Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 511: What about double standards?
"Long time no see, Cecrops."

After waiting at the door for a while, the door of the Pope's Hall finally opened.

Astraea, wearing a gold-embroidered robe, a golden crown and a mask on her head, walked out, holding a scepter in her hand, and was more majestic than Eros.

In comparison, Eros standing behind her looked quite out of touch and careless.

However, after Cecrops bowed slightly to Astraea, he turned all his attention to Eros, who seemed to be out of tune.

Wearing the holy robe, she knelt on one knee towards Eros and spoke respectfully.

"It has been a long time since we last met, the Lord God I have been waiting for."

Sure enough, her guess just now was correct. Only Eros had such an unconventional style.

Perseus, who was standing by, looked a little silly. When he saw Cecrops kneeling down, he followed suit and knelt on one knee.

But he didn't turn his head at all, still tilting his head to look at Cecrops, ready to imitate her next move at any time.

His mother told him that outside is not like at home, he should just follow what others do and not be eccentric and attract attention.

Seeing this, Eros couldn't help but look sideways.

The main thing is that the kid looks big and strong, with a muscular body that is standard for a Saint Seiya, and his face also inherited some of his handsomeness.

His mother is Danae, the yandere princess who was able to play the role from childhood to adulthood, with deep scheming and acting skills.

Theoretically speaking, with such excellent genes, Perseus must be good in all aspects.

But why does Eros seem to exude a silly and stupid aura?
Being stared at by Perseus with such a curious look, Cecrops could hardly hold back the expression on his face.

"Perseus, why are you looking at me? Look ahead, look at your Lord God, Eros is still yours."

"Cough cough."

Eros coughed twice quickly, interrupting Cecrops's reminder.

He didn't plan to tell Perseus about this so early. After all, as a man, he needed to train and grow.

If he knew that he was the second generation of a god and knew what kind of person his father Eros was, it would be easy for him to develop a spoiled and frivolous character.

Once a man has status and power, there is no need to think about what he will do. Eros knows it best.

Don't say he is hypocritical. He admitted that he is hypocritical. What's wrong with that?!

He worked diligently and continuously to become what he is today, so could this kid just enjoy the fruits of his hard work and become a second-generation rich man? !

He is not a cute, sweet and soft little cotton-padded jacket, why? !

You must first make your mind suffer, your muscles and bones tired, your body uncomfortable, and train yourself hard before you can do that.

The clever Cecrops naturally quickly understood that Eros did not intend to reveal the truth, and quickly changed his words.

"He is still your main god, you must not disrespect him."

"Hmm? Senior, isn't what you just said a little wrong? Didn't you say it once?"

"Be quiet! Just listen!"

Cecrops' face darkened slightly, while Eros looked a little surprised.

Although he is a simple person, his intuition is surprisingly sharp? Is this also a kind of great wisdom in a foolish way?
She does look very much like her mother Danaë, and if her apparent stupidity is just an act, then they are even more alike.

Thinking of this, Eros took the initiative to speak to Perseus.

"Your name is Perseus, right?" When Perseus heard Eros calling him, he turned his head and faced Eros with a simple smile.

"Yeah, my name is Perseus."

"But it's not a name my mother gave me, it's a name God gave me."

Only then did Perseus notice the very young and handsome boy who looked even younger than himself standing next to the mysterious and majestic Pope.

Perseus didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the young man in front of him was so handsome that he seemed not to be an ordinary creature.

There was clearly no light, but his eyes seemed to be filled with light. He could not see or remember anything.

After lowering his head, the specific appearance of Eros in his mind was still blank, without a trace.

All I remember is that it was a face as beautiful as light, emitting a convincing and admirable aura.

This situation is normal. Although Perseus is a demigod, he is the child of Eros and the son of Zeus.

But he is still just a demigod, and the power of his microcosm is not that strong, so he naturally cannot look directly at the face of God.

In the eyes of most mortals, gods are vague human forms formed by the aggregation of various things. It is impossible to glimpse their true appearance, and only the feelings in the soul remain.

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Just as seeing Ares will make you fear and tremble, and seeing Apollo will make you happy and hopeful.

Anyone who sees Eros will eliminate the hostility in their hearts and develop good feelings and passion for life.

What's more, as the child of Eros, Perseus's intuition exudes a sense of closeness to Eros and he instinctively develops a sense of trust.

"I heard that you are currently training in the Holy Land, working hard to wear the holy garment of Perseus?"

Eros continued to speak slowly, and Perseus also spoke very honestly.

"Yeah! Actually, I want the gold armor more, but they all said that I can't wear those gold ones. Only the silver ones are suitable for me."

Nonsense, if you are not suitable, who is?

If a demigod named after Perseus is not suitable for the Perseus holy garment, what else can he be suitable for?
Astraea, who was wearing a mask, secretly complained in her heart. She could see it when Perseus came to Athens.

The movement of the stars indicated the arrangement of fate. Astraea saw some clues in Perseus and arranged everything accordingly.

The smile on Eros's face faded, and his gentle voice became stern.

"You are so young, but you are so ambitious. You should know that the most important thing between the holy garments is whether it is suitable or not."

"You can't even wear the Perseus Cloth that suits you best, and yet you still dream of wearing the Gold Cloth?"

"Look at your Pope. Do you know how much effort and hard work she put in to wear the holy garment of Libra?!"

Astraea beneath the mask first showed a confused expression, and then clasped her toes awkwardly.

Hard work? Effort? Isn't the holy garment welded to the body when you are born?

And she also knew that the Gold Saint of Taurus was another child of Eros, and that the Gold Cloth fell from the sky on the day of his birth.

Eros's unreserved and exaggerated boasting and praise made Astraea feel like she was about to die of embarrassment.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, otherwise the dignity of the Libra Saint and the Pope of the Sanctuary would have been destroyed.

"It seems that the intensity of the training is still too low, Cecrops!"

"Triple the intensity of his training! No, five times! Ten times!"

(End of this chapter)