(Greek Mythology) The Abyss of the Underworld
Chapter 102
There's a kind of misfortune that strikes when you're sitting at home, unbidden.
Although Paris later audaciously abducted Helen and instigated the Trojan War without remorse, he was currently a well-behaved, law-abiding child who hadn't done anything wrong and held the gods in high esteem.
So, after being inexplicably given the important task of judging the most beautiful of the three goddesses, the still innocent Paris was a little panicked.
"Hello everyone, my name is Paris, the prince of Troy. Although my mother has had me thrown away and I'm now a shepherd, I am indeed a prince."
"One thing I need to emphasize is that I initially refused to judge the gods. In fact, when I first met the three goddesses and didn't know why they had come, I was both surprised and frightened."
" Then Hermes, the messenger of the gods who came with the goddesses, told me that the three goddesses had come to me to ask me to judge who among them was the most beautiful. Before I could refuse, he added that Zeus had commanded me to accept this mission, and that Zeus would protect and help me in the future.
Very well, now this prince has no choice but to accept. But since the king of the gods has promised, at least my personal safety should be guaranteed, right?
The future version of Paris, who would later be killed by the Greek archer Philoctetes with a poisoned arrow: This prince was too naive. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
Since it's the king of the gods' order, then this prince will judge. Anyway, I can't refuse, I will definitely judge seriously, hmm.
At first glance, I think all three goddesses are equally beautiful, and I can't tell who is more beautiful. But looking closer, I sometimes think this one is the most beautiful, and sometimes I think another one is the most beautiful. In the end, I think the youngest and most elegant goddess is more lovely and charming than the other two.
Aphrodite's Golden Belt: A symbol of hidden merit and fame.
So, Paris said… well, I dare not speak (í _ ì)
Perhaps Paris hesitated for too long, so Hera took the lead and promised, "If you award me the golden apple, you can rule the richest country on earth."
The bribe was so blatantly open and justified that my friends and I were stunned. Σ( ° △°|||)︴
Next, Athena and Aphrodite also made promises, promising Paris fame as the wisest man among mankind and the most beautiful woman in the world as his wife, respectively.
Athena and Aphrodite: Losing because of bribes from other gods when you don't have such a reason is ridiculous! It's just a bribe, who's afraid of who?
In the end, Paris happily chose love over power, wisdom, and love.
Ding! Your package with the title "Beauty Over Kingdom" has been sent. Please check it. —by a Greek courier company
Paris: Please believe me, I truly believe the goddess of love and beauty is the most beautiful. I'm absolutely not tempted by a beautiful woman, really.
The onlookers: Really, and please believe us too. We truly believe you genuinely think the goddess of love and beauty is the most beautiful, really.
Paris, already dizzy from the string of "really": ...Oh. [Circling eyes.jpg]
"Do you think the golden apple is delicious?" Hermes poked her daughter, her eyes full of curiosity.
"I don't know," Tarasa said honestly.
"How can you not know?" Clearly, Hermes, used to her all-knowing daughter's unreasonable demands, had grown even more adept.
"Because I've never eaten it," Tarasa retorted. Let's be reasonable; she'd never eaten it, how would she know what the golden apple tasted like?
"Then let's have candied apples tomorrow…hmm…apple preserves and apple pie are also good," Hemera added after a moment's thought, "Making some apple cider vinegar would be great too, sweet and sour, perfect as a drink."
"Okay." Tarasa had no objections whatsoever; she was already used to the Mother Goddess being a foodie.
So, isn't the focus actually on the Golden Apple Tree belonging to Hera? Making desserts and making apple cider vinegar, what exactly are you trying to do?
Hermera: Anyway, Hera doesn't eat them. Rather than letting them mold, I might as well give them all to her.
Floating Life: But the problem is, golden apples aren't meant to be eaten, and besides, golden apples don't rot, thank you.
Hermera: If apples aren't meant to be eaten, are they meant to be looked at?
Hera: I really do use golden apples for looking at.
Golden Apple, for ornamental purposes, showcasing the Queen's authority: This apple has no comment.
"Aunt, what are you looking at?" Hemera turned to look at Ai Miye, who had been unusually quiet lately.
Ai Miye didn't speak, but simply pointed in a direction with her folded fan.
Following Ai Miye's gaze, Hemera saw a slender figure radiating an aura of the ocean in the distance. "Tarasa, is this your friend?"
"No," Tarasa denied, "Mother Goddess, not all sea gods who appear in the Underworld are my friends."
"But you're the only water-elemental god in the Underworld," Hemera said matter-of-factly.
*Only you and Father Goddess are light-elemental in the Underworld, does that mean all the celestial gods who appear there are your friends?* Tarasa silently scoffed inwardly.
As they spoke, the sea goddess, rarely seen in the Underworld, quickly walked to the River Styx, then held the child she was carrying upside down and dipped it into the water.
"Is he really her biological son?" Amy frowned slightly. She admitted that once she developed maternal instincts, she couldn't do such a thing; wouldn't it break her heart? →_→
"Actually, I think it's precisely because he's her biological son that Thetis would dip him upside down into the Acrom River. Diving into the Styx is better than death, right?" Tarasa had a different opinion.
"No, the point is upside down. Couldn't you be gentler with the child?" Amy insisted, claiming to be a gentle and good mother.
"That's true." After thinking for a moment, Tarasa agreed.
"...What are you talking about?" Hemera, completely bewildered, didn't understand a word they were saying.
"Idiot." Amy coldly uttered a single syllable to Hemera.
Hemera: ...::>_<::
"That goddess is Thetis. She herself is an immortal deity, so she also hopes her children will be immortal. Unfortunately, she married a human, and her children are all demigods, inevitably destined to die. So, without exception, after each birth, she puts her children into celestial fire to refine them, but it always ends in failure. This is no secret. It seems this time she has finally changed her method, planning to soak them in the waters of the River Styx." Tarasa patiently explained to the mother goddess.
Hemera blinked, thinking that her own daughter was indeed the best.
Taraasa: Caring for the mentally challenged is everyone's responsibility.
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