Greek Demon Myth

36 – Funny Guy

Hermes smiled stiffly at the bloody Hera’s threat, and eventually the messenger and the queen’s secret conversation ended by keeping quiet about this to his father.

It can’t be helped that a ray of uneasiness remains, but after the Queen of the Gods made such a claim, even as Hermes, it was ambiguous to say anything more.

However, Her Majesty the Queen may have noticed such anxieties, and she sent him to the treatment center where all the important people of the present age are gathered, saying to say hello to Chiron while she came.

“…Ehh”

“Take it easy. Hermes”

“Kyron-sama, that’s so… Whoa…”

Hermes dragged Chiron, who had just met in front of the treatment center, to a nearby quiet warehouse and told him everything that had just happened.

At this, Chiron also swept his face and hardened her face as if dizzy, but if the Queen of the Gods had ordered that, he too had nothing more to say.

First of all, no matter what the lineage, Dianes was the disciple he led directly, and he was probably the child Nyx intervened and led from beginning to end.

However, as expected, his lineage was extraordinary and shocking, even in Chiron’s eyes, Dianes was far from the seed of disaster.

The reason why he led Atalanta back to the bright world and prevented Hercules from running amok was not Dianes’ performance.

“So let’s meet and judge for yourself”

“Ha ha ha ha, that’s right. That would make sense…”

Let Chiron enter the treatment center while comforting Hermes, who is white as if he is being taken to Tartarus for some reason.

Hercules wrapped in bandages all over his face, and Atalanta aiming at Hercules with a bow.

Then Dianes, who was silently distracted in the meantime, greeted them.

“These guys!! Are you causing a commotion at the treatment center, not anywhere else! What kind of insolence is this in front of precious guests!”

It was a forest of heroes that was always in turmoil, and it was Hermes who went in and out of the forest so that the threshold resembled it.

Nevertheless, there is such a thing as degree.

Hermes quickly changed his complexion and smiled brightly, but Chiron had a duty to guide the disciples who showed such insolence in front of the messenger of Olympus, not at any other time.

Above all, it was also an opportunity for Hermes to arrange a place for him to calmly meet Dianes alone.

“Su, Master! Atalanta suddenly opened her bow…!”

“That’s not it, Master Chiron!”

“…I tried to dry it”

It was Hercules and Atalanta who made excuses to Chiron as if they were unfair, but the brave Little Hero and the beautiful Huntress were caught in the back of their necks in an instant and dragged away by their teacher.

“…..”

“…..”

As if a storm had raged and gone, the bustling treatment center suddenly became quiet.

In the hospital room, where a strange silence that is difficult to describe, the messenger of the gods with beautiful blond curly hair

It was after only the beautiful little hero with impressive black hair was left behind.

“That…Hello?”

“Ha, ha ha… Ah, hello?”

What should I do with this atmosphere?

The jokester of the gods, the cunning man of Olympus.

Hermes felt cramps in the cold sweat on his back and the muscles in his face that were slowly stiffening.

At first glance, he was a small hero who made me think that he was a truly beautiful boy.

From the black hair that gently flutters in the air as if the grain of the night had been cut, and even the pretty face that would be considered a woman if he was well-groomed, if you didn’t know his origin, you would doubt that he was a child of Aphrodite.

‘If Apollon had seen it, he would have gone crazy’

He shook Hermes’ shoulders thinking of his half-brother who lost his lover in an unfortunate accident not too long ago and was imprisoned in his temple, relentlessly eating lyres.

Anyway, he is the proud messenger of Olympus.

In addition, as someone who watched Typhon’s end, he was responsible for finding out whether this child would become the fortune or evil of Olympus in the future.

Capturing his heart, Hermes opened with a bright smile that he called the disarming smile.

“Are you Dianes, the new member?”

“Greetings to the fastest god, messenger of the gods. I am Dianes, entrusted to the Forest of Heroes.”

Dianes, who bowed his head calmly, stood a few feet away and met his eyes.

He was certainly an extraordinary child, even if he wasn’t of that bloodline.

No matter how he was born, he must have been still young, but when Hermes came in, his black eyes like obsidian did not lose their calm light even in front of the gods.

Come to think of it, how is this child supposed to be aligned?

‘If you’re a direct descendant of Mr. Nyx, you can say that he has a higher level of dynamism than his father… But looking at it like this, it’s clear.

This child, god, is not bound by transforming or taking on a body. He’s a real man’

To be precise, he would be a half-man, half-god with the blood of a god thick?

Anyway, it was certain that the mother of the old night had molded and sent that child as a human when she sent it to Greece.

‘But it’s strange…’

I could see why Hera-sama invited me to meet her in person.

Hermes’ business was originally the guardian of travelers and pilgrims.

However, after the catastrophe of Pandora, the newly created humans became vicious and the travelers and pilgrims soon turned into thieves and swindlers.

Still, Hermes was the protector of travelers, and he was also a traveler who wandered the world every day.

When Hermes met those black obsidian eyes.

His business told him, he whispered that the child in front of him was a wanderer from farther and farther than any traveler he had ever seen.

Even Hermes wearing talaria could not compare to his travels.

“Hmm, can I sit down for a while?”

“Ah, you made a mistake in front of a customer. Sorry”

And then, as he watched Dianes offer him a seat, interest slowly soared in the gap of the wariness that had filled Hermes’ head.

As far as I’ve heard, he’s already seen the blood of Artemis at first sight, a minor hero that Ares and Poseidon are so acclaimed for, and a descendant of the Protogenoi that appeared after hundreds of years.

And his profession whispers, a traveler who has arrived in this land of Greece from a faraway place that even Hermes could not have imagined.

‘How on earth is that even possible?’

Of course, it was meaningless for the ministers of the original to discuss the impossible in exchange for their hands.

How can a wanderer weary from a long journey be glimpsed in this young child’s eyes?

Hermes couldn’t contain his curiosity.

Dianes, who offered him a seat, served fruit and steaming green water in front of him, like a host welcoming his guest.

“…Is this?”

“Ah, this is the tea I used to drink in my hometown. Yesterday, while chatting with Asclepius, there was a familiar herb, so I tried making it.”

Home!

Hermes didn’t miss the fact that Dianes’ pretty face grew faint as soon as the word came out.

According to what he found out, his hometown is Pasos.

According to Hermes’ knowledge of Pasos, which had recently been thoroughly explored, there was no culture in Pasos where herbs were mixed and boiled in hot water.

In other words, the water brewed with these herbs must be the culture of a distant place in his memory!

“Is this the first time you hear that there was a custom of serving herbal decoction in Pasos?”

Hermes lifted the cup that was served to him with a refreshing smile, and Dianes, who was sitting across from him and brought his cup to his mouth, smiled and looked at him.

“Because it’s what I ate in my real hometown.”

“Oh… Gee”

You tried to find out what kind of reaction you showed, but was it you who revealed your insides?

Hermes couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the fact that those obsidian-like black eyes were observing him.

“Perhaps you did some background research on me… but please don’t do that, just ask calmly.”

Hermes’s joy increased even more at the invitation of Dianes, who was unstoppable and proud, but did not feel rude.

People who put God before them are usually divided into three categories.

A believer who cannot raise his head in ecstasy and fear.

A scoundrel who raises his head and says, “I will not bow down to God or whatever.”

A hero who bows appropriately, saying that he is going to die because he is having a hard time, be it God or whatever.

But this dark-haired boy was a new type that did not fall into those three categories.

Whether it’s a god or not, you’re a pre-god that faces you and I’m me.

I seemed to understand a little why Ares and Poseidon liked it.

First of all, I respect him and even have a good feeling and respect for him.

I am not ignorant of the gods, but I know and respect their strength and prestige.

But that’s it, and judging by Artemis’ example and the way he’s facing him now, if he crosses the line he’s allowed, he’ll probably be beaten badly.

Even considering his lineage, the amount of damage Artemis suffered on his shoulder could be said to be a small price to pay for crossing his line.

“You look like a hero who made Artemis groan. It’s a significant distribution.”

“Ah, is that goddess still ill? If you’re not rude, ask me how I’m doing later.”

“Kick-kick-kick. It should be.”

It’s witty in its own way.

In Hermes’ mind, the wariness gradually disappeared and instead, he was filled with interest in a new companion and a world he did not know.