Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron encountered Lessaré's caravan on the road and thought he might as well take advantage of the situation.

To prevent this senior brother from losing his life to someone else.

He greeted us warmly, as if we had known each other for a long time.

In any case, based on his judgment, this senior brother was an honest kid, and perhaps many of his fellow students didn't even recognize him.

Lessarre awoke with a start, opened his eyes groggily, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then I saw a bald young man who looked vaguely familiar to me, someone I'd probably met once before, waving at me.

“It’s me, Aaron, your junior apprentice. I was right next to you last night when we were learning to carve.”

Aaron, being very outgoing, put his arm around Lessaré's shoulder:

“You said yesterday that your mother is forcing you to join the caravan. But you can’t leave the country now, so there’s still some time. Why don’t you try your luck at the temple? Maybe there will be a turning point.”

Lessaré felt much more at ease, knowing that this was indeed his fellow disciple, someone who knew all about him.

It turns out his fellow students cared about him so much; it was truly touching.

There were tears in Lessarre's eyes, which he quickly wiped away and took Aaron's hand:

How is the teacher?

Aaron shrugged: "I don't know. Apart from his eyesight being a little blurry, he's in pretty good health. To be honest, the king's death probably won't affect him. After all, he's no longer the master favored by the king. He might even have a second spring in his career because of this and be favored by the new king."

Leszare finally had someone his own age to confide in, and couldn't help but sigh:

“Sigh, the teacher will be content as long as he finishes his work. You just said we should try our luck at the temple—I'm sorry, my mother hates temples.”

“She felt that those ethereal gods couldn’t solve people’s problems. Those gods might be petty, and our ancestors might have offended them.”

Lessaré tried to describe his situation in appropriate language, for if they were truly descendants of Jason, Medea cursed them.

So, going into the temple of Medea's grandfather would be like courting death, wouldn't it?

Aaron found it difficult to explain to Lessaree that the primordial sun god they feared was actually just a shameless old man who ate raw meat.

Moreover, the so-called curse of Medea is a lie.

Your mother doesn't want you to kill your uncle; they're conspiring to find a way to eat you!

Aaron pondered Medea's later story carefully. After her revenge was over, she focused on developing power, whether it was returning to her homeland to help her father regain the throne or going to a new place to become the ancestor of her people.

If there truly is a curse, it seems most likely to be placed upon the Queen Mother, who currently holds actual control of the country.

It's not about the petty squabbles of your small business family.

Aaron looked firmly into Lessaré's eyes and encouraged him:

"So many years have passed, maybe God has already forgotten. Anyway, you can't change your fate on your own now, right? Listen to other people's advice, and then take that step you never dared to think about before."

"The opportunity might just arise like this."

Aaron's eyes possessed an inspiring power, and a natural, irresistible power to make people believe.

Given how bad the situation is already, why not make some changes?

Lessarre nodded emphatically:

"Okay, but what opportunity should we look for to get there?"

"I've also heard the rumors about the inside story of the king's death. They all say that the priestess of the temple misinterpreted the oracle, which led to the king's drowning."

"The fact that the road to the temple is now open to traffic is mostly a preparation to expose the temple's sins to the public, so that people will not be so devout in their faith in God and will neglect their reverence for the king's authority."

Aaron couldn't hide his smile and patted Lessaré on the back:

"You are truly insightful; you can deduce these principles, which shows that your wisdom is no less than that of philosophers and politicians. If you could break away from your family, I think you could accomplish great things on your own."

Leszare becomes listless whenever the topic of achieving something great comes up.

Even though Aaron was pulling him along with the crowd towards the temple, he looked utterly dejected.

"I... I can't do it. What I'm saying is all just theoretical speculation. Reality always changes more than people expect. Although it's shameful to say it, it's not so bad to live without using your brain and just following the framework set by others."

Aaron was very dissatisfied with these remarks and couldn't help but ask:

"What if the person who set this framework is an idiot or a madman? They might not even be as smart as you, yet they can demand that you live according to their rules. At the very least, you should investigate whether this framework is correct."

"If it is correct in a universal sense, then there is nothing to say. But if it is fundamentally wrong, but it has always been this way and no one has ever resisted, then that is the biggest problem."

As Aaron muttered these words, he was also thinking about how his younger brothers would grow up quickly and overthrow their father.

Oh, they might have to torture him to extract important information. This old man must be tired of living.

Otherwise, there must be some reason for doing so.

If it really is because he's lazy and unwilling to communicate with his brothers, then Aaron thinks he should personally travel back in time and burn the palace down.

Both sons were contemplating the meaning of life. Following the crowd, they finally arrived at the front of the temple.

The Temple of the Sun in Macedonia is a rare example of a temple built within a city complex, rather than in some desolate wilderness.

This is also Erda's idea, since it's more suitable to place it in a location that people can reach without having to walk far from their homes.

If placed in a remote location, and given that humans are lazy creatures, the number of visitors would be greatly reduced.

In any case, the temple's revenue was indeed quite satisfactory to Erda, giving her enough leisure time to change her servants' uniforms every year.

Occasionally, she would even embroider a beautiful sunflower herself, shamelessly declaring that this was the aesthetic of the sun god.

What, you disagree?

Should I personally bring the Sun God here for a face-to-face confrontation, and see what He says?

The outer perimeter of the temple is still operational today, specifically the part where stones are thrown.

Once humans form groups, they become a very contradictory entity.

The Queen Mother hoped to use this event to undermine the temple's authority in order to expand secular royal power.

However, a significant portion of the population believed that this was another manifestation of the gods' prophecy coming true. The gods had set the condition of drowning as a warning to the king not to approach water.

Therefore, these people should seize the time to seek positive divine guidance before the gods make a decision.

It's also possible that some people are just there for the fun of it all, to see what kind of sparks will fly between the Queen Mother and the High Priestess, the representatives of royal and divine power.

This might explain why, in many legends, temple priests often jokingly tell the king that his country is about to perish.

Aaron led Lessaré to the spot where the stones were thrown, signaling that he could begin.

His mother explained the reason for these settings to him: unless one is extremely unlucky, most people will get a good omen from the spinning wheel.

The surrounding crowd didn't seem very tense. Every now and then, a few people would brave the sun and enthusiastically throw stones at the positive signs, followed by cheers.

Those who accompanied him also cheered.

After looking around, it turned out that no unlucky person had thrown anything on the negative symbol.

These emotions affected Lessaré, and he finally made up his mind to ask the gods what his future held.

He gripped the stone, took a deep breath, and, with Aaron's encouraging gaze, threw it.

It then accurately hit the symbol representing the path to Hades' death: a tombstone.

Death awaited them ahead, and from behind the tombstone came the sound of hungry laughter.

Those who had been waiting for food opened their mouths and bellies and laughed heartily.

Seeing this, Lessaré's face turned sorrowful, he cried out in grief, and squatted on the ground, unable to get up.

Those around them, who were ready to cheer again for this beautiful symbol, were also taken aback.

They met the unluckiest people in a million?

What bad luck! The crowd gathered around quickly dispersed, making room for this jinx and not wanting to get too tainted.

Aaron immediately felt a strange aura wafting towards him; he had smelled these auras before.

Right outside the city of Thebes, on those resurrected Roman soldiers.

"Nut-filth—"

Aaron whispered the name, one of the four ancient ones his father had pointed out.

But the most urgent task is to comfort Lessaré, lest his senior brother do something foolish.

Aaron hurriedly said, "This god doesn't work, let's try another god."

Chapter 290 Adachi's Family Tradition: Escaping is Shameful but Useful (3K)

When Aaron saw the stone strike the Pluto mark, he didn't know how to assess his senior's luck.

Such a good person, knowledgeable and reasonable, apart from being a little weak-willed, shouldn't have such bad luck, right?

Or is it just like my father said, "You have to pick the softest persimmon to squeeze"? Fate sees that you can be manipulated at will, so it has to squeeze you first.

Therefore, one should stand tall and upright! Strive to be sharp and incisive!

When fate plays tricks on you, it will also make you pay a price.

Of course, you can also just lie down and ignore it completely; once fate gets tired of manipulating you, it will let you go.

Aaron knew that his father's principles didn't apply to ordinary people, so he could only firmly repeat:

"This one doesn't work, let's find another one."

Lessarai recited with sorrow:

"What divine oracle in this world could be more accurate than that of the sun god? Helios and Apollo, they were both petty-minded!"

It's hard to imagine why the Greeks would portray the two gods representing the sun and light in such a way, making them seem like cunning and treacherous old men who enjoy setting traps and tormenting others.

Do you have some misunderstanding about the sun and light?

It's still that same old deconstructionist philosophy, insisting on proving that God is just as wicked as humans, so that when they make mistakes, they can say that God did the same thing, that it was God's curse.

Aaron took a deep breath, pulled Lessaré up, and immediately said:

“I am Hermes, son of Zeus. To tell you the truth, this is his way of testing you. You must suffer some hardship before you can be freed.”

Aaron felt that he would have many more opportunities to deceive people like this in the future, and he might even open his mouth and say, "I am the son of the god you worship, and I am here to spread the will of that god."

Anyway, the old guy has many aliases; he's just using one of them.