. I'll clean it up."
Lorne quickly explained with a smile on his face, then changed the subject and looked at the guest outside the door in surprise.
"You are..."
"Don't move!"
However, before he could open his mouth to ask about the identity of the visitor, the hunting goddess in front of the door looked as sharp as an arrow, shouted solemnly, and rushed into the door and headed straight for Loen.
In an instant, the kind smile on Loen's face froze and his heart began to beat violently.
It's gonna be bad!
Under the crazy warning of crisis, he twisted his hips reflexively.
"Ahahaha, what a cute dog. Come here, let me hug you."
At the critical moment, the hunting goddess walked straight past Loen, came to the stairs, intercepted the golden dog that was running towards its original owner, and stroked the soft dog's head happily.
“Woof…”
The golden dog that fell into the clutches of the goddess, sensing her surging divine will, lay on the ground and dared not resist. He could only make pitiful low moans and look eagerly to his owner for help.
I was so scared that I got to death!
At this moment, Loen, whose blood pressure soared, realized that it was a false alarm. Looking at the hunting goddess who was happily petting her dog, he ignored the golden retriever's cries and retracted the step he had taken towards Athena without leaving a trace.
There is no other way. If the truth is really revealed, I can only pull my dear sister in as a shield.
After all, the goddess of wisdom was the only one on the scene who could stop the furious Artemis.
However, before Lorne could catch his breath, the satisfied Artemis reluctantly let go of the golden dog on the ground, letting it run towards its owner. She gave Lorne an apologetic smile and spoke softly.
"Sorry, this child is so cute, I couldn't help it just now."
"It's okay, as long as you like it."
At this moment, Loen forced a smile on his face, just wanting to distance himself from this hunting goddess as soon as possible.
"Cynthia, just call me Cynthia..."
However, as if to express her apology for her gaffe, the hunting goddess actually introduced her pseudonym and extended her hand.
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
Loen maintained his apparent calmness, answered simply, and carefully clenched the goddess's fingertips. After accepting the kindness of release, he took another step forward, wanting to get closer to Athena who could give him a sense of security.
But before one wave subsides, another wave arises.
"Wait, what's that smell on you?"
Before Lorne could take a step away, Artemis sniffed and came closer curiously.
“It smells so good…”
"It's wine. I accidentally got some on it when I was cleaning the cellar just now. I didn't expect the smell to still be there after I took a shower."
Loen, who already had something to hide, quickly threw out the evidence he had forged in advance.
liquor?
The two goddesses were slightly stunned when they heard this new word.
"Ah, my butt, my butt hurts a little..."
At this moment, vague mumblings were heard from the backyard, and a hearth goddess climbed out of the cellar and groped her way to the front hall.
Seeing Hestia appear before them, Artemis and Athena showed a hint of surprise.
"Aunt? So you're here?"
"Huh? Artemis? And Athena? Why are you here?
Hestia looked up and saw her two eldest nieces gathered there. She acted like a suicide truck and directly called out Artemis' real name.
For a moment, the hunting goddess, whose disguise was exposed on the spot, felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.
"Aunt, what's wrong with you?"
"Don't mention it. I accidentally drank a little too much and ended up sleeping in the cellar for most of the day. When I woke up, my whole body was aching, especially my butt."
Hestia muttered as she rubbed her buttocks which seemed to have become a little fuller, and waved her hands weakly as if she were a seriously ill patient.
"No, no, my throat is a little sore. Let me drink some water and sit for a while."
"I told you to drink less, but you didn't listen..."
Seeing that the thickest windbreak wall had finally arrived at the battlefield, Lorne interrupted and stepped forward decisively, helping Hestia to a chair nearby and considerately pouring him some warm tea to sober him up.
"Wine? A new drink? The one that's very popular in Knossos recently? Interesting..."
"It's something that can even make gods drunk. I must try it today."
As the new term was mentioned frequently, Athena and Artemis also became interested.
"It wasn't me, it was Luo En who made it. If you want to drink it, go find him."
Hestia did not take credit for herself. She directly pointed out the original inventor to her two nieces. She smacked her lips, savored the idea briefly, and gave her evaluation with lingering satisfaction.
“Although there are some aftereffects if you drink too much, it tastes really good, and the experience of being drunk is also quite interesting.”
After hearing the comments from the goddess of the hearth herself, Athena and Artemis became even more eager to try, and their eyes were focused on the same place.
"It just so happens that there are still a few jars in the cellar. Please wait a moment, I will go get them and make some dishes to go with the wine to entertain you."
Loen immediately understood and nodded, then turned around and left to prepare drinks and dishes for the guests.
As he walked out of the front hall and stepped back into the cellar, the face that had been smiling from beginning to end finally burst into a distorted expression of relief for surviving the disaster.
Phew, that was close!
This fatal crisis was finally avoided.
After calming himself down, Loen looked at the seven remaining jars of fruit wine in the cellar. Thinking of the three virgin goddesses in the front hall, his eyes flickered.
Speaking of which, this is a rare opportunity, how about getting them all drunk?
(End of this chapter)
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