Chapter 366 Hestia, the goddess who protects the family
No, what’s wrong with you being so handsome?
Do you know how troubled handsome people are?
Facing the thick and black fire stick in the goddess's hand, Eros dropped the shoe in his hand and avoided it again.
Well, you can tell from the action of waving the stick that the vase goddess is correct.
"This is really a misunderstanding. Please calm down, goddess."
Eros turned around and waved, and an invisible breeze blew directly up, spinning the goddess in front of him several times. .
“Eh??”
The petite goddess was caught in the seemingly gentle breeze and made a panicked sound.
She was a little dizzy after being carried around, and then the breeze let her go. The fire stick in her hand had already fallen to someone unknown.
"Who are you?!"
After bowing her head and feeling dizzy for a while, the goddess in front of her finally came to her senses. She protected her chest with her hands on guard and stared at Eros.
Her questioning made Eros a little strange.
"Huh? Are you sure you don't know me at all?"
Eros's popularity can be said to be known to everyone in Greece.
Even if he was panicked and didn't recognize him just now, if he thinks about it a little bit now, he should be able to recognize him.
But the goddess in front of her just shook her head warily and said.
"I don't know you at all. Why can you climb this sacred mountain? You are not. That's not right."
The goddess of Eros carefully examined her, opened her mouth slightly, and revealed He looked shocked.
She only noticed that Eros was a human being at first, but upon closer inspection, she felt that she seemed a little arbitrary.
He was obviously a human being, but he had the light of a priesthood and countless auras of divinity.
Just by looking at it, she could see a lot of strange yet familiar scents lingering on Eros.
Walking around Eros vigilantly and carefully, the goddess in front of him suddenly burst out.
“You are not some joint-venture toy chosen by the gods, are you?!”
I have to say that she is quite satisfied with the behavior style of the Olympus gods. Understood.
Such a sentence is somewhat correct.
That’s a bit unpleasant to say, what is a joint venture toy? Shouldn't it be the other way around?
Eros showed a slightly embarrassed smile and introduced himself.
"It seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Eros, and my priesthood is love."
"As far as relations are concerned, I can barely be regarded as Aphrodite now. Son of Tui.”
"Son of Aphrodite? Then who is your father? Ares or Hephaestus? Or Poseidon?"
The goddess in front of her said doubtfully, her eyes full of distrust.
Eros's eyes darkened, and the words he least wanted to hear finally came.
It’s okay to recognize Aphrodite as the mother goddess. You can play some parent-child games.
As for recognizing Father God, forget it. He doesn’t want to play father-son games!
If Hephaestus made a move like "You look a lot like your mother goddess, they are getting more and more like you...", Eros would be speechless.
And why did Poseidon even come out? He is so handsome, does he look like a child of Poseidon?
Eros clarified somewhat speechlessly:
"You misunderstood, I am Aphrodite's child in the divine genealogy, not her biological child."
Although the divine genealogy directly changes the world, it is more intimate than a close relative.
"Ah? So that's it~" The goddess in front of her suddenly realized, but her eyes were still a little wary.
After all, even if the person in front of you is really a little cupid, he is still a pervert sneaking into his own temple and sniffing his own shoes.
"Goddess, don't doubt it. You can ask any nymph about me and you will hear about it. I will never deceive you in this regard."
"Walking in by mistake. Here, I was just walking casually on the sacred mountain, and suddenly I saw a lonely figure on the lonely peak, so I came in to take a look out of curiosity. "
Eros will appear extremely serious now, but the initial operation is too abstract.
After explaining, Eros changed the topic and asked the other party's name.
Based on his intuition, the goddesses in front of him, who are petite but have a large capacity and have a strange sense of intimacy, should be unusual.
Because his small universe radar has been buzzing, and the facial features of the goddess in front of him are somewhat familiar.
"My name? Hmm."
The girl-like goddess hesitated for a moment before announcing her name.
“You can call me Hestia, the goddess of the sacred fire of Olympus.”
Oh, Hestia, no wonder she looks so familiar. .
After all, she is the eldest sister of Hera and Demeter, and the looks between their sisters are somewhat similar.
It’s just that she is the eldest sister, but why does she look younger than the other sisters?
Even Zeus, the youngest and the one who best fits the definition of a girl, looks slightly more mature than Hestia.
Looking at the goddess Hestia who could be called half a giant rose in front of him, Eros looked at her carefully again.
It turns out that among the twelve gods of Olympus, excluding the unborn Bacchus, the last one is here.
And after getting to know this, the three virgin goddesses on Mount Olympus, Eros finally knew them all.
It’s a pity that none of them have been really won yet.
While thinking about this, Eros suddenly thought of something else.
Obviously none of the six sisters of Zeus are good at it, even Demeter who is farming is a good scythe.
Why is Hestia, the eldest sister, a vase goddess? Isn’t she the goddess of fire and family?
In a sense, she is the protector of the family, and Themis is the defender of rules.
A sister and an aunt are Hera's strongest backers, ensuring that there will be no problems in the marriage between Hera and Zeus.
How could the weak Eros be able to turn her around for a whole day with just one finger? Wasn't this right?
Eros's appraising gaze made Hestia purse her lips and look at him somewhat unkindly.
The way Hestia looked at her body was already a little uncomfortable.
Although I couldn't understand the strange looks that followed, my intuition told Hestia that it definitely didn't mean anything good.
It’s okay to be disrespectful to her before saying her name. How could you dare to look at her like this after knowing her name?
Don't you know her identity?
The King of Gods, Queen of Heaven, and King of the Sea and Pluto are all her sisters. Shouldn’t a little god like Eros, who has just ascended the sacred mountain, be respectful immediately?
According to normal thinking, Hestia should decisively use force to overwhelm others at this time.
Make the guy in front of you apologize to yourself, and then kick him out.
But an inexplicable feeling made Hestia give up this approach.
She always felt that if she did that, she might be the unlucky one.
There is always something new to do.
(End of this chapter)