Humans in Type-Moon, Path of the Heroic Spirit

Chapter 110 Meeting of the Gods
"A council of gods? Is today the day for a council?"

Faced with Hephaestus' invitation, Athena blinked, a look of bewilderment appearing on her beautiful face, as if she had completely forgotten about it.

The so-called Council of the Gods was actually a regular meeting, similar to a "family gathering," held by Zeus, the king of the gods, to bring the Olympian gods closer together.

Although they occasionally discuss important matters, they usually just chat casually about everyday things.

The gods generally had an attitude of indifference towards such "family gatherings"—which explains why Athena didn't think of it at first.

“Yes.” Gazing at the goddess of wisdom whose mind had suddenly become somewhat dull, Hephaestus sighed softly. “So, will you come with me?”

"Of course."

Although Athena readily agreed, she still had some doubts. "But Hephaestus, didn't you used to refuse to attend meetings? Why do you want to go now?"

"...I just have something I'd like to ask 'Father'."

Hephaestus was silent for a moment, then spoke in a calm voice.

"As for the child, you don't need to worry about him. I will tell him that you are leaving."

"Oh, I see. I understand."

Seeing that her best friend was unwilling to talk about it, Athena didn't press further. She nodded, then looked at Hephaestus with concern and instructed, "Don't be too direct about Kratos... just say that Lady Athena has issued a divine decree, ordering me to return to Athens immediately to handle some matters..."

"I'll try my best."

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Near Mount Olympus.

Two streaks of light, one white and one red, flew rapidly through the air. When they were still some distance from Olympus, two other streaks of light, one silver and one gold, suddenly approached them from behind and arrived beside Athena and Hephaestus.

"Hey! Athena, you have time to come to the party today?"

The vibrant sound reminded them of deer in the forest, and Athena and Hephaestus turned to look, slowing their flight slightly.

The speaker was Artemis, the moon goddess, dressed in a long white dress, who was now intimately leaning towards Athena.

“It’s not just me, Hephaestus is here too.”

Athena said with a smile, pointing to the beautiful doll maid beside her.

After she finished speaking, the expressionless doll girl nodded slightly to Artemis and then fell silent.

"Eh~ that's really rare~"

Artemis was slightly surprised to see Hephaestus nodding to her, because her sister had stopped attending parties in person long ago and usually sent puppets to listen in.

"Wait, wait a minute, Artemis, you're saying she's Athena?"

However, just as the three goddesses were chatting and laughing, an untimely voice suddenly rang out.

Athena and Artemis, their conversation interrupted, turned their heads in displeasure and looked at the person who had spoken.

It was a blond youth holding a seven-stringed lyre and wearing a laurel wreath. He was looking at Athena with disbelief, seemingly shocked by her transformative change.

"What?! Apollo, we were just chatting! That's very rude of you!"

"And why are you staring at Athena? Do you have some ulterior motives towards her?"

Artemis frowned in displeasure and was the first to denounce him.

"Don't say that, Artemis." Seeing his dearest sister was angry, Apollo quickly waved his hand and explained with a smile, "I'm just a little surprised because it's the first time I've seen Athena like this." Although he admitted that Athena was a strong contender for the title of the most beautiful goddess in Greece, that didn't mean he was sexually interested in her.

Compared to ordinary beautiful girls, Apollo's favorite is, of course, cute and handsome boys!
Besides, even if he were interested, he couldn't defeat Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

Others might not understand, but he certainly did—in all of Greece, besides Zeus, Hades of the underworld, and Poseidon of the sea, the strongest was Athena.

"Alright, Artemis, don't blame Apollo."

On the other side, Athena gently brushed the ends of her silver-white hair with her slender fingers, narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "After all, I look quite different now compared to before, so it's normal that he didn't recognize me."

“Yes, yes, Athena is right.” Apollo glanced gratefully at the silver-haired goddess who had spoken up for him and said repeatedly.

"Alright, for Athena's sake, I'll forgive you."

At her best friend's pleading, Artemis gave a soft hum and reluctantly said...

However, after Apollo's interruption, Athena and Artemis lost interest in continuing their conversation. They exchanged a smile with Hephaestus and then tacitly increased their flying speed.

In an instant, the three goddesses had left Apollo far behind.

"Seriously, didn't you say you forgave me?"

Watching the goddesses disappear into the distance, Apollo scratched his head and said somewhat dejectedly.

He then sped up as well, racing towards Mount Olympus.

…………

This is the center of ancient Greece, the dwelling place of the gods.

—This is the summit of this place, Mount Olympus.

Located in the Hall of the Gods in the center of Mount Olympus.

Although a council of gods is held periodically, attendance is not mandatory. Therefore, not all the gods are present.

Meanwhile, in the hall, the gods who were free to attend had already taken their designated seats.

Beneath the empty throne stood a young man with long, dark green hair, wearing a hat with wing patterns and holding a short staff with two snakes. He was giving his opening remarks with a celebratory expression.

"Rejoice! Rejoice! Now is the time to hear the divine decree!"

"He is the inheritor of the most intense chaos, transcending time and space, knowing the past and the future, the ruler of the other side of the vast sky—"

"The thunder he wielded was enough to shatter heaven and earth, making the world tremble—"

"He is the strongest! The most benevolent! The most virtuous! The highest god—"

"Ahhh... the Eternal Great God who possesses unparalleled power!"

"—At this moment, he will descend upon this place!"

As the impassioned congratulatory speech concluded, a dazzling bolt of lightning descended from the sky and landed directly on the throne.

"..."

The next moment, lightning scattered, and what appeared before the gods was a middle-aged being with white hair and beard, a tall and robust figure, and holding a thunder scepter.

He was none other than Zeus, the king of the gods.

(End of this chapter)