Greek Demon Myth

140 – The Queen’s Gift

Let’s close our eyes and imagine a character called a princess in a fairy tale.

Smooth reddish blonde hair resembling father and mother half, and chestnut eyes like jewels sparkling with firearms and love.

Instead of a dress with frills, a Greek-style dress called a Doric Kiton, a gift from the goddess of weaving, was worn over her body like a pure white jade.

With her refreshing beauty that shows the ideal harmony between a girl and a woman and a charm that gently calms people down like a flower breeze on a spring day, she looks like her fresh younger sister or a benevolent older sister.

In the midst of such youthfulness and elegance coexisting, the elegance and grace that can’t be hidden from every word and gesture gave off a strong reverberation of the queen who has bewitched me many times.

Before the full-scale festival, a noble and beautiful being who came to bring me to the gods at the request of the gods revealed his name as Hebe.

“I heard a lot from my mother and brother. Huhu, as I’ve heard, you’re an interesting person.”

“Ah, yes…”

Hebe, the goddess of youth, doesn’t have much presence in mythology, but her name is always heard.

In the 21st century, names and titles are not to be taken lightly in Greece, no matter how or how much they were handed down.

It’s just that in mythology, it’s not well highlighted, but it’s one of the few Olympian bloodlines, including Ares. She is a goddess of a position that should be called the princess of the gods in the true sense.

She is favored by the king and queen of the gods, and she is the goddess who presides over the banquets of the gods, and at the same time, I heard that she presides over the gods’ food, ambrosia and nectar.

I heard that Asclepius owed a lot to this goddess.

Through Apollo or Hermes, she is said to have provided the gods with alcohol and food to some extent, but all of that is possible because this princess turned a blind eye to all of them.

And without realizing it, the famous goddess showed her curiosity and liking for me without hesitation, clinging to me and delighting her ears with a voice that was just right to listen to.

“Your mother called you a sage with profound wisdom and mind, and your brother and uncle called you a warrior who has nothing to fear in the world. But I should introduce them to you as a delightful musician.”

Goddess Hebe with her soft smile and joking compliments.

Her fresh yet neat smile was full of pure feelings that made me wonder.

“Uh, um. It is an exaggeration.”

Despite the compliments of the beautiful goddess, I couldn’t help but scratch her head.

I was so excited that I forgot that I was listening for a while and sang along excitedly for about an hour.

As I took a step back and thought about it, the thought that I had gone too far passed by.

Whether it’s Bulgaria or Greece, there was a longevity village where countless elderly people lived long lives. The secret to that longevity village was organic yogurt.

But at some point, the average age of longevity villages gradually decreased, and the reason was that it was when sweet Korean Yoplait began to be imported.

Perhaps what I did was the same as bringing the forbidden strawberry Yoplait to the peaceful longevity village in Greece.

Ancient Greece is mostly composed of hymns to the gods, ballads about heroes, and slow love songs that should be called poems rather than songs.

In this clear and clean area without a single hook song, I threw a modern song with 16-bit edm, modern special effects, and a feast of lighting.

No matter how much I think about it, calling Hestosias and ordering a volcano show seems to have gone too far…

I comforted myself that, in a broader sense, it was trot, not modern gayo or kpop, but it was in line with festival music.

Seeing the 200 or so musicians who hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol but got drunk on mulberry and became a party in an instant, I wondered what the hell I had done.

Only 200 band members got drunk on the music and it became a party, but what kind of chemical reaction would happen if a frenzied edm was thrown among Greek madmen who were really drunk and drunk…

I had no choice but to turn a blind eye to the frenzy of the festival in my head.

The bus already passed by a long time ago…

“Above all, it was so cool to see him not hesitate to take the lead in enjoying and hanging out with his friends despite his overwhelming performance! As the host of the Godhead, please show your skills at the banquet in Olympus!”

“Ha ha ha ha…”

Hebe innocently praises her with sparkling eyes, as if she is not the goddess of youth.

With the eyes and face resembling the queen I admired, the appearance of praising the great accident that might become the dark history of my life, now all worn out degenerative organs pricked me.

For reference, the name of the degenerative organ is the conscience.

As she was walking through the forest, guided by the goddess of youth who chattered so gently, a familiar energy suddenly swept over her body.

It was the aura of the barrier that she felt when her dear Queen Her Majesty personally came to appreciate her gold sound.

“…Aha. Even the gods have their separate seats.”

“Yes! Incidentally, the feat that the black storm showed earlier was also clearly seen by many gods and goddesses. Even Artemis-sama came and saw it!”

“Artemis-sama…”

“Yes! For some reason, he seemed a little uncomfortable… Artemis-nim is also the seat of the twelve gods! He must have admired the hero who will lead Greece together with Hercules!”

Um, well. Maybe I was groaning, not admiring…

The most beautiful toy Artemis in the world that fell into my hand.

I left it until the promised 15 days had passed since I was paying attention to Neri at sea, but it was worthwhile to blow the airwaves from time to time so that she would definitely come running for this Heroic Battle.

I was worried that it would work because it was my first time doing magic like curses.

He even cursed whenever he thought about it, thinking that it would be good if it came from the sea, and if it didn’t, it would be okay.

I probably don’t know, but I’m putting off my reaction at that time, so maybe I’m going crazy by now.

‘Well, self-employment is worth it. Shall we sing it quietly at the end of the festival after we fret until the end?’

I heard that the festival of Dionysus lasts for about a week.

It is said that throughout the week, festival-goers drink until the sun rises, rise when the sun goes down, and drink again in a blissful frenzy.

In addition, the god of wine and the king of festivals proclaimed through divine words that if you do something that spoils the excitement during the festival, regardless of gender, age, or social status, turn them into pigs and serve them as an evening snack.

The closer you are to me, the more intense the reaction of the curse on Artemis will be, so while I’m busy playing and working for a week, the orphan goddess of the moon will go back and forth between heaven and hell again and again.

Maybe it will come to my bedroom first before the week has passed.

“What makes you feel so good?”

“Ah, Hera-sama.”

While I was happily imagining how to cook for that noble goddess.

At some point, Hebe and I arrived at the residence of the queen who had invited me.

It was still daylight outside, but the sky was dyed a warm twilight, just as the Mistress of the Sky had commanded.

The queen with her halo around the twilight sky greeted me gently.

“Your Majesty, as you said, I have guided the hero Dianes.”

“Hebe, there is no need to be so polite in front of Dianes. My teacher and my goddess is the mother of that child, and soon that child will become my agenda and a disciple who will inherit my teachings.

Soon I will become an uncle like Poseidon to you.”

…Uncle?

Me and Hebe faced each other at a strange story that came out of nowhere.

All of a sudden, the goddess of youth has a dark uncle, and I suddenly end up having the goddess as my nephew.

“Did I say anything strange? Why are you like that?”

“Oh, no. Yes, mother… Uncle…”

“Something feels very special.”

I know there’s no point in counting degrees with the gods, but sometimes when the queen pushes her queenly at her own pace, her mind gets a little distant.

“Hmm… Let’s sit down. From what I can see, not only do they fight, but they also seem to be busy.”

“These are the seeds I sowed. I can only take it.”

As the queen said, I did quite a lot through this big event.

Aside from Nesneria and her executions, who are about to arrive, throwing edm at a wine festival fearing repercussions, Jason and fifty swordsmen who have become completely sword-loving, kings’ persistent request for an interview and Asclepius’ murder notice. Artemis assistant, etc. …

“I should have just stuck in Pasos and started farming. Tsk.”

As far as the prophecy related to Nesneria is a prophecy, it is hope that has already disappeared long ago.

Even so, if you look at the list of quests, each one of which is an epic quest, it is impossible not to come without Hyeontam.

I feel like an invisible hand working hard behind a festival where everyone eats and plays.

“What? Ahahahaha!”

“Eh?! What do you mean!”

After hearing my heartfelt remorse, the queen lay down on her side and laughed.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Yes, enjoy your meal… No, gratitude is not the problem now!”

Amman Face value is a goddess younger than me, but she is definitely older than me, so I politely accepted the cup with both hands.

As expected, he was the chamberlain of the gods, he reflexively smiled brightly at my greeting, but he glared at me as if he was taken aback by my flowing words.

“Don’t you know how hot topic you are on Olympus right now? The majority of the Twelve Gods who have already set their eyes on you are more than enough, especially Ares’ brother and Poseidon’s uncle…!”

“Hebe, stop it. Originally, I am like this. Isn’t that really special?”

“Hey… Mother, but…”

Hera, who had been laughing for a while, gently stopped Hebe from nagging her like a shotgun.

“Because he is such a child, I want to pass on my last memories with peace of mind.”

“Mother…”

Last memories?

Passing on memories?

“…Hey, the queen? What are you talking about again?”

Even so, the disaster she brought herself is so heavy that her head is spinning. What kind of quest is this lady trying to throw on?

The queen, who gracefully passed my doubtful glances, declared with a small smile.

“I can’t even see where Zeus went, and there are today’s performances, Poseidon, and Ares’ certifications.

Above all, it was the day when the demigod who received my blessing made his name known throughout Greece. I want to entrust my long-held profession to my priest, my friend, and my hero.”

How are you?

The Queen of the Gods, who lovingly declared the bombshell, was still graceful and beautiful.

But why?

That beautiful smile seems like a bait that leads to the pit of hell.