(Greek Mythology) The Abyss of the Underworld
Chapter 119
"Get out of my way, you're blocking my way." Philotes slapped Charon aside, using a rather simple (and crude) method to get her second brother out of the picture as quickly as possible.
Eldest sister is indeed a bit naive, but she's not stupid. You're probably afraid she doesn't know we teamed up to trick her, aren't you, you idiot second brother? —by Philotes, disappointed in her brother.
"Eldest sister, may I ask you a few questions?" The moment Philotes turned to face Hermera, her expression instantly changed, her voice gentle and warm with a smile.
"Go ahead." Hermera, who had witnessed the entire change of expression, nodded as if it were commonplace.
#MySistersAreMastersOfFaceChange#
"Big sister, what do you think of His Majesty Tartarus's mood today... um...?" Philotes originally wanted to ask directly if the God of the Abyss was still angry, but after thinking about it, she decided it was better to be more tactful.
"I don't know." Hemera, who had just seen Tartarus, answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
"..." Are you kidding me? (||_)
"Didn't you just come back from His Majesty Tartarus?" Philotes found Hemera's answer completely unacceptable.
"Aside from the occasional faint smile that says 'Whenever he appears, a god is bound to be unlucky,' His Majesty is always expressionless, even his tone is almost flat. How would I know what he's feeling?" Hemera felt utterly innocent.
"You can observe from their behavior, like the number of times they speak…"
"Ah! I know that. His Majesty only spoke three sentences to me today." Hemera responded readily to this easily answered question.
A single syllable is also a sentence, so three sentences in total, hmm, no problem.
"And His Majesty's reaction when you went to the Abyss and…"
"Reaction?… There was no reaction at all. His Majesty completely ignored me. I was just talking to myself."
Philotes, interrupted again halfway through her sentence: … →_→
So annoyed, but she had to keep smiling. ^_^|||
"As expected, His Majesty Tartarus isn't in a good mood." Charon, who was listening in, had an unusually serious expression, his gaze towards Hemera exceptionally gentle and tolerant.
It's amazing that Hemera could still be as lively as usual after returning from the Abyss.
Could it be that His Majesty Tartarus is really not the type to take his anger out on others, as the Mother Goddess said?
No, no, no!! The incongruity is still too strong. [Shaking her head in horror.jpg]
"Huh?" Hermes looked completely bewildered, staring blankly at Charon.
"Meow meow meow?? Where did you get that conclusion? I didn't notice."
"Isn't it true?" Seeing Hermes' reaction, Charon was also confused.
Was his conclusion wrong?
"Is it true?" Hermes still didn't understand the situation.
"It is clearly true." Charon insisted.
"It's clearly not true." Hermes also insisted.
Seeing the two gods arguing endlessly, Tarasa, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up to stop them.
"His Highness Charon means that His Majesty Tartarus ignored you, Mother Goddess, because he was in a bad mood."
What is true and what isn't? Is it necessary to get bogged down in such a trivial matter? Isn't this going to go on forever? (ー_ー)!!
"But isn't it normal for His Majesty to ignore others?" Hemera retorted.
"…"
"…"
"..."
"What's normal about that?" Philotes' words reflected the unanimous sentiment of the gods present.
"As long as his twisted sense of humor doesn't kick in, His Majesty is a standard, aloof, and cold flower on a high mountain. Other gods might not know, but surely you do. Do you expect His Majesty to be any more approachable?" Hemera simply couldn't understand them; they couldn't grasp something so obvious.
"Then how exactly do you interact with His Majesty Tartarus every time you go to the Abyss? Is it just silent communication, relying entirely on your imagination?" Philotes couldn't help but complain, finding Hemera even more incomprehensible.
Given how frequently Hemera went to the Abyss, it would be abnormal not to misunderstand. Besides, compared to the other children of Nyx, Tartarus did show more favoritism towards Hemera, so a gentler attitude was understandable.
"I definitely did talk."
"Talking to yourself isn't much better, is it?" Philotes, who had completely let loose and thrown her gentle persona to the winds, said.
"Don't talk nonsense. His Majesty does chat with me occasionally." Hermes corrected her seriously.
"…" Philotes
#So it really wasn't much better after all#
#Wow, my older sister is something else#
"How did you manage to stay in the Abyss?" Philotes asked from the bottom of her heart.
Imagine the scene: a sea of blood-red flowers, both alluring and desolate; a cold, expansive throne high above in a vast temple; a black figure, forever shrouded in a chilling aura; an invisible pressure permeating the air, creating a suffocating sense of oppression…
In this situation, even the gods wouldn't be able to laugh, right? _(:з」∠)_
"But His Majesty is handsome! Looking at his face, I could eat ten more plates of dessert," Hermes replied matter-of-factly. "And His Majesty is so sharp-tongued, you know? He's the kind who pokes where it hurts. When he speaks, I feel like the whole god is in trouble."
Philotes: That makes so much sense, I'm speechless.
The other gods present, all of Greek pantheon origin, unanimously agreed with Hermes's argument about looks; the logic was sound and flawless.
#Looking at faces, looking at faces, all you do is look at faces#
#Everything revolves around looks, this trashy divine system is doomed#
"By the way, why are you asking all this today?"
Hermes could swear on her divine status that she was just asking casually, but unfortunately, the god listening didn't think so at all.
"...Uh...well, nothing, just asking casually." Caught off guard by this question, Philotes was startled, but her tone remained reasonably calm, "Yeah, really nothing."
The only thing was the emphasis she added at the end—it was a bit thoughtless.
"..." Hermes →_→
...Silence...silence...silence...
Did our eldest sister find out we teamed up to trick her? —by Philotes, who had a guilty conscience
Won't another sister become a Tartarus fan? —by Hermes, whose imagination ran wild
No way! One Eris is enough. She doesn't want to be surrounded by fangirls; that's too terrifying. Σ( ° △°|||)︴
#Those Years, the Horror of Being Dominated by Fangirls#
#How Can I Look You in the Eye, My Dear Sister#
"Philotes, promise me, don't give up on treatment, okay?" Hemera held her sister's hand, her face filled with sorrow.
Blind worship is an illness, it needs treatment.
"…Okay, Big Sister." Philotes
Although she didn't understand what her big sister was talking about, as long as she didn't find out they were teaming up to trick her, it was fine.
Yes, even if she was misunderstood as having an illness, it was okay. [Not really] Chapter 119