Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 448 - 121 Poseidon, Who Was Accidentally Targeted (Ecstatic)

In the palace of Eryxis, where the queen resided.

In the cold winter, snowflakes drifted down, landing on the rooftop and the ground. The chilly wind outside and the burning fire inside created a convection, stirring up breezes. Through the window, Metanira could see the guards outside.

They were the elite warriors of the kingdom, Second Order fighters who not only possessed extraordinary strength, immune to heat and cold but could also temporarily enhance themselves with the energy within their bodies. They could march a hundred miles wearing heavy armor or triumph over common beasts with their bare hands.

In this era, they were almost considered reserves for the high echelons of Eryxis, and after centuries of development, this ’high echelon’ might even be replaced by ’aristocrats.’ Thus, having them as guards was originally a symbol of status, but the queen knew that they were not there to protect her.

On the contrary, they were there to protect the flourishing kingdom from being destroyed by her. And all this was because of Metanira’s resentment towards the Goddess of Agriculture.

Everyone ’forgot’ the existence of the Little Prince, or rather, many commoners were never aware of the full story, but the queen was not willing to ’forget’; everyone was grateful for the presence of the Goddess, for she made natural disasters less fearsome, but the queen was equally unwilling to be thankful.

Even when Metanira saw the citizens of Eryxis showing gratitude towards Demeter, she still tried to tell them the truth behind it—all she didn’t expect understanding from the people, but at least they should remember that Demophon died because of it, and his name should not be forgotten in silence.

And from that day on, the queen was taken back to the palace.

Clearly, although Demeter herself had already cast aside the memory of that dead child and did not wish to recall that failed creation, others dared not let the ’stain’ of the Goddess be spread. King Cleius also gradually had some suspicions about the whole incident.

Minutes and seconds passed; the night grew increasingly deep. Until midnight, as the incense was about to burn out, the void in front of Metanira’s expectant gaze finally trembled slightly.

Soon, under the flickering candlelight, two figures that could be considered ’small’ appeared and solidified gradually. They looked like children of about ten years old, but the queen’s eyes held only caution and longing as she looked at them.

"It seems you have made your preparations," said the boy, taking the lead, followed closely by the girl.

"You must choose one of us."

Looking at the mortal before them, Volos and Eros spoke dispassionately,

"Now... make your choice."

"This is your only chance in life to take revenge on a god."

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In the queen’s bedchamber, the conversation continued.

This was not their first meeting; in fact, soon after Metanira had been confined to the palace, she had already encountered these two child-like gods.