Chapter 24:

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I did something that surprised me even more. Specifically, I drove Zeus out of the door after dripping water. It is estimated that he has not experienced this kind of thing, because at that time his "famous name" of the pervert didn't start, and he didn't have the time to get that strange temperament. According to Olympus's usual ethos, it's not a sin to mess up, it's a shame that no one messes with you. If a goddess does not have more than three suitors, a male cannot make N sisters at the same time. Oh, he has no face to go out to meet people.
I think our family ’s position on this matter is clearly divided into two factions. Hades, me, Hestia is just a group of aliens, but Zeus and Poseidon are completely out of breed. The vigorous energy and terrible fertility of human beings can only sigh. Demeter is a centrist, her spirit is still quite pure, that is somehow pulling with the two major species / mara, and having children with them (or monsters).
So is everyone surprised when Hades forges the women? Hades, rob women! Hey, so Demeter is the strongest goddess, he is entangled with the king of the sea, and his daughter still makes Hades, who has always been a good performer, unsafe at night. Comparing with her, I can only catch the traitors. No wonder when I was a human, I always felt that those TV series were not good-looking. No matter how / emotional the script is, it was not comparable to the love and hatred in our family.
In fact, gods and humans are very similar in many places. Sometimes their nasty little fun is more terrible than humans. So, the news that I drove Zeus out of the door spread all over Olympus overnight. Everyone was boiling and excited. What an explosive news! When I went out the next morning, I saw a few unknown gods surreptitiously pointing on the side, presumably discussing the normality of my spirit.
Pushing the future king out of the gate is undoubtedly I am ruining my position to lead the god, everyone thinks so. In the past, many gods around me pleased me to find other "candidates". To this end, Demeter talked to me more than once, carefully asked the reason, I just lazily slumped on the soft couch and watched her anxiously walking around the room.
"Don't worry, it's nothing at all, yes, have you been okay recently?"
I yawned and asked, Demeter almost jumped on me.
"Don't worry about it! Hera, are you brain-damaged! We are no longer the children of the king, we are just goddesses and have no power to fight. If Zeus is not willing to shelter us, even treat it like What about the exile in disguise like Poseidon and Hades? "
She stopped, shuddered, and a look of fear appeared on her face.
"I do n’t want to go to Hades, and I do n’t want to be locked in Tartaros ... Hera, would n’t you think Zeus is a safe and harmless lamb? That ’s right, maybe he is very gentle and cute in front of you, But what he did to those who opposed it was simply terrible without words. "
Demeter's eyes were full of panic, whispering like a whisper, looking left and right, seeming to fear that something would overhear our conversation.
"Hera, I'm scared of him, I'm really scared of him ... Although he always smiles and looks gentle every time he meets, I always feel that there is a father's shadow on him, no, he is even more terrible than his father. .Because my father never conceals his emotions, Zeus and Zeus can fully chat with you the last time, and cut the other person ’s throat next time ... "
At the end she was about to cry, her lips were trembling, her face pale, and you could tell that she was really worried about me.
"Before Hades was there, he can still protect you, but now that he has left, how dare you anger Zeus? He is so irritable and terrible, Hera, not me to scare you, maybe one day he will really tear Your throat. "
I held up half of my body and looked at Demeter, a little confused, because she actually said that she was afraid of Zeus. I thought she loved Zeus very much. Well, what kind of person is Zeus? No one needs to remind me. The couple who has been with him for so long, I know the best. Strangely, I have never been as afraid of him as Demeter or other gods.
"Thank you, Demeter, I will remember your reminder. But don't worry about this matter, I won't be okay."
I smiled and said that Demeter looked eager to rush over and grab my hair.
"You're so stubborn, Hera! Although he called us sister, you also know that this kind of bloodline is nothing at all! If you are so proud, you will one day regret it!"
"Yes, yes, I know, of course I will regret it." I murmured, slowly lying back on the soft couch, stretching the tight muscles of the back, and whispered to her inaudibly.
"But all this is just a dream, a real dream, and he will not do anything to me."
Others dare not say, but in this kind of thing, there is no one in the world who knows Zeus's preferences better than me. He likes a gentle girl, but he is even more fascinated by the kind of woman who does not want to succumb to being very proud. If you flatter him flatly, he will soon get bored. But if he played too hard, he would lose patience.
In the next few days, Zeus really ignored me and stopped visiting me. Before it was changed, I would be restless and hysterical, thinking repeatedly about what was wrong. Or, I would guess that he must have another woman, looking for clues in anger, scolding every guy who accidentally hits the muzzle. Unfortunately, this time, I was very calm. Hades wanted to confuse me with this illusory dream illusion and make me shake up and lose. It must not be the case. I rejuvenate and wait for the wonderful plot to be staged later.
Unsurprisingly, he waited for about four days or so, and Zeus furiously found the door. Originally, he still barely maintained his demeanor as a king, but when I saw it, I sat in the garden alone, with no other idle people waiting, and immediately put away the face of the so-called king's wind, rudely at the door Kicked.
Sitting still, I am glad that this is not a court play, so I do n’t need to stand up and say hello. In fact, it was quite interesting to look at his anxious and ruined appearance, but I tried hard to calm down the snickering expression. I wanted to make him angry, but I was not stupid enough to make him angry.
"Dear Zeus, what's wrong, who is so bold that makes you feel unhappy?"
I asked hypocritically, his eyebrows were raised, looking surprised and funny.
"You have to ask you this question. Dear sister, I suddenly discovered that you still have a talent for acting. Do you really feel nothing about what you have done?"
"Then I'm really sorry, I have no idea. Maybe a generous amount of you can kindly give a little compassion and let me reflect on what is wrong."
He watched it for three full minutes without blinking his eyes. When I began to wonder if he was confused, he burst out laughing with no warning, the kind of smile without grace, for a long time. Just barely stopped and wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes.
"I don't know why. Listening to you said, I suddenly felt very funny. It's strange. Everyone else said so to me."
Since he was already laughing, he no longer forced to put on that kind of sacred and inviolable king, walked to me, and very unkindly occupied most of the chairs, squeezing me aside.
"I'm not angry." He said dizzyingly, and I smiled hypocritically.
"Sorry, I'm afraid you are not qualified to be angry. In comparison, I am the one who has reason to be angry."
"Why?" He played shamelessly.
I snorted.
"What you have done yourself is the clearest, don't want me to repeat it. If it annoys me, I will let everyone know that the pretending god, Zeus, borrows wine and goes crazy, with the smell of another woman. Was kicked out of the door by another woman. "
He laughed loudly, not in disguise, but the kind of laughter that came out of his heart. His eyes were shining, and he stupidly revealed a row of white teeth. I tried hard not to let my eyes fall on his face for too long, but I couldn't help looking at him greedily, watching him with no intentions, no ridicule, no hypocrisy, just a genuine smile.
"Sorry, uh, you know, I'm drunk."
As if to hide his unnaturalness, he shrugged his shoulders and admitted awkwardly.
I answered politely: "It doesn't matter, I understand that although it is a little serious, the Goddess of Wisdom is indeed a very attractive goddess. Presumably she has given you a lot of valuable suggestions."
He wrinkled his nose, slid down softly, kneeled halfway on the floor, buried his head in my skirt, and said vaguely: "Forgive me, she is indeed beautiful, but it always reminds me of something. The fairy who was responsible for feeding me as a child. Can you imagine that feeling? "
If he talked to me about this topic before, I would only be angry, gnashing his teeth and scolding him for his shameless debauchery. However, maybe because I knew that all of these were unreal illusions, maybe I had seen more exciting scenes before, so I was rare and lifeless, but touched his hair instead and laughed a few times.
He gave a long sigh and hugged my waist.
"Hera, I feel very tired, for all kinds of things. All the gods are busy to please me, but compared with them, I would rather stay here with you and pour cold water on you."
I poked his earlobe: "I guess my dear brother doesn't like that kind of treatment very much, when you almost shouted at me."
He twisted unpleasantly and complained: "Hey, I was thinking about kissing you, and I was poured down by a bottle of cold water. If I changed to another person, I would have left Olympus long ago!"
"Oh, oh, my honor, dear brother." I answered very falsely.
We did n’t say anything else, we kept this posture, watching the night gradually coming, he kept holding me still, soft hair curled around my skirt, and made a small grunt, obviously sleeping Started. I looked at his face, and my heart was full of crazy emotions. I want to hold him like this forever, but I also want to kill him, so that he will only belong to me forever.
Self-deprecating smile, don't be silly, this is just a dream. In the dream, we were like ordinary sisters chatting together, talking about meaningless things, and finally he fell asleep on my knees unsuspectingly, letting me touch his hair was like being raised by me Of a cat.
However, I remember clearly that Zeus had never done such a thing in reality. Even when he was a kid, he was so arrogant that he hated others to touch his hair. He has been vigilant about everything around him, and never refuses to let go of his vigilance. At least, I did n’t see what he looked like when he was asleep long after we got married.
He did not believe me, just as he did not believe anyone.
"Beautiful dream, isn't it, Hades."
Facing the darkness of nothingness, I whispered that the warm body temperature on my knees and the weight that was heavy on my body seemed so real. However, it will not be true.
It's ridiculous that I actually feel a strange happiness. I think, those people who are willing to stay in their dreams and stay awake, are they confused by this false happiness?
"I will not lose, I will not be confused, everything is fake."
Looking at the young man lying on his knees, slowly, slowly, I pulled out the clothes that he couldn't hold tightly.
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