Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

When the horse fell from the full moon that day, the queen Hera and Hestia had already come out, heading towards Promise.

Accompanied by the death of the monster Chimera, which laid the land to waste, this barren land seemed to finally break free from its shackles, welcoming a rebirth...

In human terms, it was the goddess of agriculture, Demeter, and her daughter Persephone, who brought life to this land.

The next moment was very important, and all the gods knew it.

Therefore, Persephone scattered seeds, and Demeter immediately made them take root and sprout.

So, as Hera and Hestia walked towards Promise, with almost every step they took, this place gained a bit more of a breeze of spring.

The flowers, grass, and trees that broke through the soil, under the power of the goddesses, gradually turned this once barren land into a divine sanctuary.

Hestia stopped,

She was stunned, blinking and looking around, watching those gods suddenly appearing one by one, and observing the spring scene in front of her.

Her time seeing Promise was actually not long; she appeared only when Promise went to see Hephaestus, so she didn't really understand what was going on in front of her.

But Hestia, the eldest sister of the gods, was no fool.

After thinking for a moment, she turned around and took a few steps to the side of Hecate, Athena, and the Fates.

"You guys are..."

As Hestia arrived, just as she was about to ask what was happening, she saw Athena extend her index finger to her lips, smiling and asking her not to speak.

At this moment, Hecate naturally made way for the gods, while the only human, Medea, was completely terrified.

Under Hecate's amused gaze, watching these gods appear one after another, Medea, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed, clung tightly to her goddess teacher.

She pressed her body against Hecate.

At this point, Atalanta was somewhat better off.

Because she was merely standing with Artemis and Apollo.

In the distance, she watched Hera approach Promise.

Dressed in divine attire, with beautiful curls spilling from beneath her crown, Hera looked gently at the young man before her.

At this moment, the Pegasus also knew to discreetly graze aside.

In just a minute or two, this place, previously barren due to Chimera, had become a sacred garden.

Promise naturally noticed this and guessed it was the work of the goddesses.

Although a bit puzzled, seeing Hera before him, he temporarily set aside his doubts, smiled, and said somewhat nervously to Hera, "Honorable goddess, have you witnessed the glory I have brought for you?"

"Hmm."

Hera, now smiling, shed the imposing aura of a heavenly queen in front of Promise, showing him her gentlest side.

"Of course, my child... Not just today, I have always watched and witnessed everything you have done."

"You are my pride, always have been."

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Promise's anxiety faded, and his expression relaxed, "That's wonderful."

Saying this, he finally took out the pure white feather brush.

He bit into a golden apple,

And knowing what he was about to do, Hera, after adjusting her hair, stood quietly in place.

The night breeze gently moved the newly grown trees and flowers, and the full moon's light bathed the sacred garden.

Promise lightly touched the pure white brush in front of Hera.

Using tonight's night sky as a canvas, from the time he descended the mountain with the centaur sage Chiron until now, after about a year, he finally depicted the gods!

This pure white feather brush was indeed a divine artifact, forged specifically for Promise by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, and its preciousness was no less than the thunderbolt of Zeus or Poseidon's trident!

Therefore, Hera did not wait long for this painting,

And when its finished form appeared, reflected in Hera's amber eyes, she was stunned.

For the scene in the painting was completely unexpected.

It was a small hill at night, with a little wooden hut lit by a single candle.

Inside that hut sat a silver-haired old woman at a table, 

Across from her, was the freshly arrived, still clear and youthful boy.

Beside the old woman was a goddess with a gentle smile.

That was Hera, disguised as an elegant and majestic heavenly queen...

It turns out, he had never forgotten.

At this moment, the worries that had accumulated in her heart vanished in an instant.

She no longer feared that one day Promise would suddenly leave her to worship another goddess, for Hera had fully realized that Promise would never do such a thing.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she did not let them fall, feeling that now was a time to smile, not to cry.

Thus, for Promise, Hera showed the most beautiful smile she had ever given.

But this painting was just the beginning of the night.

Because of the promise made with Hera, this was inevitably Promise's first painting.

But at the same time, it also became the bond that had bound him until now.

But now, with the promise fulfilled and the bond no longer there, Promise, feeling a sudden shudder through his body as if he sensed something, swung his brush again.

This time, however, he did not paint anew.

He simply took out the painting that had already been completed.

And this was also the reason why the gods who had interacted with Promise until now had come here one by one.

And it was also the real reason why Hecate brought Medea.

Because just by looking at them, one could undoubtedly understand everything about the boy in the fastest way possible.

Promise waved his brush, pulling out the already completed paintings from the night sky.

It was a painting where lanterns lit the night sky, making stars make way, a painting he had once made but had not perfected, which was now finally complete.

In the painting, the lanterns sketched the night sky into the form of the moon goddess Artemis drawing her bow, and under such moonlight, Promise, amidst the blossoming white lilies in the forest, handed his painting to the beautiful moon goddess Artemis.

This was the second painting of the night,

Immediately after, he swung out his brush again, pulling out the third painting.

It was in the sacred forest of Apollo, the god of light, where the goddess transformed into a silver laurel tree blossomed by a clear pool.

In the painting, Promise held a golden seven-string harp, competing with his friend Orpheus.

But it was not a competition, but a banquet.

The god of light, Apollo, was among them, many creatures, birds, rabbits, foxes, and the nymphs of the forest, came to hear the beautiful music played by the three and accompanied them.

The sunlight shone on them, and the pool water reflected such a beautiful scene.

This was the third painting.

Then came the fourth.

It was the road to the underworld, where Promise played his seven-string harp, illuminating the underworld, as the sacred Pegasus carried Persephone racing through the underworld, while Hades in the distant temple watched them approach, waiting for their arrival.

And finally, Persephone came before him, and the two embraced.

Then came the fifth painting.

The painting was divided into two halves, one side showed the destiny that Clotho allowed him to glimpse at where Demeter would unleash her fury on the earth due to Persephone's departure, and for some reasons, a scene of humiliation and crying.

And on the other side was the goddess Persephone holding Demeter's arm, the two of them smiling together, walking in a garden bathed in sunlight.

Facing this painting, Promise was silent for a while, then gave a faint smile.

With a wave of his hand, he made the other half of the painting disappear, leaving only the beautiful scene that exists now.

Finally, there was the sixth painting.

Inside the temple of Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, 

Her maid, dressed in a maid's outfit, pushed Hephaestus, who was sitting in a wheelchair, along the temple's corridor.

Inside the temple, the previously quiet and dull atmosphere had vanished, as the doll sisters busied themselves with their work, simultaneously showing him their brilliant smiles.

And finally, Hephaestus entered a room.

She picked up a sculpting tool, removed the mask from her face, and her long golden hair, nearly falling to the floor, shone with a glossy radiance under the sunlight.

And she, then showed a gentle smile to the silhouette of a young man in the room, a tenderness Hera had never seen before...

Thus, six paintings had been completed.

In fact, there were two missing: one of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and one of Themis, the goddess of justice.

Promise's agreement with Themis was that he would become a true hero when he returned the Sword of Judgment he held.

And his agreement with Athena marked the end of all his journeys.

As for the goddess of fate, Clotho, the destinies he had broken along the way, presenting different, beautiful futures to Clotho, were themselves like a painting.

Now, Promise finally put down his brush, and these paintings, floating around him, also fell into his hands.

At this moment, half of the twelve main gods of Olympus had been depicted!