Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 204 Become a Goddess for Me

"Do you want to leave? Or do you have any new ideas?"

Eros fiddled with the fire with a faint smile on his face.

"Why don't we talk about it, what's wrong with you?"

The singing of nightingales came from afar, and the stars embraced the moon, with tiny lights.

Such a quiet night, coupled with the quietly burning fire, is indeed a very suitable environment for conversation.

The last time she was in the temple, Inachus' body was beside her, and Io's mind was mostly immersed in the grief of losing her father.

After a period of settling down and getting along with each other, Io's mood gradually calmed down. What does she think now?

After hearing what Eros said, Io remained silent. She sat there with her head down and said nothing.

"Tell me, is there ever a time when you dare not speak out?"

There was a hint of joking in Eros' tone.

"Are you still holding a grudge against me because of Hera? Or are you trying to distance yourself from me because I'm not on your side?"

I think Io is still struggling because of these things.

Eros saw that she had been in a troubled mood for so many days, so he thought it was time to give her some advice.

Just like brewing wine, there is also an optimal time limit to avoid it going bad.

However, Io still did not speak, but just avoided Eros's gaze, her fingers tightly grasping her clothes.

"Don't want to say? Or am I guessing wrong?"

Eros remained unfazed and continued.

"After all, it was me who controlled you and made you live as a cow for half a year. You hold a grudge against me..."

"No! That's not what I care about!"

Io suddenly raised her head and interrupted Eros.

"I have already figured this matter out, and I don't care about it anymore."

Io has indeed let it go of this matter.

Although Eros had betrayed her, he had also saved her, and Eros was not the mastermind.

Although she still felt complicated, she understood that the real reason was not because of this incident.

But it was something that was even more difficult to talk about, something that Io didn't know how to express.

"What do you care about, Io? What are you afraid of? What are you hesitating about?"

Although his guess was denied by Io, Eros still asked slowly.

His words gradually pushed Io into a corner, forcing her to face his questions and no longer be able to avoid them.

"me."

Io hesitated, her eyes avoided, and she seemed a little afraid to face it.

But it was late at night and no one would come to rescue her and interrupt the conversation.

They were the only two people in the silent night sky. Prometheus seemed to be sleeping soundly, with only the howling of nightingales and unknown beasts.

How Io now wished that something would come out and interrupt Eros's questioning so that she would not be so embarrassed.

Under the relentless pressure of Eros, Io finally lost control and poured out her inner thoughts.

"I want to! I want to know what you really think!"

In a voice that was almost like shouting, he called out to Eros.

This sound broke the silence of the night sky, but fortunately Prometheus showed no signs of being woken up.

But Io had completely opened up her repressed heart and poured it out to Eros.

"I want to know what you think of me?!"

"Do you see me as an interesting plaything? Or do you have to take care of me because others ask you to?"

"I don't understand! I don't understand your attitude at all!"

"If you are planning something, then don't pretend to be a nice guy to me! Don't let me misunderstand you!"

"If that is not the case, then what do you want to do to me? What do you want from me? Just say it directly!" Eros turned his thoughts into words in a venting manner, and his attitude towards Io was ambiguous and unpredictable.

This is the source of Io's torment and the reason why she is always entangled and complicated.

"What do you want to treat me as? A plaything or a goal? What am I to you?"

She wanted a more precise and clear answer, not such a chaotic relationship status.

There is also a faint feeling of self-abandonment.

After all, Eros didn't really care about her, did he?
Looking at Io, who seemed a little lost and became listless after the outburst, Eros laughed instead.

Fortunately, he controlled the temperature well and did not let Io collapse in anxiety.

"So you were just thinking about this, I thought you were thinking about something else."

Eros spoke calmly, beginning to lay the foundation within Io's fragile heart.

"What are you thinking about? Of course I care about you."

"This has nothing to do with Zeus's plans and plots. Although I will help her, it does not mean that I am just using you."

Under the cover of darkness, Eros took off his mask again and spoke softly.

"You know who I am, so you should understand what kind of person I am."

"If it was anyone else, even if Zeus had some plan, I wouldn't just bring her with me and run around so much for her."

The implication is that Eros was so happy because of Io's beauty and charm.

Not everything can make Eros work hard for it, even Zeus' request.

Zeus was very clear about this, so he never forced Eros to do anything according to his instructions.

They would place various beauties on the road to lure Eros to follow her arrangements.

Eros understood, but he was happy.

But here, in his words to Io, Eros omitted this premise.

It sounds like what you mean is - it's like this because it's you.

This is indeed a bit ambiguous for a girl who is only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Io was stunned for a moment, and then her little face turned a little red.

"Cocoa"

If that was the case, then she still had many doubts, such as why Eros did this.

Moreover, Io looked down at her still immature body and indeed there was no movement.

Although she is only fourteen, at fifteen she should be old enough to get married, and would be almost old enough to be a bride.

"But what? You think it's incomprehensible that I don't help you, but help Zeus instead?"

Eros smiled and tapped Io's head.

"But from my perspective, the two are not contradictory. Do you want to be my property, my vassal?"

"Like most ordinary people, spinning and cooking at home, being an ordinary woman?"

After saying this, without waiting for Io to answer, Eros continued.

"Even if you want to do this, I won't let you do this."

"From the beginning, I came here with the purpose of making you a more noble and shining person."

"It's nothing to do with anything else, it's just because I like you more like that."

Eros' fingertips brushed across Io's little face, and his eyes revealed a bit of heat.

"Do you understand, Io?"

"Beauty is a must, but being a vase with only beauty is not enough."

"Become a god for your father's sake, for me and for yourself!"

　It has been updated, so what happened in the palace before was just a tactic of playing hard to get. It will be explained in the next chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)