Until she finally saw yet another grand omen on Mount Olympus belonging to Mnemosyne, she even felt that her insistence on principle was meaningless.
Should she… maybe push the boundary a little herself?
After all, isn't that what everyone's doing?
But that dangerous thought lasted only an instant before the goddess of justice forcibly expelled it from her mind with her mighty will.
The goddess of justice is not without her own likes and dislikes, nor is she without her own love and desire, nor is she insensible to all kinds of negative emotions.
Only, the goddess of justice will never be swayed by those emotions!
She will hold to her principles!
Justice will never be controlled by her own love and desire!
Yet a heavy heart cannot be controlled, and she truly could not lift her spirits.
The goddess of justice had worked very hard to press down the chaotic thoughts in her heart.
But with very little effect.
These past few days, no matter what she did, she seemed a bit listless.
As the goddess of justice drifted off in a daze, something suddenly appeared in her divinity—a memory that did not belong to her.
She sensed the abrupt anomaly at once, and she didn't need to think to know that, aside from her "good younger sister," no other god could do such a thing.
She immediately began to view that memory, and in an instant, that fair face pale as moonlight flushed as red as if it would bleed!
Mnemosyne!
You!
Shameless!
Outrageous!
Why did you send me this scene?!
The bewitching Themis rose at once, intending to go find Mnemosyne to settle accounts.
But just as she stood, she remembered Zeus was still here, and if she went…
The helpless Themis slowly sank back down, drained.
Then, more words came into her divinity from Mnemosyne, along with another segment of imagery that made her even more collapse.
Mnemosyne had replicated her current scene—even Zeus's figure was copied—except now the two gods…
Themis felt the world spin, her divinity dizzy; her whole body began to go weak.
She wanted to flee the scene immediately, but even closing her eyes did no good.
In her panic, she even forgot she could delete memories.
"Mmm~~~"
In that real-time, live memory stream, Mnemosyne's lovely face, stained through with springtime passion, was currently full of a wanton, triumphant, wicked smile.
After a soft, enticing nasal sound, she pierced the barrier of memory and looked directly at Themis.
She knew Themis's current mingled shame and fury all too well.
Breathing an orchid-fragrant sigh, her voice trembling seductively within the memory belonging to holy justice, she said softly, "My dear Themis, don't think about deleting this memory, okay? I'll know."
"This—mm~—is my generous sharing with you. You should watch carefully and learn."
"I know you don't understand anything about these matters. Lest you be flustered and at a loss the next time you face the great Zeus."
"Zeus—he likes this best, ah—"
Mnemosyne drew a deeper breath, a more alluring smile on her face, and continued, "Besides, deleting it won't help. I'll just send it again."
"As for you, I've never been stingy. Mm, I don't mind sharing Zeus with you."
"Mm~ I'm busy now. You just—learn at your own pace. If it's you, I won't mind~"
Seated upon her divine throne, Themis could no longer maintain her upright posture.
She slumped weakly onto the cold seat, too drained even to scold Mnemosyne again.
She wanted to delete this "filth"-filled memory, but kept hesitating again and again.
"Delete it… and it won't matter. Mnemosyne will know immediately. With her temperament, since she said she'd send it again, she definitely will—and it will be even worse."
"I—I just won't watch it!"
"Themis, Themis, you must not degenerate like Mnemosyne!"
Only, no matter how much this lady of justice refused to look or think, that vivid, as-if-you-were-there, personally-experienced imagery kept floating up in her divinity without end.
She was, too, in despair!
But right now, among the goddesses on Mount Olympus, the one most grieved and pained—
Was of course Hera.
Not even Metis.
If Metis, Zeus's publicly-announced beloved, becoming the first was something she had mentally prepared for,
Then Dione—this goddess she had never heard of—and the child already born to them, was a completely unexpected heavy blow.
Still, that was only word of mouth; without seeing it with her own eyes, the shock was not so great.
Until she saw with her own eyes the goddess of civilization and memory openly entwined with Zeus in the wilds of Olympus.
The clouds that had only just dispersed returned to gather again in an even thicker mass in less than a day.
The pure-hearted Hera goddess was truly devastated; it felt like her heart was being savaged by thousands of the most vicious serpents.
Her holy divinity seemed to be torn into billions of pieces of dull, shattered light that could never be put back together.
Even when she had once been swallowed by Kronos, and in the endless darkness and chaos had clung on, refusing to let her divinity be worn away; clung on, refusing to be consumed; enduring endless agony and torment—
She had never suffered pain like this—enough to shatter her will completely.
The gentlest Great Mother Goddess watched with her own eyes as the Father-God she loved most joined with other goddesses again and again, even siring children one after another.
And it wasn't just one goddess! The promiscuous God-King proved his inconstancy with facts.
Before, she could still lie to herself, but now it was truly impossible.
This pain was something that even a god as resilient as she could not bear.
Her head of golden hair, which should have shone like the sun, had completely lost all color, hanging limp upon her shoulders.
Her whole divine being, once the most radiant, had been utterly dimmed by this extreme heartbreak.
From afar, she seemed like a cold marble statue without a trace of life.
Love is the most delicious poison; how sweet it is.
But once drunk, how it knots the bowels and rends the heart.
The goddess of wisdom had drunk this cup of love as well.
One moment she rode the crest of sweet romance; the next she watched her beloved god throw himself into another goddess's embrace.
Even Metis, who had prepared herself, now tasted that gut-rending bitterness.
She stretched out slender fingers and absentmindedly stroked the extra lock of dazzling gold—one that wasn't hers—amid her soft purple hair, then slowly buried her delicate head in her arms.
No sobs could be heard within the temple, but bright, crystalline drops kept falling from between her arms.
Drop by drop, they slid silently from the cloud-bed created by the God-King,
Finally spotting the mirror-bright floor, spreading into ripples like moonlight shattered and ruffled by a night breeze.
In this love nest that should have been brimming with happiness, sorrow spread in silence.
But time smooths all things.
And habit is a fearsome force.
After the initial grief, with the way events developed, the goddess of wisdom's extreme pain quickly turned into blazing fury!
That hateful old goddess! She stole my man! And she dares to occupy even longer than I did?!
An affront to the gods!
I joined with Zeus for seven days and seven nights; add the second round and it's only eight days and nights—now you want nine days and nights?!
Nine days and nights and still no letting go!
What are you trying to pull?!
Even the usually gentle goddess of wisdom was now truly seething!
If her divine body had not yet recovered its strength from that consummate union, she would have rushed out to give that shameless goddess a harsh lesson!
And at this moment, that "bad goddess," whose temperament was rather nasty in certain aspects, was doing something even more outrageous.
After the clouds parted and the rain cleared, the two gods' figures were still wrapped in thick mist.
From afar drifted the joyous singing of the Muses, who are eternally merry goddesses.
Just hearing this heavenly music, one could imagine how graceful and exquisite the dances of these newborn maiden goddesses must be.
The all-knowing goddess lay languid in Zeus's arms, and the dense springtime ardor would not dissipate anytime soon.
Her peerlessly fair face was now rosy as sunset; her bright, deep eyes brimmed with springtime charm, rippling with light.
This goddess, whose bearing was once dignified and serene and whose divine beauty was reserved, now—having lost her maidenhood—showed forth all the allure and seduction once hidden within.
A truly irresistible temptation—pure and sensual at once.
What can you do? The goddess of civilization and memory simply knows too much!
Though a virgin goddess, she was long no naive maiden.
Nor was she one to be shy or stiff; this open-handed, clear-minded omniscient goddess, facing her beloved lover, the god she adored, was truly tender and compliant.
And her initiative was superb; even she herself was lost in it, unable to extricate herself.
Zeus was truly bewitched out of his wits; with the bewitching Mnemosyne, he was intoxicated, willingly lost.
Who could refuse a peerless goddess who is filled with boundless love, fiery with passion, actively compliant, knows endless arts, and takes initiative to the fullest?
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