Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

“…”

“…Hurry up, fight.”

“One death is good, and dying together is better!”

“If you all die… then I’ll see if your wealth is worthy of the achievements you talk about.”

There was only a change in the shape of his lips, but no sound was made.

With his eyes wide open, Paris in the bushes was afraid and excited at the same time.

Like the old witch, the young man was indeed not an ordinary guy, but this was interesting.

As for whether they could fight… Paris said that he was just thinking about it casually.

It was like the fantasy of an ordinary life was suddenly broken, and someone told him that he was actually the son of the God King who was stranded in the world and was destined to become a hero who would go down in history.

The probability of success was almost zero, but this did not affect people’s imagination.

So he smiled subconsciously, and the expectation for the future was always beautiful… But the next moment, the prince of Troy suddenly found that the environment around him seemed to have changed.

“!”

Shocked, the sun shone on Paris, but it could not warm his body.

The bushes in front of the prince disappeared without a trace, and he was exposed in front of the two people by the pool.

Paris came back to his senses and slowly raised his head.

Looking at the two beings looking at him, the prince tried to squeeze out a smile.

"... That, I..."

"Hehe, don't be nervous, handsome young man. I am not a big shot, and there is no saying that I can't let others stay with me."

With a smile, the old face looked more and more ferocious.

Atropos didn't seem to see Paris's subconscious disgust, but continued to smile and asked:

"I don't know what you think about my proposal just now?"

"What?"

After a pause, Paris was a little confused, because he didn't listen to what they said seriously just now.

And the goddess of fate, who was leaning on a cane, saw this scene, and her breathing stagnated, and then she swallowed the breath again.

Huh... This is a mortal, even a mortal favored by fate, is so foolish.

But fate will never favor an existence forever, and mortals are even more so.

Thinking of this, Atropos' mood recovered a little.

She forced a smile again and repeated what she had said before.

"As you can see, I have some conflicts with this young man on some things."

"We both think that our abilities are extraordinary, but we can't convince each other - this is a difficult thing to solve, but fortunately at this time, we found you on the side."

"Nothing is fairer than the judgment of a stranger, after all, you don't know us.

"So we decided to give you the qualification to judge, what do you think?"

"..."

"... Of course... My name is Paris.

"For this matter, I think I can really give it a try."

His expression changed from nervous to calm, and then from calm to eager to hide.

Whether it was Ryan or Atropos, they saw Paris's seemingly obscure but obvious thoughts at the moment, but they did not expose them.

They just watched the handsome prince pretend to hesitate for a long time, and then put forward their own requests.

"You two, if God lets me meet you today and makes such a judgment, I naturally have no reason to refuse."

"But before that, maybe I should see your true level... This will also help me make the right choice."

"I have no objection."

Smiling and nodding, Ryan soon heard Atropos agreeing.

But the goddess of fate immediately said that not everyone is qualified to watch her work.

In this regard, Ryan followed suit.

"Then Paris, please follow me."

With a hoarse voice, Atropos waved his hand.

Although there were some minor episodes in the middle, the result was no different.

She came for Pallas, after all, the trajectory of fate is getting more and more serious now.

Before, the goddess of fate did not plan to show up herself.

She wanted to let this young man she met by chance act as a tool, and she would lure him to make a choice as a prophet and teach him the secret of "prophecy"-of course, this is not a real prophecy.

Because Atropos would use this secret technique to show the fate she hoped to see to the caster, and because she was the goddess of fate, almost no one could find out that it was wrong.

In this way, she could let this young man guide the "future king of Troy" to the right path for desire and benefit, and she could also withdraw from it.

The wealth and glory he enjoyed in this process was his reward, and as for the price... it was naturally to welcome the destined death when fate required it.

Atropos thought this was very reasonable. Many mortals were willing to choose to exchange their lives for more than ten years of wealth.

But the attitude of this human finally angered her, and the goddess decided to choose another path.

"Come... come here."

"Paris, I think you must be curious about why our sisters' fabrics are unparalleled in the world."

The shadow of the tree canopy hit her, making her look even darker and more terrifying.

Atropos reached out and took out the black scissors from his arms.

"Because they can not only be worn on the body, but also show a person's future achievements... Come here, I will show you the glory that should belong to you in the future..." Swallowing, looking at the scene in front of him, Pa Reese always felt as if he was about to be sacrificed.

After hesitating for a long time and looking back at Ryan, who was looming in the distance, the prince chose to step forward.

Legend has it that wizards master all kinds of evil witchcraft, but their bodies are extremely fragile.

Although Paris didn't know if this 'fragility' was really that weak, or if it was just weak compared to those demigod heroes.

But the witch in front of her didn't look strong and strong no matter how she looked.

As a direct descendant of the gods, no matter how weak he is, Paris still has two skills.

Besides, who wouldn’t be interested in his own future achievements?

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Tread...

For a long time, by the pool.

With a tangled mood, Paris came to the bluestone where Ryan was sitting.

The young prince did not hide his hesitation, although he could even feel the blazing eyes watching him from behind.

Investing in a king... It sounded like something like that, but he was still a little flustered.

It was obvious that he just wanted to earn some benefits, but Paris never expected that he himself would be involved.

Do you accept it... The prince thought so, but he subconsciously rejected it.

Because even the goddess of fate, who knew everything about Paris, from birth to all the unknowns in the future, did not notice that she actually made a serious mistake, or it was a problem that was subconsciously forgotten by herself.

That is, as a handsome man, as a man who loves beauty more than power and wisdom, Paris has always been a true beauty control.

Lachesis can do certain things, and so can Clotho, but as the eldest sister of the goddess of fate, Atropos is destined to cause a lot of trouble.

Because the throne is very tempting, the legendary beauty is also very tempting, but when these are said by an ugly old woman, even if the future scene seems so real, Paris is still suspicious.

"...Mr. Paris, you look confused?"

Snap——

The pebbles fell into the pool, causing some splashes.

Ryan's words interrupted Paris's thinking, and he woke up from his entanglement. The prince pondered for a moment.

Touching the extra pair of cold scissors in his arms, and thinking about the rumors about witches, Paris finally nodded slowly.

"Yes, I learned something from that... lady."

"But I don't know if I should really believe it, after all she doesn't seem that nice."

"So Mr. Irvine, what is your work?"

"Compared to her, I'm actually looking forward to your results."

"My results...it depends on what you want."

Smiling, Ryan asked with a smile:

"Do you want the power of the kingdom, extraordinary wisdom, or the beauty that will dazzle all living beings?"

"!"

Suddenly looking up, Paris didn't expect to hear such a response.

Just now on that magical thread, the prince seemed to see his past.

And when they were woven into cloth, the prince seemed to see his future.

He saw that he had gained the favor of a beautiful woman and enjoyed the happiness and joy of the world.

"You...you know-"

"——Obviously, compared to that lady's weaving skills, my level is still slightly better."

"Perhaps that's why she wants you to kill me to fill the ugly jealousy in her heart."

Snap——

Without looking back, he threw a stone into the pond again, and Ryan pointed to the pool in front of him.

"This is... part of my work."

“Cut the cloth she gave you and throw it into the pool.

"Maybe you'll be able to see...something else she didn't tell you."

The three gods of Mount Nyssa, Clotho made the thread, Lachesis measured the short and long, but it was Atropos who cut the fate with the scissors that finally brought the result.

So Fate didn't want to show Paris's original destined fate, so she didn't use it to cut it.

But Ryan didn't want her to hide it, so he gave the prince a chance to watch.

As for why he still participates in the affairs of these gods when he has already walked around the world as a human being——

"At the end of this era, these three goddesses of fate should no longer be alive."

"And this pair of scissors must be in hand in advance..."

Throwing the third stone into the pool, Ryan could vaguely see the black body through the gap in Paris's skirt.

He will meet the three goddesses of fate one by one.

But due to the special authority of fate, he could not let his incarnation judge them simply and neatly with power.

Just like today, even though Atropos is so 'weak', Ryan also knows that as long as Chaos's fate in this world remains, nothing can really hurt her except fate itself.

Even the other two goddesses of destiny and their artifacts actually meant nothing to her.

Fortunately, apart from that, the only ones who can hurt the goddess of fate are themselves.

Perhaps this is also an alternative balance.

PS: It’s not advisable to stay up late reading novels, as it will be the same when you wake up the next day.