Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 201 Choose, die here, or become mine.
As we all know, the more mixed-blooded and hybrid a person is, the stronger their potential is.

Io herself is a hybrid of the two mythological worlds of the Aessenoides and the Greek Aegean.

Her father was both a god and a human, and although her mother's identity is not clear, she should be a priest of Hera in the city.

He inherited the divinity from Inachus, and as a human, he was also guided by Zeus and given a more noble divinity.

Although the time he was imprisoned in the holy land by Hera was very uncomfortable, he was also invisibly infected by Hera's breath.

There is no doubt that Io has now initially met Zeus' requirements.

A girl who is a mixture of multiple divinities and auras, whose potential is gradually stimulated and who can grow into the Ennead of Heliopolis.

Although in terms of birth alone, Io is not that noble now.

But there is no doubt that she has potential that is no less than any god on Mount Olympus.

But this kind of thing is not important now.

Eros nodded, simply confirming what Io said, and continued.

"So after knowing this, you already know that what Zeus did was not intended to torture you."

"She is honing you, trying to train you to the level she needs."

“But it’s not a pretty thing after all.”

After listening to Eros' explanation, Io closed her eyes and shook her head.

"They called me training and nurturing you, but they never asked for my opinion. They just threw this thing on me without permission."

"I know that gods don't need to care about the feelings of mortals. They are great and noble beings who sit in the clouds."

"But as a mortal being played by God, I cannot convince myself to forgive and accept this fact."

"Even if this matter is called tempering and training, it is still unforgivable in my opinion."

In a calm tone that also contained a hint of anger, Io expressed her thoughts.

She understood everything Eros said, but just because she understood it, she couldn't forgive him.

And she would not endure it like others, because it was given by God, so she would accept it with joy regardless of disaster or blessing.

She was still a minor, far from being mature, and her respect for God was even less profound.

What's more, even a large part of the reason for his father's death was due to this incident.

Otherwise, Inachus would not have died so soon, and his life could have lasted for a while like a slow hourglass.

Therefore, Io held some hatred.

However, Eros was not distressed by her unforgiveness.

Instead, he started laughing, and he laughed out loud.

"You are right. You really shouldn't forgive. These things are just misfortunes for you."

“People don’t care whether the whetstone hurts, they only care whether it can sharpen their sword.”

“The values ​​defined by God are not necessarily the values ​​that people want for themselves, and this is normal.”

Of course Eros would laugh. No matter what Io thought, whether to accept this fate or to resist and be angry, he would not refute it.

But rather than suppressing herself and submitting to the gods' acceptance, Eros really preferred to see her follow her heart and express her indignation at this fate.

This gradually growing anger and hatred, the uncontrollable emotions and thoughts, is what Eros likes to see the most.

"What about you? What do you think?"

Io calmed down a little, but her eyes were no longer as gentle as before, and she looked at Eros.

"I?"

Eros stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "From a personal point of view, I actually support both. I support your anger and hatred towards them, and I also support Zeus's plan."

"It's going to be interesting no matter which side you go on."

As a bystander, Eros can take on the perspectives of both gods and humans, rulers and the ruled.

So he didn't think there was anything wrong with Io's ideas, nor did he think there was anything wrong with Zeus' ideas.

But this is only neutrality in thought.

"But if I have to do it, I should help Zeus, right? Although it doesn't matter if I don't help."

Eros did not hide the fact and told Io.

"After all, as you know, Zeus and I have a good personal relationship. I will help her both in public and in private, and train you to be a better person."

After saying this, Eros ignored Io's attempt to speak and continued.

"Besides, although you are very angry and dissatisfied, from the perspective of an outsider like me, this is not a bad thing."

"Don't you want to become what was prophesied? To become the great goddess Isis whose name has spread to several worlds?"

"Not only you, but also your father. He will be remembered by more people and even by God because he has a daughter like you."

"Do you want him to die as an unknown human being, or do you want him to be remembered by countless people, so that even after a thousand years, there will still be people who remember his name?"

"Even if I only mentioned him because of you."

Eros' words really moved Io.

Because in the final analysis, people are selfish and will only do things in the way they think is best.

Even though Inachus himself might have wished that Io were happy, he was dead now and would never speak again.

Io would only do things in the way she thought was better, such as not disappointing her father and allowing her father's name to be remembered for thousands of years.

But at the same time, she also knew that by doing so, she was actually actively following the path arranged by the god she was angry with and hated.

Even Eros, who saved himself, didn't really want to save him.

He cared more about Zeus, who designed him, than himself, and even saving himself was just a part of Zeus' plan.

Faced with her entanglement and silence, Eros suddenly laughed and took a dagger from the decorations in the hall.

"If you want to thwart Zeus's plans and take revenge on her, use this."

Eros put the dagger in Io's hand, held her hand and taught her how to hold the sword.

"With just one stroke, with your death, all of Zeus's plans will fail, her efforts will be in vain, and you will be able to take revenge on her."

"Besides that, the stronger you become and the faster you grow, the more satisfied she will be."

"But at the same time, if you want to stop, do you think you are worthy of your persistence for half a year and worthy of your father?"

"The choice is yours."

Letting go of Io's hand, Eros left this dilemma, even unsolvable situation, to Io to decide for herself.

He did not lie to the poor girl; he told the truth.

But it is precisely such difficult problems that make it impossible to solve them.

Io's hand holding the dagger was trembling, her mind was in a tangled mess due to Eros, and tears kept dripping from the corners of her beautiful eyes.

"I"

　Alas, it turns out that I still prefer the protagonist who is a little bit less inhuman. If he is too innocent, I can't get excited at all.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)