Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 202: Picking the Fruit Before It Ripes

Inakos was found dead on the throne in the early morning of the next day.

His emaciated body was still dressed in gorgeous silk, but the laurel wreath on his head was nowhere to be found.

Archon Acrisius, who arrived in a hurry, looked at the ashes of the burnt petals in the brazier at Inachos' feet and fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Archon, has His Majesty been murdered by someone?"

Some people who didn't know what was going on looked at the traces left in the palace with caution.

Inakos has lived for many years, and as far as they can remember, he has always looked old.

But he still lived for many years, so this sudden death was full of mystery.

Acrisius came back to his senses from his thoughts and stopped them from investigating.

"No need. His Majesty Inachus's death was something he had foreseen long ago. This is fate bestowed by the gods. There is no need to investigate."

"Then."

When he reached out to touch Inachus' body, the emaciated corpse turned into ashes in front of Acrisius.

"Send His Majesty Inachus' ashes to the seashore and scatter them into the sea. This is his plan."

"And bring my family and my daughter Danae."

"From now on, I am the new king of Argos."

Standing in the center of the palace, on the Acropolis, the highest point in the entire city of Argos, Acrisius stroked the golden relief on the throne.

He got the position he had always dreamed of, and reached such a high position while still in his prime.

But for some reason, he didn't feel as happy as he had imagined.

Instead, there was some inexplicable worry and fear, perhaps because of seeing Inakos's emaciated corpse, or maybe because of other reasons.

Suppressing his inner uneasiness, Acrisius turned around and began to direct others to deal with Inachus's funeral arrangements.

While the entire city of Argos was experiencing a transition of power, a carriage had quietly left Argos and headed west.

The carriage had already set out in the early morning hours, the horses' hooves trampling the morning dew on the grass leaves as it moved forward slowly.

There were only three people in the carriage.

Prometheus drove the chariot, while Eros leaned on the back seat, supporting his head, half lying there.

"Where were we just now?"

Eros looked very casual as he casually glanced at the girl sitting opposite him.

"Just now you said that the essence of witchcraft and magic is just to achieve the result through another means and process."

Io still wore her father's laurel wreath on her head, but her silk skirt was replaced with a linen dress.

The simple dress still couldn't hide the girl's slim figure and her still youthful curves.

In the end, she was not fooled or instigated by Eros and did not make any stupid decisions.

In the end, she finally escaped from Eros's words.

Seeking death seemed to break all of Zeus' calculations and ruin her plans, but this was just the most stupid act.

It is absolutely too stupid to use one's own life in exchange for the failure of the other party's insignificant plan.

And even if she were alive, she could become more and more powerful, powerful enough to exceed Zeus's expectations and make all her plans go awry.

Eros's sophistry only made Io a little confused for a while. After calming down, she naturally understood what she should do.

"Oh, I think that's it."

Eros suddenly understood, nodded, and continued to explain to her without paying attention to Io's coldness.

Io chose to follow Eros, on the one hand because she had nowhere to go and no one trustworthy to rely on.

On the other hand, she wanted to absorb all the nutrients that could help her grow. Whether it was the power of the microcosm that Eros had taught her, or the potion-making and magic that were compulsory subjects for the goddess, she learned everything from Eros.

It also includes a lot of divinity, authority, etc. that she is temporarily unable to use, as well as a lot of miscellaneous knowledge.

Just like a sponge, it endlessly absorbs nutrients from Eros.

And Eros, of course, would not be stingy, and would answer whatever she asked.

He knew that Io had very complicated feelings towards him at this time.

I feel grateful but also a little angry. In my heart, I secretly see myself as someone who can support me, but because of my words and actions, I feel a little repulsed.

This contradictory state has led to Io's current complex attitude towards Eros.

They were not as close as they were in the beginning, and there was a hint of hostility, but it was far from serious, and more like a cold war.

But Eros didn't care about such things. Io was still too young. She was even younger than Europa.

Europa is sixteen years old after all, and her personality is more mature than Io.

Io should be only thirteen or fourteen years old, and it is far from the time for her fruits to mature.

Thinking about this, Eros' mind began to drift again, and he forgot what he was talking about with Io.

After a while, Eros came back to his senses and laughed awkwardly.

"I think I've said too much today. You should digest it first. I'll continue to tell you later."

It's obvious that I'm just too lazy to explain it. Although Eros has magical skills, he is not proficient in them.

Let him teach these magics, there is really nothing else to say except reading the theoretical knowledge.

"Prometheus, how long will it take us to reach Arcadia?"

The destination of this trip is Arcadia, located in the center of the land, which is the center of the earth and the embrace of Gaia.

The metal Gammanion that Eros needs comes from deep in the earth and has always been held by Gaia.

Because they had to go deeper inland, Cecrops did not come, and she stayed in Argos to take care of Prometheus' ship.

After Eros got Gammanion and Silver Star Sand, he turned back and sailed out of Argos to find Hephaestus.

So this time there were only Eros, Prometheus, and Io.

And Io.
Eros looked at her. This child still had to go through a lot before she could fully mature.

And Hera would not let Io go just like that.

It is still unknown how long she can continue to study with him.

But at this moment, Io's mind was drawn to the names spoken by Eros and Prometheus.

"Arcadia? Is this the Arcadia that the travelers are talking about?"

She had also heard from some travelers that further west from Argos there was a dreamlike paradise.

In their words, the people there are beautiful and wealthy, and their lives are happy and free of worries. It is simply a paradise on earth.

This also made Io a little curious, is Arcadia really as beautiful as they said?

"How should I know? I haven't been there."

Eros shrugged and said.

"However, based on my experience, this kind of place is usually not as good as you imagine."

　I have always been a visionary of utopia, but from a dystopian perspective.

　　So humans are really contradictory creatures.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)