Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 366: Goddess Hestia Protects the Family

No, what’s wrong with being handsome?

Do you know how troubled handsome people are?

Faced with the thick, black fire poker in the goddess's hand, Eros dropped his shoes and dodged again.

Well, from the action of swinging the stick, you can tell that it is the vase goddess without a doubt.

"This is really a misunderstanding, goddess, please calm down."

Eros turned around and waved his hand. An invisible breeze blew up and made the goddess in front of him spin in circles.

"Eh??"

The petite goddess was swept away by the seemingly gentle breeze and made a panicked sound.

She was a little dizzy after being carried around, and the breeze finally let her go. The fire stick in her hand had already fallen somewhere.

"Who the hell are you?!"

After looking down and feeling dizzy for a long time, the goddess in front of him finally came to her senses. She protected her chest with her hands, looking alert, and stared at Eros.

But her questioning made Eros feel a little strange.

"Hmm? Are you sure you don't know me at all?"

Eros is so well-known that it can be said that everyone in Greece knows him.

Even if I didn't recognize him just now because I was flustered, I should be able to recognize him now if I just think about it a little.

But the goddess in front of him just shook her head warily and said.

"I don't know you at all. How did you get to climb this sacred mountain? You are not... No."

The goddess carefully examined Eros, opened her mouth slightly, and showed a shocked expression.

The first thing she noticed was that Eros was a human being, but after careful examination, she felt that she seemed a little arbitrary.

Although he is clearly a human being, he has the aura of a priest and carries countless divine auras.

Just by looking at it, she could see a lot of strange yet familiar auras lingering around Eros.

After circling Eros vigilantly and carefully, the goddess in front of him suddenly spoke up.

"You're not some joint toy chosen by the gods?!"

It must be said that she was quite familiar with the working styles of the gods of Mount Olympus.

This statement is somewhat correct.

It's just a bit unpleasant to say, what is a joint venture toy? Shouldn't it be the other way around?
Eros gave a slightly awkward smile and introduced himself.

"It seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Eros, and my priesthood is love."

"As for the relationship, I can barely be considered the son of Aphrodite now."

"Son of Aphrodite? Then who is your father? Ares or Hephaestus? Or Poseidon?"

The goddess in front of him said half-doubtfully, her eyes full of distrust.

Eros' eyes darkened, and the words he least wanted to hear finally came.

It’s okay to recognize Aphrodite as the mother goddess, and everyone can play parent-child games.

As for recognizing God as the Father, forget it. He doesn't want to play the father-son game!
If Hephaestus did something like "You look so much like your mother goddess. The two look more and more alike," Eros would be speechless.

And how come even Poseidon showed up? He's so handsome, could he be Poseidon's child?
Eros clarified somewhat speechlessly:
"You misunderstood. I am the child of Aphrodite according to the Theogony, not my biological child."

Although the pantheon directly changes the world, it is closer than relatives.

"Ah? So that's how it is~" The goddess in front of him suddenly realized, but her eyes were still a little wary.

After all, even if the person in front of him is really the little god of love, he is still a pervert who sneaked into his temple and smelled his shoes.

"Goddess, don't doubt it. You can ask any nymph about my affairs and you will hear about them. I will never deceive you in this regard."

"I came here by mistake. I was just taking a casual walk on the sacred mountain. Suddenly I saw a lone figure on the peak, so I came in to take a look out of curiosity."

Eros seems particularly serious at this time, but the initial operation is too abstract.

After the explanation, Eros changed the subject and asked the other party's name.

According to his intuition, these goddesses in front of him, who are petite but tolerant and have a strange sense of affinity, must be extraordinary.

Because his little cosmic radar has been ringing, and the eyebrows and eyes of the goddess in front of him are somewhat familiar.

"My name? Hmm."

The girl-like goddess hesitated for a moment before giving her name.

"You may call me Hestia, the Fire Goddess of Mount Olympus."

Oh, Hestia. No wonder she looks so familiar.

After all, she is the eldest sister of Hera and Demeter, and the sisters look somewhat similar.

But she is obviously the eldest sister, so why does she look younger than the other sisters?
Even Zeus, the youngest and the one who most closely fits the definition of a girl, looks slightly more mature than Hestia.

Looking at the goddess Hestia in front of him, who could be called half a giant, Eros took a closer look at her again.

It turns out that among the twelve Olympian gods, except for the unborn god of wine, the last one is here.

And by getting to know this woman, Eros also knew all three virgin goddesses on Mount Olympus.

It’s a pity that we haven’t really conquered any of them yet.

While thinking about this, Eros suddenly thought of something else.

It is obvious that none of Zeus' six sisters are good people. Even Demeter, who works as a farmer, is good at wielding a sickle.

How come Hestia, the eldest sister, is a vase goddess? Isn't she the goddess of sacred fire and family?
In a sense, she is the protector of the family and Themis is the enforcer of rules.

A sister and an aunt are Hera's strongest support, ensuring that there will be no problems in the marriage between Hera and Zeus.

How could a weak Eros be able to keep her spinning for a whole day with just one finger? This is not right?

Eros's scrutinizing gaze made Hestia pout and look at him unkindly.

The scrutinizing look on her figure already made Hestia a little uncomfortable.

Although she couldn't understand the strange looks that followed, Hestia's intuition told her that they definitely did not mean anything good.

It would have been fine if he was disrespectful to her before he told her her name, but how come after he knew her name, he still had the guts to look at her like that?
Don't you know her identity?

The King of Gods, Queen of Heaven, Neptune and Pluto are all her sisters. Shouldn't a little god like Eros, who has just ascended the mountain of gods, be respectful immediately?

According to normal thinking, Hestia should decisively use her power to suppress the opponent at this time.

Make this guy in front of you apologize to you harshly, and then kick him out.

But an inexplicable feeling made Hestia give up this approach.

She always felt that if she did that, she might be the one in trouble.

　There's always something new to come up with.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)