Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 162: The scumbag has a face and a mouth, he can't be defended

Messali, the bee goddess, really can sting.

It accurately ignited the most explosive powder keg and directly brought back the topic that had been diverted with great difficulty.

And by the way, even Amalthea was affected by the flames.

"That's right, you can't stay long, kid. You have to hurry!"

Amalthea, who was already somewhat paranoid about having children, stared at Eros, as if she was determined not to leave unless she became pregnant with him.

"Aren't you going to stay on this island with me if you leave?"

Europa bit her lip, her fingers clutching the hem of her skirt.

"Where are you going? I want to go with you!"

The atmosphere became increasingly tense. It turned out that compared to goddesses, humans were both much easier and much more difficult.

Of course, it was also because Eros did not have the time and opportunity to explain the situation to Europa at the beginning.

She had always thought that Eros was just an ordinary human being like her.

"You two, calm down for a moment."

Eros was really sweating profusely now.

Goddesses have endless lives, so many times they don’t care about temporary gains and losses and companionship.

But as a human being now, Europa really needs the sense of security of this companionship.

Fragile life brings with it the fear of death and attachment to life.

"Goddess Amalthea, don't worry. I promise you that I will never leave Crete until the oracle is completed."

"I swear on the Styx!"

Eros first persuaded Amalthea by swearing an oath, and then turned around to appease Europa.

"Europa, don't get excited. Don't let your emotions get the better of you."

He grabbed her hand and tried to comfort her, but she held Eros' hand tightly and refused to let go.

It seems that it cannot be solved by just saying a few words.

Eros sighed and said to Amalthea.

"Goddess, can you lend me a quiet room so that we can be alone for a while?"

There was naturally nothing wrong with this request. In fact, Amalthea sent the two of them into the quiet room with great anticipation.

There are many such empty quiet rooms in the temple, with nothing inside except candlesticks burning with incense.

It is usually the room where priests meditate or pray to God. It also contains ointments, olive oil, and nectar for rubbing the body.

Generally speaking, this thing should be used for serious meditation.

But what if it’s not serious?
According to a survey without any source or evidence, the temple of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, consumed the most perfume every year.

It even surpassed the total of all other gods combined and ranked first.

Of course, the source of this news has not been confirmed by anyone, so it is not reliable.

After bringing Europa into the quiet room, the atmosphere became inexplicably silent.

Europa didn't say anything, but just held Eros' hand tightly, obviously a little angry.

"I think I can explain it first. You don't have to be like this."

Eros was a little helpless. Europa was obviously afraid that he would just abandon her and leave.

This is a manifestation of insecurity.

"I told you before, I will not leave you, Europa, you can rest assured, just listen to me first."

These words alone were not enough to convince Europa, so Eros had no choice but to let her hold him and begin to formulate his own words.

"We just met for the first time last night. The time was too short and I didn't have the chance to explain many things to you."

"So you may have some misunderstandings at first, now let me explain it to you slowly."

Time is too short?

When Europa heard these words, she showed a hint of contempt.

Is this the reason why you would rather drug her last night than explain things to her first?
She had no recollection of the last time she saw Zeus. She only remembered that she ate the fish, said a few words, and then fell asleep.

This pot is black and round, and only Eros can carry it.

"Let me think, when should I start?"

Eros thought for a moment before speaking slowly.

This time he didn't need the assistance of music, because what he wanted was the expression of his true feelings.

Only sincerity can move people.

When he was young and ignorant, he met Zeus by chance. The Queen of Heaven was jealous, so he was forced to go out to sea to find a way to survive.

Travel the seven seas, fight the giant snake, meet the goddess, and anger the sea king.

Well, I can only end here. Eros can only tell the rest of the content in a vague way.

Mainly, he used the Spring and Autumn style of writing to gloss over many things. He couldn't tell Europa that he was merciful everywhere.

Even when going to the underworld, it is mainly to look for beauties in the underworld, right?
Eros must maintain his heroism, otherwise it will hurt his impression in Europe.

Otherwise, the first Greek heroic epic, Eros, would have become The Sowing of Eros.

Even Prometheus knew that he had to be appropriately glorified in the legend of Eros.

How could Eros himself overlook this?

"So you're not actually a normal person?"

After listening to the story embellished by Eros, Europa could no longer suppress her curiosity and finally spoke.

"In fact, I think I am just an ordinary person, but I am extraordinary in some aspects."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about!"

Europa tugged at Eros's clothes, looking a little excited. "Is what happened between you and Zeus true? Even if it's not, you can still fight against those powerful gods."

"You have eternal life, not restricted by life and death, but I am just an ordinary human being."

The heroes in the legends do inspire admiration, but when you get close to them, you can't help but feel inferior.

Eros was not an ordinary person. Europa was not excited about it, but instead felt a slight sense of panic.

Eros, who was once so close to me in my heart, now seems so far away.

So far away that it seems like a god who is far above the clouds and cannot be reached.

Yes, how could someone as dazzling as him be ordinary?

Seeing Europa's eyes gradually dimming, Eros found it a little funny and flicked her with his fingers.

"What are you thinking about? Didn't you listen to what I said before?"

"I am still a human being, but you are already a goddess on earth. Once our child is born, you will ascend to heaven."

"How can you be considered an ordinary human being if you become an eternal star?"

Zeus' promise and Eros' previous words seemed to be regarded by Europa as unrealistic empty words.

But in fact, those words were very serious.

Eros had no idea of ​​immortality, but he didn't want to die early.

Likewise, it was impossible for him to allow Europa to actually die as a human being.

He had already thought it through. If Zeus didn't tell them apart at that time, Eros would pick out Taurus's sacred cloth.

Use that part of the authority of the constellations to forcibly push Europa into the realm of eternal life.

The holy garment created by Eros using his authority will only be more useful than the original one.

If Europe is worried just because of this matter, there is no need to worry.

"So, do you really have to leave?"

Europa looked up at Eros pitifully.

"Can you stay with me? Or let me leave with you?"

Chasing the stars in front of her, Europa did not want to be left behind.

Because once she was abandoned, she would be alone again.

"Because I have things to do."

Eros said helplessly.

"I've already said that I'm still a human being. If I stay here, what will I do when you ascend to the sky?"

It is impossible to stay. Eros is the wind, a scumbag who cannot be controlled by anyone.

As for taking Europa along, that's impossible. Who would go out with their whole family?
Naturally, he had to find a way to refuse, and make Europa accept it willingly.

"But aren't you Zeus's lover? Why don't we become goddess consorts together and ascend to the sky?"

There was lingering affection in Europa's eyes.

She no longer cared about these trivial matters of reputation, but this sentence made Eros look very strange.

Wow, what he said a long time ago really came true.

Sneak into Zeus' harem and then have sex with all of his concubines, right?
"No, no, no, Europa, I can't do that."

Eros's brain was racing, looking for a reason.

"Do you believe in fate? We will only rise to the sky when our mission is fulfilled."

"Your mission is to bring civilization and nation to this island, but I have many more missions to accomplish."

"I need to face many trials. The Queen hates me to the core. I must pass various trials to wash away her hatred."

Why is it that the more I talk nonsense, the more I feel like Hercules?

Twelve trials, right?

"That's why I have to leave and can't stay on Crete for long."

"Only when I have truly accomplished an unparalleled feat, a feat that would impress the gods, will I have truly completed my mission."

Eros believed that he would ascend to Olympus sooner or later, but that time was not now.

Zeus also needed a suitable reason to allow Eros to join the ranks of the gods.

Europa is just a constellation, because she brought the entire Minoan civilization and opened the passage to Canaan.

If Eros is not satisfied with being just a vase-like constellation, he needs to achieve achievements that can convince the gods.

After all, you can’t just rely on charm and connections to reach Olympus, right?

What position would Zeus give him then? The God of Astringency?
Europa felt uncomfortable after hearing what Eros said.

She squeezed Eros's hand and said resentfully.

"So you are close to me because of a mission? Are you with me because of Zeus' arrangement?"

Eros would certainly not take this obvious fatal step.

He in turn grabbed Europa's hand and spoke very seriously.

"Europa, you can question me about anything, but you can never question my love."

"Because my heart and my love are always so sincere and passionate, and will not change because of anyone's orders."

It will only change because of the inner bitterness and aesthetics, and it is easy to break into many pieces.

　It's the college entrance examination season again. Looking back, I seemed to have given up halfway around this time.

　　Oh, everyone should work hard.

　　Whether it is study or life, or what you want to do, it can be an ideal or a dream.

　　Those who give up halfway will be tortured by the curse of dreams for the rest of their lives.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)