Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 498 Do you know how wild animals court?

A hunter running in the woods, a goddess shooting arrows, the embodiment of the wildness of the wilderness.

As Artemis moved swiftly through the woods, Eros, following behind her, had the opportunity to see her other side.

Beyond that cold beauty, there is another side of Artemis.

The wild, unrestrained, passionate and excited look is integrated with Artemis's agile movements.

It is obvious that one can hit any prey by just pulling the divine bow.

Obviously, as long as she opened her eyes, there would be no secrets in the wilderness for her.

But Artemis was like a mortal, like a beast, not using any divine power, relying only on her own hands and feet.

Normally, those tall and slender legs were used as a perfect shelf by Eros.

Only when its owner moves and jumps nimbly through the woods, the lines on its legs truly show its beauty.

Artemis has never been a good girl who wears a long dress and quietly attends parties like other goddesses.

She is the wilderness, the agile huntress, the hunter.

The so-called coldness is just a misunderstanding of her appearance by people who don't understand her.

When she ran in the mountains and forests, when she pulled the hunting bow and followed the hunting dogs to track the prey, she was more passionate and cheerful than any other goddess.

This happiness even made her forget Eros who had been following her and the unpleasantness that had just happened.

She was completely focused on her hunt, hunting like a mortal.

Eros followed closely behind her, keeping an eye on Artemis, and watched all the changes that Artemis underwent.

He couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. After all, although he had always coveted Artemis' body, he had never tried to understand Artemis at a deeper level.

Artemis's communication basically revolves around Apollo, so Eros has not seen what Artemis is like outside of this matter.

And now he saw it, saw the passionate figure of Artemis running through the woods chasing her prey.

And this figure is even more beautiful than Artemis' usual cold appearance.

Eros thought that he might have found a way to conquer Artemis.

Artemis was chasing a grizzly bear, a beast that was considered extremely ferocious and dangerous in the eyes of ordinary people.

And she had no intention of using her divine power to kill the beast directly.

She followed the grizzly bear's footprints like an ordinary hunter, judging the bear's condition from various details in the forest.

Her hounds followed her orders, harassing and attacking the grizzly bear until it became increasingly tired.

The arrow that hit the grizzly bear's lungs before would cause it to bleed continuously. The more violently it resisted, the faster it would die.

Hunting is like this. No matter the weak or the strong, everyone is in danger of death in the wilderness.

Just as Artemis followed the bloody footprints, ready to give the exhausted grizzly bear a fatal blow to end the hunt.

Something unexpected happened, the sound of an arrow breaking through the air passed by Artemis' ears.

The arrow, crudely made from oak, shot out from behind her and disappeared into the jungle one step ahead of her.

The grizzly bear's dying howls echoed through the trees, and the hounds rushed forward barking, wanting to present the prey to their master.

But their owner, Artemis, the goddess of hunting, did not look happy at all.

"E-ros!"

Artemis let out a scream of anger, the prey she had been chasing for so long was about to enjoy the end of the hunt.

Such joy was taken away by an arrow of Eros, which made Eros angry, just like being interrupted when he was almost done with his plowing.

"If you just wanted to irritate me, then you did it!" The divine power in Artemis' body rose with her anger, as if countless arrows were pointing at Eros.

Eros calmly put down the bow and arrow he had made in a hurry.

"Don't be so angry, Artemis. Isn't it a common phenomenon in nature that the prey is taken away in the middle of hunting?"

"I didn't use any divine power or strength, just like you."

There was a hint of a smile on Eros' face, but this smile made Artemis very annoyed.

He was irritating himself, and Artemis knew it.

Eros was challenging her, the goddess of hunting, in the area that she was best at and loved best.

He robbed his prey and explained it all by the laws of nature.

Artemis is different from Apollo.

Apollo symbolizes beauty and good things.

If Zarathustra could have brought dualism to Greece, among her good and evil, the most glorious good god would only be Apollo.

But Artemis is different. Although she is also a god close to humans, she is the patron saint of newborns.

But her divine essence is the most straightforward cruelty, the ruthlessness of wilderness and nature.

One life killing another life just to maintain its own life is the most essential and fundamental evil in the world.

It is not war, not killing, not jealousy or strife, but just the purest act of life.

The only reason Artemis could consider hunting as a form of entertainment was because she was powerful enough.

If a hunter in the wilderness has his prey taken away after expending a lot of energy to chase it, it is almost like death.

"Eros, what do you want to do?"

Artemis was suddenly not as angry or out of control anymore, but her tone was more guarded than ever before.

"Don't you always know what I'm thinking, Artemis?"

Eros raised the wooden bow in his hand.

"I'm trying to please you. You like hunting, so I'll go hunting with you."

"It's just that your prey is those beasts, and my prey is you."

"In the wilderness, anyone who hunts can also be hunted. That's what you said, wasn't it?"

This is what Eros believes is the opportunity to conquer Artemis.

This wild hunting goddess took a vow of chastity simply because in her divine essence, in nature, there is no such thing as love.

Therefore, Artemis was not shy about reproduction, and even after being raped by Eros, she did not lose control and go berserk.

That was not because of her affection for Eros, but because in nature there is only conquest and being conquered.

In other words, Artemis is actually an M-type person who accepts everything that comes her way.

But unlike other m's who are submissive, she is the type who will endure it in her heart and resist fiercely when she finds an opportunity.

There is no need to pay attention to her resistance, because this is her nature and will not change.

Gentleness has no meaning to Artemis. She is not a gentle and sentimental goddess at all.

"Artemis, wanna come? A hunt between us."

　Although I did want to do something like "You don't want to xxx, right?" at the beginning, but then I had a new idea and did something wild and beastly.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)