Greek Demon Myth

38 – The Demon’s Victory…..?

“…..”

“…..”

Hermes frozen with a bright smile.

Looking at this, I shouted nice inside.

The ward of the treatment center was covered with silence as all kinds of emotions intersected.

“Hmm?”

“Why is that?”

As I smiled innocently with an ignorant face, Hermes tilted his twitchy hair.

“That, so… Aha! Did you ask where the treasury of Perseus is?

That’s right. He was also a great hero. The sword that cut off Medusa’s head…”

“The person who sent you seems to be of high rank?”

Shouldn’t this smirking messenger god say something so obvious that it’s not like he’s hiding it like he’s jumping over a pit?

Honestly, the answer came out with just that reaction, but I decided to go a little further.

“I don’t think it’s the oath of Styx. If I hadn’t been in a situation where I shouldn’t have said it, I would have twisted this and made people’s heads rot.”

If you play with words like that, even later, if the news goes to the person concerned, you could be very upset.

Even his wit and fraudulent skills are not working, or even if he is working, there is no follow-up, so he’s an opponent you wouldn’t even think of launching a strategy at all.

“Um, over there, that’s…”

“That’s why the matter called me is quite a serious matter between him and Hermes.

It has been confirmed that the person who even decorated Atalanta beautifully and delivered the mysterious elixir is the same person who sent you.”

To be honest, anything involving Atalanta was half a gamble.

Asclepius praised the few drops of the elixir left in the bottle as magical power far beyond the level of modern medicine, and the elixir fed by Atalanta, and Atalanta’s excessively beautiful and well-suited twilight-colored Hitaion, who brought it.

At the end of such a series of events, the messenger of the gods suddenly rushed to the treatment center, not somewhere else?

Aren’t coincidences overlapping too much?

So, just in case, I mixed it up and threw it here and there with one question.

As expected, this was also bingo.

“If the person who decorated Atalanta, the person who gave her her elixir, and the person who sent you were all different. There is no need to be so upset.”

If he had a hand or helped Atalanta, the reaction would have been different.

Perhaps smirking and sarcastically saying that there is only one possible answer.

Wouldn’t he have tried to play tricks with a bizarre riddle again?

“Aha…”

“Again, what else?”

“So he was watching the match between me and Hercules?”

In other words, his eyes may still be on this place.

That’s why Hermes couldn’t even play with words in order to escape the moment.

“Now, shall we summarize? As the messenger of the gods and the proud seat of the 12 gods of Olympus, you can’t help but feel awkward about talking about it, and you can’t turn your words into a riddle about it.

If you are satisfied with the match between me and Hercules and even give me a magic elixir…”

Sometimes it’s the cleanest and most comfortable way to suppress everything with a strong force.

In fact, after I unified all the Heavenly Demons under my command and started the conquest of Central Plains, no one dared to confront me head-on. Naturally.

However, before reaching such a position, I had to face and deal with a group of troublesome human beings.

Especially, Gwihyeonsa, who recommended me to stay up all night to test me before becoming my bookkeeper, and God Lee Jae-gwi, who made my head hurt with riddles that catch floating clouds among the twelve gods.

And when I met and talked with Hermes, I could see that they were of the same kind.

In a word, he is a somewhat twisted human figure who enjoys drama by fooling people with riddles and tricking others with cunning.

And the best way to deal with such a human figure.

It is to refute in exactly the same way.

‘Of course, this time Hermes was in a state where his limbs were almost tied.’

I may offend Hermes, but the reason I pushed him like this was to drive a wedge into it.

“…You should change the question”

“What?!”

Like Buddhism’s Seon dialogue or Socrates’ midwifery, I unknowingly explained it to Hermes and summarized it.

It was as if the answer had already been given.

‘…Not Zeus’

Not Zeus.

I’m not 100% sure because I haven’t seen Zeus yet.

If Zeus had been watching me, he wouldn’t have twirled like this.

Amman Modern, Turns out, by the standards of the 21st century, the character Zeus was portrayed as a lecherous and lame-like image, but he is clearly a mythological king.

The first farmer, the most powerful god who drove out the titan god Kronos, the god of time.

In addition, Hermes is like his exclusive messenger, and Hermes is proud to be Zeus’s messenger, and he is an aide of Zeus’ entourage who accompanies Zeus in secret.

If he had come by the order of Zeus, he wouldn’t have been so shy with me in the beginning.

He must have proudly announced that he came by Zeus’ command from the beginning.

Where is that playboy of all ages, dressed up like Atalante and sending it to me?

The story that Saekma shaved his head and turned to Buddhism would be more credible.

Is that another god of Olympus?

That’s definitely not the case either.

The opponent is a rare thief god who robbed the ranch of Apollo, the god of the sun, and even destroyed evidence as soon as he was a toddler.

Even for the 12 Gods of Olympus like Amman, it doesn’t make sense for him to be so awkward.

It is an ambiguous situation that this busy messenger god personally comes at the request of Ares, Poseidon, and Artemis, who have made good impressions on it.

Then there is only one god left.

“Queen of the gods, mistress of Olympus, and three daughters of Kronos”

“Heh-guk! He-guk! He-guk!”

Every time I recited the nickname of the goddess watching over me, which I was 50% sure of, the god with blonde curly hair shuddered in hiccups.

As expected, to an office worker, what is more terrifying than the president is the president’s wife.

“….You don’t have to listen to the answer”

As I laughed at the rare, hard-hitting sight of the hiccup of a noble god, Mi-Hermes immediately came to his senses and grabbed his head.

“This, this, this! My, me! My reputation as Olympus’s trickster is so overshadowed!”

Honestly, in this debate (?), Hermes was very unfavorable.

Because it was a subject that could not be easily discussed, and it was hit from an angle I hadn’t even thought of.

Of course, it was his fault for lowering his guard first and allowing free fire.

I wouldn’t know if it was another normal Greek hero, but it was natural for me to be in trouble like this.

“Yes, that’s right! Brother Ares, Lord Poseidon! Even Hera-nim thought you so pretty! To the point where he told me to come and see you for not being able to see me frightened and wriggling!”

As if in desperation, Hermes jumped into the bed next to him and started playing claps.

However, without even being able to laugh at such an appearance, I grabbed my head at the fact that eventually became certain.

“Hera, Hera-sama…”

If Zeus in my knowledge is the king of the gods and a playboy.

Hera was the queen of the gods and the scourge of heroes.

If you are a hero or a half-human demigod who horribly kills his mistress and her children instead of George Genie, isn’t it the number one target you must avoid?

But a goddess like that is paying attention to me?

“I’m not going to be killed later, am I?”

“Terrible?”

“It means to die terribly”

First of all, looking at the Divine Magic, which is the exact opposite of Hercules’ Divine Power, it is almost certain that I am not of Zeus’ lineage.

Seeing that she personally adorned Atalanta and even sent the elixir highly praised by Asclepius, it was clear that the queen of the gods had a crush on me for some reason.

However, if you think about it, in this mythical world, the good feelings of the gods have generally brought about not very good endings to the heroes, even if the general public does not know.

The fact that the wife of the supreme god showed a crush on me was quite embarrassing to me.

“…What are you talking about? Among the heroes these days, it is extremely rare to receive the blessings of Her Majesty.”

Hermes stood up from the bed grumbling and pouting, and sat down facing me again.

“Ehh… I thought I would stab that way and come in. Aren’t you curious about your blood?

Of course I knew how to ask that, and I was preparing the riddle of conversion with great effort.”

As expected.

Hermes knew about my parentage.

However, I have just met the being who shaped my body.

Investigating and exploring its existence was my training itself.

Rather than blowing this golden opportunity as if cheating on the answer sheet, the first thing to do was to explore the unknown beings who were approaching right away and to give a shot to the smirking messenger god who reminded him of these old friends.

Honestly, it was kind of fun.

“Getting to know him is his little pastime, and my task.

In addition, some beautiful traveler’s guardian spirit gave a great clue.”

“Oops…! I underestimated you so much!”

Even though he hit his forehead as if he had taken one shot, Hermes didn’t seem to be hurt.

“Aren’t you offended?”

“Eh? I? What’s wrong with you?”

At my question, Hermes shrugged his shoulders in amusement.

“Be it a human or a hero, it is better than those who cringe in surprise at the name of God.

It’s much more fun to run into a guy saying let’s play like this. In that sense, you are such a fun guy!”

Like a pro gamer who had just lost in an exciting game, Hermes was smiling coolly.

“Then I’m glad”

“Yes… Her Majesty the Queen was right. I was just worried.”

Hermes nodded as if he had confirmed everything to be checked, and looked somewhat refreshed.

“As you said, the Queen of Gods, the goddess of beautiful eyes, took care of you.

If you didn’t know, I wouldn’t know, so I’ll be sure to thank him later.”

“Of course, do you have any favorite sacrifices or things that break your head if you offer them?”

“It is a sacrifice that breaks the head after offering it… It’s a new expression? Fun!”

As expected, the 21st century canyon-style vocabulary is a bit excessive in the era of cleanliness, where crows bite is the best curse word.

I made up my mind to be a little careful while watching Hermes who was excited like an elementary school student getting excited about swear words.

“Let’s see… Hera-sama is the axis who accepts any sacrifice without rejecting it.

It’s just that the poems you posted on Olympus are trending these days. Would you like to write a nice piece just like you did for your father, catch a fat cow and upload it together?”

“…Poetry?”

Did I suddenly write a poem?

When I thought about it for a moment, Hermes grimaced at her in amazement.

“Why, weren’t there poems written with wild boar and poems written to father Zeus in Ares’s temple?”

“Ah! Is that? No, why?”

The first time I went to the temple of Ares, the god of war, I had that thought.

I am like this now, but in my previous life, I was the high priest of Asura, a god of war and a god of battle, as a heavenly horse of the Heavenly Demon Church.

The world is different, but I’m going to say hello to the god of war in this land, and I don’t look like a spirit to just throw an offering and come back.

So I applied the Cheonmarok and ancestral rites that I had memorized a long time ago and uploaded them along with the offerings.

That’s fashionable on Olympus?

I have a hunch that something extraordinary is happening somewhere I don’t know…

“Turn it off…!”

“Huh…?”

To think I’m dwelling on a mysterious feeling that’s very, very, very, very strange.

Hermes, playful at my face, secretly dropped another bomb.

“…How about the news that the moon goddess in anger rushed to her brother’s temple with tears in her eyes?”

“Yes!?”

Damn it.

Right now, offerings were not a problem.