Chapter 45:

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Even the joyous banquet always ends, like the following drunken gods, even the immortal body will be drunk when it takes too much alcohol. From this point of view, Dionysus, who made something like wine, is really a sinful guy.
When I think of him, my heart giggles, not afraid of him. In my life so far, have I really been afraid of anyone? Not wanting to offend Zeus, is largely afraid of angering him and losing his favor. If I no longer have nostalgia for those feelings, and confront him positively, I am not without courage to fight. But the guy of Dionysus did not look through him from the beginning. It stands to reason that his mother was indirectly killed by me, and even he himself died in my hands once. If it was not Zeus insisting on reshaping a body for him, he would have gone to Hades to see Hades.
He has every reason to hate me, not only for those two lives, but also for his humiliating wandering around the world for so many years. In the end, although he was still allowed to return to Olympus, everyone looked at him with some eyes. subtle. If I were just a person, of course I was not afraid of his revenge, it was just a divinity, even if I was n’t a god, I would n’t take him in the eye. But I still have sons and daughters. Although they are obedient and rebellious, and they even marry humans despite my objections, they are always my children. I can be cold and ruthless to any enemy who attempts to challenge my dignity and status, but I can't treat my children as a bargaining chip for power like my mother Gaia, and feel free to discard it without using value.
What worries me even more is that no matter how smart or stupid the two daughters and two sons are, why didn't any of them learn the father's cunning and mother's cruelty? Even if Hephaestus, I ca n’t think of why I gave birth to this kind of honest son. No wonder Zeus always looked at him with strange eyes. If I were not ashamed, I would think he was not the son of Zeus. Ares is cruel, but has no mind, and is always provoked by a word. The two daughters ... Forget it, although I do n’t dislike them, they are really not like me at all. They are sticky and sticky. They are full of strange and unrealistic fantasies. They can ignore everything for love. That's right, I also dizzy for love, but I never really dizzy. If a woman gave everything to a man without reservation, it would be very miserable most of the time.
Thinking of this, I could n’t help turning my eyes to the exquisite carvings on the pillars around the hall. There was a pillar with the story of Jason and the Golden Wool. I remembered the poor woman who was deceived by him and betrayed the country and finally abandoned. , Princess Medici of Kochis. When she knew that Jason had other lovers, she did not plead or cry. She killed the two children born with Jason and drove away alone. What kind of hot and crazy love will breed such terrible hatred and anger, not only to kill the husband's lover, but also to kill the children he gave birth to. I looked at Hephaestus in the crowd and remembered the poor Heber again. Even if there is no longer love for Zeus and only hatred, I can't do the cruel thing of killing my children.
Although I can kill others' children mercilessly, I am still a mother after all.
Turning his head to look at Zeus, my husband, my brother, he didn't notice the waves in my heart at all, and he talked to Apollo with a little drunken laugh. Presumably now he is in high spirits, and his stubborn wife finally lowered her high head and humbly succumbed to herself. All the gods bowed to him respectfully, with sweet words in their mouths. He seemed so proud of the spring breeze that tens of thousands of years did not leave any ruthless marks on his face and body. Apollo is the sun god, the guardian of music and poetry. Even if I hate him very much, I have to admit that he is a rare beautiful man in the world. But when he and Zeus stood together, people who did n’t know would never think that Zeus was his father. He looked like Apollo ’s brother, with the same blond hair, the same blue eyes, and the beautiful and invincible radiance. Face.
I grabbed the armrest of the chair, and held back not to scream. Why, why when I experienced so much pain and torture, he could not care about nothing. Is there really anyone or something in the world that makes him sad or desperate? I want to wipe out the complacent smile on his face. I want to see how he feels sad and lost. If he can feel the pain and torture that belongs to me one in ten thousand, he will never show such an unsightly smile.
He finally finished speaking, with three-pointed complacency, three-pointed complacent, took my hand and said very gently: "Let's go back."
I was stunned for a moment, then thought of it, he said that he wanted me to go back to the palace where he lived. I have forgotten that once we lived together, but after a violent quarrel, I moved out alone. Of course he would not come to me. So we maintain a strange state. According to human beings, it is called "separation".
Now he suddenly took the initiative to ask me to go back. Is this a concession and an apology in disguise?
However, I don't really want to accept it.
Did not speak, because I do not know how many eyes are quietly watching the two of us. I took a deep breath and made sure that I would n’t say anything that I should n’t have because of the impulse:
Okay, I have n’t visited your palace for a long time, I do n’t know what it ’s like now.

Probably really drunk, Zeus did n’t hear my voice out of the string at all, and hugged me happily:
Nothing to do, it ’s the way you used to arrange it yourself. How could I mess up others? They are not you in the layout inside. "
Apollo didn't go far. After hearing his words, he glanced at him silently. I suddenly wanted to laugh. He and Artemis's mother, the night goddess Leto, were also in the limelight, favored by Zeus, and once claimed to be his wife. But in the end, Zeus was ruthlessly abandoned. There are too many things between me and their mother and son fighting openly and secretly. If all the hatred and resentment I have written down, I can write a thick dictionary. Apollo and his sister were very favored by Zeus. One was the sun and the other was the moon god. They pressed my children into dust. But hearing Zeus said such things without hesitation, he was still very shocked.
In a sound of respect, Zeus pulled me and walked out of the temple staggeringly towards the palace. Along the way, he was very interested, pulling me to say this and that, recalling the past. My absent-minded perfunctory responded casually, always hesitating.
Did you do it according to the agreement with Poseidon, or ...
Distraught, I lost my mind for a while.
Although it was not a short distance, we walked to the destination gate for a while. I have n’t been to this place for a long time, looking at the white stone pillar outside the door and the flowers that will never fade, a trance. Zeus waved those who followed to walk away and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Hera, you see, nothing has changed, it's the same as when we got married. Although I said on my lips that I never want to see you again, I didn't even kill a flower. In any case, in my heart, You are the only woman worthy of love, and you are my only wife, my queen. "
Turning my head, I smiled back, but actually thinking about these words, he didn't know how many people said to him. The mentality is different, and everything is different. If he said this to me in the early 30s, I was afraid that I would faint immediately.
He gently slid a finger down my neck and suddenly pressed it against me against the doorpost. He kissed passionately and murmured, "How beautiful you are, you are Olin Pis, no, the most beautiful goddess of all things. "
I just passively accepted it, with a faint smell of alcohol in his body, mixed with a hint of sweet floral fragrance, and I suddenly remembered the two girls with flower crowns before. .
"Still outside, don't do this."
I wanted to create an embarrassing effect, but I couldn't do it anymore, and my voice was freezing cold. Zeus drank too much, he would have noticed my weirdness in normal times, but now his IQ may only be negative, impatiently snorted, he just hugged me into the door.
I stroked the curly hair in his ear, put my mouth close to his ear, and asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid of having another child with me? Don't forget that prophecy--"
"What prophecy? I have heard too many prophecies. Which one do you say?"
He asked vaguely, burying his head on my chest.
"..."
I closed my mouth and decided secretly in my heart.
As he pulled the yarn head off the bed by hand, I whispered, "Zeus, remember what you said when you proposed to me?"
He was a little bit confused, so I said that wine was a catalyst for sin: "What did you say? I said—I said it would make you the happiest woman--"
The fingers that grabbed him by the shoulder suddenly tightened. I bit my lip and forced myself not to tighten my body.
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When he finally fell asleep, I lay quietly for a long time, listening to his even breath, it should be really asleep. He rolled over and yelled a few times on his chest, and he did not agree. I sat in the dark to watch him for a long time, and finally bent down, flicking the blond hair scattered on his face back to reveal his sleeping face.
In any case, he will only fall asleep in front of me, out of trust in me, or believe that my love for him is not false, and will not betray?
Silently got out of bed and stepped barefoot on the thick carpet. I looked around the room. Sure enough, as Zeus said, nothing changed. Everything was the same as when we were married.
According to his habit, the thing I want to find should be placed there.
I walked gently to the side of a row of cabinets, and reached out to feel that there was a very strong guardian power protecting it. This is the power of Zeus. However, this kind of power is nothing for me, because I share everything about him, and his power is mine.
Silently opened the cabinet, suddenly, a faint silver light shone on my face, I looked at the huge scepter suspended in front of me, holding my breath.
It was Zeus's lightning rod, like Poseidon's trident, Hades' sword, and most of his divine power was poured into it. In a sense, it is a symbol of Zeus power. Zeus is the of the sky, and he is in charge of thunder and lightning, not to mention human beings. Even ordinary gods who are close to this scepter will be scorched, let alone pick it up.
I looked at the scepter quietly for a while, and finally reached out and picked it up. Except for Zeus, only I can touch it casually.
Quickly shrinking the scepter into a pearl, stuck in the earrings, I took out another pearl, sighed at it, watched it grow bigger, and finally became a scepter. That was from Poseidon to me, and if I had replaced it myself, I am afraid that the scepter would not be a fake counterfeit.
Closed the cabinet again, and I walked back to the window silently, just climbed into the bed, and Zeus with closed eyes suddenly made a noise.
"Not sleeping in the middle of the night, where did you go?"
I was surprised that I could be so calm and natural, even my heartbeat didn't get faster.
"Thirsty, went out and drank a few sips of water. They all said not to drink so much."
He lazily hummed a long time later, rolled over and hugged me, and rubbed his head against my chest.
"Scared me, I couldn't reach you, I thought I had a dream ..."
I touched his hair without speaking.
"I know you don't believe it, no matter what I say, you won't believe it, right? You haven't believed me from the very beginning. In your eyes, I'm a real bastard."
He grabbed my waist, so hard, I think he was almost pinched out of the blood, but his tone sounded so wronged, just like suddenly returned to a long, long time ago, he still The high-spirited boy stood at the top of Olympus and proudly announced that everything would obey himself.
"Yes, I'm a bastard, so you have to resent me and retaliate against me, I don't think it matters. But, Hera, how good it should be if you said it before ... even if it's a lie to me Yes. But you are so proud that you do n’t even bother to deceive me. I know when you look at your eyes. You did n’t forgive me at all, and you do n’t plan to obey. You are here to revenge me ... "
I slowly reached out to the earrings on my ears, paying attention to his every move, and preparing for any preemptive actions immediately. But he was just paralyzed on the bed, talking strange words nonsense, not only did his alcohol disappear, but he got stronger and stronger. I touched his face, it was hot and hot, I am afraid that the wine hasn't passed it yet. Zeus likes to talk nonsense as soon as he gets drunk.
"Don't leave me anymore, Hera, I will give you whatever you want-give you everything-"
He said vaguely that he fell asleep again soon.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, sleepless all night-did you regret it?
No, I don't regret it.
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