Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"Let's continue with the story of Zeus today."

"Zeus' father, Kronos, was the second generation of gods who ruled the Titans."

"He seized the throne by overthrowing his father Uranus, and the angry Uranus left a prophecy before his death: Kronos will eventually be overthrown by his own children."

"The prophecy kept Kronos awake and harassed. Every time his sister and wife Rhea gave birth to a child, he would swallow the newborn. It wasn't until the birth of her sixth child, Zeus, that Rhea finally made up her mind to rebel."

"She wrapped a stone in swaddling clothes and presented it to Kronos as a newborn, while the real Zeus was hidden in the cave where he was born."

"When Zeus was young, the two goddesses Adrestia and Ida took good care of him."

"They fed him with honey from his father, Melistheus, the bee god, and milk from his mother, Amalthea, the goat goddess."

"However, when Zeus grew up, he ordered Hephaestus, the god of fire, to skin Amalthea and make it into the Aegis, and to break off her horns and make them into the Horn of Plenty."

Caliphini opened her eyes wide in shock: "This, this is too ungrateful..."

Her voice trailed off, her eyes slipping unconsciously towards Perturabo, who looked self-assured.

Perturabo: "He who kills his father will be killed by his son. Kronos deserves death, and so does Zeus!"

Wop: "Because of patricide?"

"Patricide can be excused, as it was Kronos who first wanted him dead. But matricide is unforgivable!"

Perturabo understood Wop's metaphor. In the past, he might have been furious and asked Wop why he looked down on him.

However, the past is the past, and the present is the present.

When people experience frustration, they experience an emotion called anger.

When they are angry about what happened to others, this anger is called righteous indignation, also known as taking it personally.

Anger is a protective color of vulnerability, which comes from weakness and guilt.

Only when a person sees his own shadow in the words of others will he become angry and embarrassed because his sore spot is touched.

Since he is not Zeus, why should he be angry about this?

If he is Zeus, Caliphonie is Amalthea.

In the future predicted by Wop, he will become a beast like Zeus.

However, the future is the future and the present is the present.

Now he has a father, a sister, and a mentor.

He will not become his future self, he will have a new future.

Perturabo is not Zeus, nor is he Kronos; he is Perturabo.

Caliphonie is not Amalthea, nor is she Rhea; she is Perturabo's sister.

Wop: "In Greek mythology, patricide and filicide are a kind of fateful cycle."

"Uranus, the first God King, is Gaia's son and husband."

"Uranus, greedy for power, stuffed his child back into Gaia's womb. Gaia conspired with her youngest son, Kronos, and when Uranus bullied Gaia, they cut off Uranus's Dick."

"Dick was thrown into the sea, and from the waves Aphrodite was born."

"After becoming the king of the gods, Kronos also coveted power. Just as a father bound his offspring, Kronos ate his offspring."

"When Zeus overthrew Kronos, he also feared the prophecy that he would be overthrown by his offspring."

"According to the prophecy, after giving birth to a bright-eyed daughter, Metis would give birth to a son who would overthrow Zeus."

"Zeus, fearing his children would overthrow him, ate his wife Metis while she was pregnant."

"Even though Metis was still in Zeus's womb, she still insisted on giving birth to Athena, and Athena was born safely by Vulcan's craniotomy."

"But Metis had already merged with Zeus, the prophecy was successfully broken, and Zeus began his life of debauchery."

A hint of mixed emotions flashed through Caliphini's eyes. "The Greek gods really are of the same lineage!"

Perturabo's voice resounded like the clash of metal and stone. "Olympia is not Olympus, and we are not gods. There is no reincarnation here!"

He would never kill his father!

This is not just a promise, but also a vow and a bond, a vow made to himself and a bond imposed on himself.

Wop clapped his hands together. "Today's homework is, what kind of person do you want to be? I'm going to ask you this in class tomorrow."

"get out of class is over!"

Culliphany's eyebrows curved into crescents, and she excitedly grabbed Wop's sleeve, "Brother Wop, how about going to the city to play this afternoon?"

In class, Wop is a majestic instructor, but after class he is just Wop.

This is the dual identity that Wop deliberately maintains. There is always a sad and thick barrier between the pure teacher-student relationship. Only a teacher who is also a friend can truly enter the heart of the original body.

Although Caliphini calls him brother, Damex doesn't really treat Wop as a nephew. The father and daughter always call each other by their names.

Wop yawned, "You can play, what do you want to play?"

Caliphini slid lightly close to Wop's side, and naturally put her delicate hand on his arm and said coquettishly, "It's really boring to be stuck in the palace all day. I want to go out and breathe some free air."

Wop: "Then let's go to the market and get some fresh air."

Caliphini cast a sly glance at the boy, inadvertently revealing the heavy purse at her waist. "Abo, do you want to come with us? I'll pay for everything today!"

"Don't call me Abo!"

Perturabo snorted coldly, but his steps involuntarily followed Wop.

The time they had spent together had already made him accustomed to the warmth of this home. Dammecus's care was clumsy but sincere, and Caliphine also cared about him very much. Perturabo thought she was the best sister in the world.

However, Perturabo sometimes disliked Caliphony, like now - she was just too clingy to Wop!

Caliphate held Wop's arm affectionately, and Perturabo stared closely at Caliphate's slender fingers on Wop's arm, and the ends of her hair left a trace of fragrance when they brushed against Wop's sleeve.

Why are they so intimate? It was obviously him who came first!

When the girl glanced back at him with a sly look, Perturabo immediately turned his face away.

This isn't jealousy, nor is it being stubborn, but he's still annoying!

Why does Culliphany insist on sticking to Wop?

Don't you have a father of your own?

A towering city wall stood between the Rocks Palace and the city's residential area, and the golden-decorated city gate was guarded day and night by well-equipped guards.

Even though Caliphate was a princess, she could only wander in the carefully manicured garden within the palace walls on weekdays. Even the observation deck closest to the inner city wall required the accompaniment of a female official.

However, Wop has a transcendent privilege.

The tyrant of Dammecus had already issued an edict that Wop could enter and leave the palace freely, and even go directly to the private bedroom of the tyrant and the queen.

Doors that are insurmountable for others will silently open in front of Wop.

When Wop walked through the palace gate, even the guards who were always ruthless immediately put away their crossed spears and extended their right hands at a 45-degree angle to salute.

Warhammer is Rome everywhere.

Macragge is the Rome of the Archons, Nuceria is the Rome of the Colosseum, Olympia is the Rome of Greco-skin, and the Imperium of Man is the Rome of Space.

The ancient Roman military salute was to lightly tap the left breastplate with the right fist, and then raise the arm diagonally to the eyebrows.

The Empire adopted the former as the standard military salute, while Olympia adopted a combination of the two.

The temples of the gods were built between the royal palace and the houses of the people. The bronze domes shone brightly in the scorching sun, overlooking the noisy world below.

Wop pointed at the magnificent temple and slowed down his pace. "What do you think of these magnificent temples?"

Perturabo's answer was blunt: "The temple is merely a tool used by those in power to deceive the common people and consolidate their rule."

"It demonstrates that theocracy is superior to all living beings, but lower than royal authority." Califhine pondered for a moment and gave a more politically wise insight.

They leave the classroom, but the learning doesn't really end.

Wop simply put aside the authority of a mentor and guided the two students with the gentle attitude of a friend.

Perturabo glanced sideways at Caliphony, the girl's response causing him to ponder.

Caliphine saw the temple as a weight on the scale of power, which was not taught by Wop, and her insight far exceeded the vision of ordinary noble girls.

Perturabo: "Theocracy and kingship are mutually dependent, each taking what it needs."

"Priests need secular force to defend their faith, while the royal family uses oracles to embellish their rule."

"But there is no two suns under the sky, and no two rulers for the people. Both divine power and royal power seek to dominate, and their conflict is inevitable."

"If there really are gods on Mount Telephas, the divine authority must be superior to that of the royal family."

Caliphini was secretly observing her brother's reaction while fixing her hair. He still despised the gods as always.

A sly curve appeared at the corner of Spicy V's lips. "Abo, although what you said makes sense, this won't convince the priest."

Wop: "Theocracy and royal power are always in a game."

"The royal family believes in the gods, but they reject divine authority because they are unwilling to submit to divine authority unless the gods themselves descend to the mortal world."

"The priests believed in the gods, and their faith was more devout than that of the royal family, but they also wanted to use the authority of the gods to overwhelm the royal family and seek personal gain."

“The conflict between divine authority and royal authority has nothing to do with faith, but with human nature.”

Caliphine: "What if a god issues an oracle demanding that the royal family give way to the temple priests?"

Wop: "Which god?"

This sudden question stunned the girl.

Wop: "In Olympian legend, Mount Telephas was home to many gods, and temples there were dedicated to different gods."

"Even if a god really came to Rocks, whose will should Rocks obey?"

"Even if a certain god overthrew the royal power with thunder and lightning, and made theocracy surpass the secular world, how would the believers of other gods cope?"

"Will those priests who have been deprived of their faith willingly submit to the rule of other priests?"

"The gods also fight among themselves."

"Theocracy can suppress royal power, but theocracy cannot overwhelm theocracy."

Perturabo and Caliphonie were both lost in thought. Although their thoughts were different and their thinking was directed in different directions, they both had some realizations.

Wop and the other two walked along the main road paved with bluestone. The tall houses on both sides squeezed out deep alleys, and curious little heads popped out from behind the small windows embedded with iron bars from time to time.

A dirty boy suddenly poked his head out from the dark alley at the corner, and soon rushed out, staggering towards Wop and the other two with his head lowered.

Just as the two were about to pass each other, the boy suddenly cried out in pain and lost his balance, falling heavily towards Caliphine.

Just as he was about to touch the snow-white hem of Carlyphane's skirt, Wop suddenly put his arms around the girl's waist and took her lightly back half a step.

Perturabo grabbed the boy's wrist with lightning speed and threw him hard against the mottled brick wall. The boy's back hit the mottled brick wall with a "bang".

"What are you doing? Ouch!" the boy screamed in pain, his voice a mixture of panic and guilt.

He struggled and twisted his body, but Perturabo's golden dagger was pressed to the boy's neck.

The boy instantly stiffened like a stone statue, unable to move like an insect nailed to the wall.

Although Caliphonie was kindhearted, she also watched coldly as Perturabo pinned the boy against the wall.

She was not an ignorant young lady. She dared to cross the dark alley because she was accompanied by Wop and Perturabo, so she did not have to worry about encountering any danger.

Under the strict hierarchical system of Locke, the common people's awe of the nobles has long been integrated into their blood.

This deep-rooted class concept made ordinary civilians retreat when they saw nobles. However, the ragged boy in front of them did the opposite. Not only did he not avoid them, but he staggered straight towards the three of them.

He was either trying to take advantage or steal from Culliphany's purse.

Wu Pu pulled Caliphini forward, his voice filled with the rigor of a scholar. "Thefts should be carried out in crowded markets. Physical contact is inevitable amidst the throngs of people, and the owner often doesn't even realize their belongings have been taken."

"Even if the owner notices, you can still get away with the crowds. What thief would steal in a dark alley? The profit from robbing in an alley is much higher than stealing."

"How come you don't even know this little bit of common sense? Didn't your parents teach you that?"

Caliphini looked up at Wop, her eyes filled with a hint of anger and helplessness.

Are you admonishing him or giving him advice?

The boy did not deny it, but raised his head stubbornly, "I don't have parents!"

"What about your master?"

"I don't have a master either!"