"Despicable thief and hateful traitor."
Outside one of Britain's five-star hotels, looking at two figures soundly asleep on the bed.
Athena gritted her teeth, uttering this sentence.
As a majestic ancient Earth Mother, she despised all Steel Heroes in the world.
Because those disgusting Steel Heroes oppressed and degraded countless Earth Mothers into wives, daughters, and the like, seizing their power.
But compared to enemies, what Athena hated more were traitors who forgot their Earth Mother dignity.
None other than Guinevere, acting as Aslan's cuddle pillow.
As an ancient Earth Mother in the British region, the White Goddess, she chose to forsake her dignity, willingly manipulated by a Steel Hero.
Even relinquishing her Divinity, Immortality, and Wisdom, degrading into a Divine Ancestor.
This was regret for being powerless and hatred toward traitors.
Heresy was sometimes more despised than infidels.
"But you seem too relaxed. That's fine, this is precisely this servant's chance."
Athena curled a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, raising her hand.
Black snakes slithered from her fingertips, from the ground, from window cracks, cautiously creeping toward Aslan and Guinevere.
These were snakes imbued with the Underworld's Death power. One bite, and even a God Slayer would return to the Underworld.
This way, the traitor and the Steel Hero she hated could return to the Underworld together, and she could reclaim her Divine Artifact.
Athena's gaze fell on the Demon Star at Aslan's wrist.
The pull of Gorgon's Divinity told Athena that was the "lost" snake. But for some reason.
After thousands of years of wear, the snake's Divinity not only didn't diminish but became purer and stronger.
Her wisdom told her that absorbing that snake would make her a stronger existence than her peak glory days.
But just as Athena suppressed her excitement, watching the Death snakes she controlled slowly creep toward Aslan and Guinevere.
An accident occurred. A woman holding a spear, wearing Silver Chain Armor, appeared in the room, unnoticed until now.
Lancelot saw the snakes on the ground and frowned.
"Death Divinity? Is another Heretic God here?"
Immediately, several white lights flashed. The snakes on the ground silently turned to black ash, vanishing in a breeze from nowhere.
The next second, Lancelot shifted her gaze outside the window. Her eyes met Athena's.
"Athena?"
"Disgusting Steel Goddess."
Athena's face slightly contorted. Her heart felt utterly nauseated.
Was today a cursed day? Why were all the things she hated gathered together?
Steel Hero, traitor who betrayed the Earth Mother, a rare Steel Goddess, and her "stolen" snake.
It's common knowledge: the God Slayer world is where hundreds of Spirits enact global mythologies, causing most Gods to have dozens of alternate identities, and most know each other.
Even if not familiar, they've at least dealt with or met each other.
During her long sleep and wandering, Athena had dealt with Lancelot.
She knew well how troublesome this martial-arts-proficient Steel Goddess was.
Thirty-Six Tactics, Fleeing is the Best Tactic.
Without hesitation, Athena turned into countless dragons and snakes, slipping underground, fleeing in all directions.
"In response to the beloved daughter's prayer, crush the honorable enemy. We here turn into lightning, offering life to you!"
In an instant, Lancelot summoned a white horse, charging toward Athena's escape with Godspeed.
She swore to capture Athena and offer her to her Lord.
"O Fog Wind, blow!"
Following Lancelot's chant, a fierce wind blew. All of London was enveloped in thick white fog, like the Fog City of the Victorian era.
Lancelot and her white horse even turned into fog, hiding within it, chasing Athena in all directions.
Countless fog strands turned into knights, slaying every dragon and snake Athena separated into.
"Ha~~, why so noisy in the middle of the night?"
Aslan opened sleepy eyes, turned on the light while yawning, and covered the still-sleeping Guinevere.
He did nothing. He really just used Guinevere as a cuddle pillow.
Though he wasn't above eating young girls of this body type, like Leticia or Minamiya Natsuki.
But since Guinevere hadn't truly sworn allegiance, he wasn't rushing for this momentary success.
What was his would always be his.
"On the contrary, you, I haven't sought you, yet you came to me?"
Aslan looked at the owl on the tree branch outside the window with slight helplessness.
Athena's trick of hiding the real with the fake was clever. Even Lancelot was fooled.
The owl was Athena's symbol, and the dragon-snake was the Earth Mother's symbol.
Athena's current Spirit Status, from the Trinity, was Athena, not Metis, let alone Medusa, who lost her Spirit Status.
But this trick could only fool Lancelot. Fool him? Practice a few hundred years more.
Not to mention he still had Athena's Blessing. A Heretic God barely touching Five-Digit, and she wanted to break Athena's Blessing?
Aslan felt that releasing the Blessing would shatter this Athena's Spirit Status instantly.
But fortunately, the Athena before him hadn't reclaimed the Gorgon Stone to restore her Trinity Athena state.
Otherwise, when Algol learned she and Athena somehow became one, who knows what chaos would ensue.
"This servant only came to reclaim this servant's snake."
Seeing her cover blown, Athena didn't need to hide. She flew down from the branch, into the room, transforming into a petite figure in a cream sweater, with a cute cat-ear knit cap.
"On the contrary, you, this servant didn't expect the famed King Arthur to be a despicable thief."
Athena said to Aslan mockingly.
Aslan was stunned.
(Huh? Thief? Me?)
No. How long had he been in this world? Where'd he find time to steal Athena's snake?
If he really wanted the Gorgon Stone, wouldn't it be better to ask Algol to make one?
Why steal?
Following Athena's gaze, Aslan looked down, seeing the Demon Star Algol hanging on his wrist. He sank into thought.
So, the Gorgon Stone Athena meant was the Demon Star.
(No. Where'd you get the courage to target Algol?)
(If Algol knew, she'd laugh herself to death.)
An Athena barely considered Five-Digit thought to absorb the Demon Star to complete her Divinity?
Even Christianity back then was helpless against Algol, only able to hand it to the Greek Pantheon, letting Athena seal it.
Even Athena could only seal it.
Even joking, no one jokes like this.
"Foolish Adina, you managed to make me laugh."
Aslan held back laughter, clutching his stomach, trying not to laugh too freely.
To avoid accidentally waking Algol.
"This servant is named Athena, not Foolish Adina. Can't Steel Heroes nowadays even call this servant's name correctly?"
Athena looked at Aslan with slight displeasure.
This man truly lacked manners, not a shred of courtesy.
But who made her the weaker one now? Be it Lancelot, already a Heretic God, or Aslan standing here in pajamas.
She couldn't beat either. Even escaping wasn't possible.
"Fine, Foolish Adina, no problem being Foolish Adina."
Athena frowned. She didn't try correcting again. This self-talking man didn't listen at all.
As for Aslan, there was another reason he called her that: to distinguish this Athena from Little Garden's Athena.
You can't call both Athena, right? Who could tell which was which?
"Even so, I'd like to remind you, you're after the wrong snake."
Aslan shook the Demon Star on his wrist. His Demon Star was a Gorgon-head-shaped pendant.
While Athena's Gorgon Stone was a fist-sized stone emblem, carved with a Gorgon's face.
"Don't tell me you can't even recognize your own snake?"
Athena touched her nose, slightly embarrassed.
Just now, she seemed to sense her snake, and its direction was in Italy, where she was before.
Though Aslan's Demon Star indeed had immense allure for her, it wasn't her snake.
"Sorry for the disturbance. This servant will…"
Athena's face flushed slightly. Mistaking her own snake was a bit embarrassing for her, the Goddess of Wisdom and Victory.
Especially in front of the Steel Hero she despised.
"You really think you can just leave?"
Aslan's mouth curled into a pleased smile. Since Foolish Adina came, don't expect to escape.
Did she think his place was an amusement park, come and go as she pleased?
"So, what do you want to do to me?"
A bad feeling flooded Athena's heart. She slightly regretted provoking this man.
"Relax, I won't do anything to you."
Saying this, Aslan pulled out a rope, walking toward Athena with a wicked smile.
Then, under Athena's horrified gaze, he strung her up, simultaneously writing "Foolish Adina" in big black ink on her face.
"You're sick, aren't you?"
Athena was silent for a long time, then cursed.