Chapter 855: If you do not like it. Deal with it. You are mine.
Samar, Queen's Mansion, Tasha Fenrir.
Victor, Scathach, and Metis were sitting side by side, with Victor in the middle, looking at the spectacle before them.
At least, Victor and Scathach were.
Metis was paying more attention to the proximity of Victor and Scathach than said 'spectacle'.
She couldn't get the image out of her head because, even though she was an Elder Goddess of almost the same generation as Hestia, she hadn't lived 'freely' like her companions, all because of her paranoid ex-husband, who was dead. [Thank you very much to my father for that.]
So, if you asked if she was old. Yes, she would say she was very old, but at the same time, this statement was incorrect. After all, most of her life was spent 'living' inside Zeus's brain, assisting him. Even though she didn't exactly remember that phase, as her Soul was fragmented, she knew very well that this made up a large portion of her life.
