Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 368: Hard on the outside but soft on the inside, Suki!

A fire burned quietly in the side hearth, illuminating the completely dark room.

The warm goat milk was emitting steam in the simple pottery jar, and Hestia covered her legs with a blanket, adding a touch of warmth.

If there were no one to disturb her, this might be another quiet and peaceful afternoon for her, where she would feel the warmth of her life alone.

But the figure sitting opposite Hestia, blowing on the cup, completely disrupted her plans for the day.

Wrapping herself tightly in a blanket, Hestia sat several meters away from Eros, her eyes full of vigilance.

"We agreed that after you finish this cup, you will leave immediately."

"Huh? Did I say that?"

Eros raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that looked a little provocative.

"I think you're quite comfortable here Hestia, I plan to sit for a while."

"Well, just sit there until it gets dark, and then I'll go back directly."

Eros calmly ate the words he had said to Hestia before, and drew a new pie.

As expected, Hestia immediately got angry and her little face instantly turned vicious.

"You guys, you keep doing this over and over again, do you really think I won't get angry?"

"Alas, that is not the case."

Eros took a sip of the mellow goat milk. The dairy product prepared by Hestia herself was indeed sweet and delicious.

"I said I'd have one drink and leave, but I didn't say when I could finish it?"

"Isn't it normal to have afternoon tea until dusk while chatting and sipping?"

Hestia was left speechless by Eros's specious arguments. She gnashed her fangs, wishing she could rush up and bite Eros.

"I have nothing to talk to you about, get out of here!"

The girl's anger did not make Eros back down, instead he just found it cute and interesting.

"Oh, why are you so excited?"

"You're sitting so far away, are you still worried about what I might do?"

Eros gently turned the spoon and spoke in a persuasive manner.

"Besides, how can there be nothing good to talk about between us?"

Looking at Hestia meaningfully, Hestia now didn't know about Eros.

If she had known, she would definitely not look at Eros like this.

Hestia would definitely not be able to resist getting to know a man who was about to take all her sister away, no matter how socially averse he was.

It just so happens that the generation gap in information plays a crucial role.

The smile on Eros' face slowly turned into a long sigh, revealing a bit of fatigue.

"Well, although it's a bit abrupt, I really like the feeling of your place."

Hestia was confused by some of the sudden changes in emotions and attitudes, and felt something was a little strange, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Without waiting for Hestia to speak, Eros continued on his own.

"After all, this is probably the only place on Mount Olympus where you can get away from all the noise and trouble and be quiet for a while."

"Alas, they always say that gods are carefree and always spend their days in joy and revelry, but it seems that is not the case."

With a sigh, Eros assumed his signature lying posture, looking exhausted. Hestia was startled, these words somehow resonated with her brain waves, and her originally vicious expression softened a bit.

Isn’t the conflict among the gods on this sacred mountain a kind of pain that disturbs people’s peace?

As the guardian of the family, Hestia hates the close and complex relationship of family the most.

Because of family affection and blood ties, people or gods can no longer live for themselves. They are bound and restricted by others and cannot even control whether they are happy or not.

Looking at Eros' expression, it seemed as if he remembered something, which made Hestia feel a little sentimental.

But even so, she did not give Eros a good look, only her attitude was slightly better.

"Why are you complaining to me? Don't you have somewhere else to go back and complain yourself?"

"There is no such place. After all, I still have to live with my nominal mother goddess."

Eros sighed and glanced at Hestia.

"I know you don't want to spend more time with me, but I don't mind. You don't have to talk to me at all."

"I just hope you can sit here quietly, even if it's just doing your own thing, and it doesn't matter if you pretend to listen or not."

"After all, you are the only one on this mountain who can listen to my words and not spread them, right?"

These few words made Hestia's expression become inexplicably strange.

What was going on? Why did he suddenly feel guilty? It seemed like he was being too much of a culprit for not letting him stay here.

For people like Hestia who are afraid of socializing, there are generally two situations.

One type is people who have a bad temper, cannot speak well, often have conflicts with others, and over time they don’t want to socialize.

Another type of person is one who has too good a personality and is always overly tolerant of others, but ends up getting hurt all over because of other people's conflicts.

Eros guessed that Hestia should be the latter, and his guess was not wrong.

The characteristic of this type is that they are particularly soft-hearted, especially when faced with moral kidnapping and are unable to fight back.

Perhaps she herself knew this, which was why she chose to defensively resist interacting with other people to avoid her uncontrollable softness.

If Eros had been blasted out at the beginning, nothing would have happened.

But since she couldn't withstand the pressure and tolerated Eros step by step until now, it would be difficult for her to maintain her attitude.

With just a few words, Eros made Hestia's attitude change again and again, and now she could only speak with a reluctant tone.

"How do you know I won't tell anyone?"

"Huh? There's no one here, where can you pass it to?"

Eros looked at her with disdain, which clearly meant that Hestia didn't even have a friend, so who could she tell?
This sight made Hestia's mood, which had already softened a little, harden again in an instant.

Hard, fist hard, what on earth does this hateful man mean? !
Does she have no friends? It's because she is too lazy to bother and care about those useless interpersonal relationships.

Why does she look so pitiful that she can't even find a friend?
This man is really annoying. Who brought him to Mount Olympus?

With a lot of anger in her heart, Hestia turned her face away and leaned on the sofa, as if ignoring Eros.

Since you can't drive him away by shouting, just let him talk and see what he can say.

It would be better to reveal something so that I can have a better control over this hateful man.

Seeing that Hestia seemed to be indifferent but was actually letting it go, Eros smiled.

Then, he would begin to use his special skill as the first bard, his expertise in journalism.

(End of this chapter)