Greek Demon Myth

29 – Altus Amor

“I’m glad I met you even now. If you think that a pretty gemstone like you fell under the swanky Artemis…”

Atalanta, who changed dozens of clothes in the blink of an eye, lost her mind.

Even more important than that was the identity of the noble lady who brought the cloud, and more urgent than that was the safety of Dianes.

“Hey, Goddess…?”

“Why? If you feel uncomfortable Is there anything you don’t like? Would it have been better to wear one of her necklaces, though?”

Like a mother who was excited about dressing up her daughter, the noblewoman smiled benevolently and asked her intentions.

And under that smile, in those eyes that twinkled like morning stars, Atalanta realized who she was.

She claims to be the guardian deity of the new moon and maidens, and is also a goddess who can call upon Artemis, whom Atalanta worships, without hesitation.

Even if you try to ignore her, it is impossible to ignore her beautiful eyes that make you fall in love just by looking at her, and the elegance that radiates from her every gesture.

“Hey, Hera-sama?”

Queen of the gods, mistress of Olympus.

Atalanta couldn’t keep her mouth shut at the identity of the lady who appeared out of nowhere and made her beautiful.

“Whoops, that’s clever. Those dull heroes are nothing but foolish fools even with a god in front of them.”

As if even her bewildered face was pretty, her Hera smiled and put perfume on her hands and touched her hair.

“Tsu-tsu… I guess I should send some perfume to my Chariclo. Only in the forest where young heroes grow, nymphs have no sense of reality at all.”

“Yes, yes yes!”

No goddess in her world dares to stand in front of her, and she is the lofty queen of the gods, who even the kings of the gods give up their seats.

The fact that such a goddess was touching her own hair made Atalanta feel like her soul was about to go out.

She said, “Come on! Look at this!”

In a bewildered mood, Atalanta quietly entrusted her body to her touch.

A large mirror slowly appeared in the clouds and reflected the image of Atalanta.

“Uh…?”

“How! You look like a new bride in early summer!”

The Atalanta reflected in her mirror was literally unrecognizable to herself.

First of all, Atalanta’s body, clean without any minor scars, was like watching a lioness roaming the meadow.

Elegant and beautiful, but an enchanting beast with fangs that can be lethal at any moment!

Her excessive decorations and fancy fabrics were rather poisonous to Atalanta, who boasted her wild beauty and elegance.

Her sporadic, stiff reddish-brown hair was swept with balm to revive the red energy, and it shone like her waving flames, matching her healthy brown skin, as if she were seeing the spirit of summer.

In addition to this, a scarlet himathion resembling the twilight weaved with great care by the nymphs of the golden tree, and a belt decorated with daffodils carved with carnelian and black jade on a body of lapis lazuli and platinum.

And the shoulder shawl that adds mystery with the quiet magic like the curtain of the night is added.

Atalanta was so beautiful that she could not be inferior to any other goddess.

‘Is this… me?’

With the feeling of

, Atalanta couldn’t take her eyes off herself in her mirror.

Her gentle smile, the Queen of the Gods whispered in her ear as she snuggled up on her shoulder.

“Now, how are you? Do you like them?”

“Yes…Yes, Your Majesty…”

She nodded in a bewildered mood, and Atalanta in the mirror nodded as well.

If she is like this, will Dia Ness’ heart beat as well as she did?

If you hold her hand, she will thrill, and if you meet her eyes, will the whole world stop?

It was a moment when the thought passed by.

“Dianes!”

“How are you?”

“Lungs, Your Majesty! D, Dianes. Dianes is in danger!”

The huge thunderbolt of Hercules that is still vivid in my mind.

And Dianes, who obviously received this head-on.

Now was not the time for her!

Seeing those beautiful, ruby-colored eyes wet with her tears, Hera narrowed her wide eyes in surprise as if she was slightly surprised and smiled.

How pretty are children in love!

At this level, it would be the best blessing to bestow upon the young apostle who acted as her god’s punishment in her stead.

“Don’t worry. The child who will be your companion is safe.”

As Hera beckoned, the clouds at her feet receded slightly, revealing the earth far below her.

Beneath it was Dyanes, bloodied, standing alone in the middle of the half-destroyed Colosseum, in front of Hercules, who had lost her mind and collapsed.

“Oops…The injuries look a bit bad?”

“Dianes!”

Dianes, who was staggering and looking down at his arms, slowly fell backwards and collapsed to the floor.

Even so, Dianes looked up at the sky and laughed at what was so good about it, but soon closed his eyes and lowered his head.

“Kyaaak!”

“Calm down, I just passed out”

“Yes? That, then…”

“Of course, if you leave it alone until the medical staff arrives, you may not know about that black illegitimate child, but that child seems a bit dangerous.”

Of course it was a lie.

Even in Hera’s eyes, that little hero named Dianes’ potential was no less than that of Hercules, so there was no way his life would be in danger with that much blood loss.

However, crises are like servants who make love even more beautiful.

If you make good use of this opportunity, Dianes will praise her, thrilled with her devotion to her gifts sent by her Hera.

The daughter of Artemis, who has lived a dreary life without knowing her love, will shed tears and praise her for the sweetness of her love that she gave her as a gift.

It seemed like it could already be seen.

The praise of the heroic couple resounding throughout Greece elevates her divinity to eternity.

The beautiful poems praised by Poseidon and Ares so tightly decorate her temple!

All her Greece will praise her and wish her blessings.

In praise of her spirit for leading young heroes to happiness!

On top of that, seeing the illegitimate child with an ungodly name collapsed in the corner blindfolded, the thousand-year-old congestion went down, and her mood was already far beyond its peak.

“Uh, uh, what should I do?”

Atalanta was ready to throw herself down there at any moment, her tears welling up.

Glancing at her teeth, Hera gave her one of her beautifully crafted glass bottles from her bosom.

“It is an elixir made by my adoptive mother Tethys. It is a magic medicine that heals any wound in an instant.”

“Go, thank you!”

Now, is this enough?

Just as she was about to be satisfied with it, she remembered the best shot that would surely connect these two beautiful lovers.

“However”

As soon as she received her illness, Hera’s determined voice caught Atalanta, who was about to jump off her feet.

As if the graceful smile that was spreading just now was an illusion, the Queen of the Gods looked at Atalanta with majestic eyes and said.

“The name of that elixir is Altus Amor. It is deep love.”

“Deep love…?”

“Yes, it is an elixir that only needs to be conveyed with a single kiss to be effective, and is as powerful as the love that the kisser sends to the kissed person.”

Of course it was a lie.

The elixir she gave to Atalanta was the elixir of recovery that her adoptive mother, Tethys, sent with her affection and concern to Hera, who was at the end of her world not too long ago.

An elixir among elixirs that even healed Hera, who went through the ordeal of hanging on to the edge of the world with an anvil attached to her feet, with just one sip of hers.

Perhaps if it was the sheep given to Atalanta, even if Dianes was in danger of dying three or four times, as long as she could breathe, she would bring her back to life.

‘What kind of face will that child show as she sees her lover who has recovered neatly from her own kiss’

The Queen of the Gods addressed her own young preceptor as a solemn queen outwardly nodding her head contentedly inwardly.

“However, if that love is false or if you only love one-sidedly, instead of living that child, you will lose your life. How are you? Will you accept this?”

“…..”

Hera called her delight at the setting of her elixir, which she thought was really the best.

Even as Hera pretended, a child named Dianes would live a life no less complicated than that of Hercules.

If another female hero, whom she has paired with herself, supports such a hero next to her and overcomes her hardships together. Could she be more beautiful than that?

But what if Atalanta refuses to take the leap to live alone?

It’s just that he wasn’t a vessel to be with Hera’s apostles back then.

She would just have to find another extraordinary woman to connect with Dianes.

“What should I do?”

Atalanta looked down at the elixir in her hand with her trembling eyes.

Hera quietly watched the bride-to-be.

And then, she lifted her head again and looked up at Hera, her ruby-colored eyes gleaming with determination that shone with her overflowing love.

“I will! I’ll do it! Even if this life is lost!”

Good!!

It was the moment when the family goddess burst into cheers inside.