(Greek Mythology) The Abyss
Chapter Forty-Eight
What's it like to have an overly lively mother?
First, you need a strong heart to face her often outrageous actions that push the limits of one's psychological endurance.
Second, you need a broad mind to accept that your mother is someone who is never quite right in the head.
Finally, you need a calm and collected demeanor to react quickly after something happens and clean up the mess for her.
Tarasa was fortunate (unfortunate) to have such a mother goddess. Therefore, from a young age, she displayed a composure far beyond that of ordinary people, making an indelible contribution to restoring her mother's image.
That's why Hermes could now enter the temple neatly dressed, although…
Tarasa stared at her still-dripping hair for a few seconds, then silently looked away, comforting herself inwardly, "I'm still a child, so you can't expect too much, and I really have tried my best."
Thalassa, the sea goddess, is the only daughter of Aether, the goddess of the sky, and Hemera, the goddess of day. In mythology, she is the queen of the sea, the first sea god and deep-sea god, Pentheus. However, due to the butterfly effect caused by her mother being a time traveler, she is still a young girl, a minor, and should have been married long ago. (Please consider her age according to divine standards.)
So, Hemera, who accomplished this feat, what are your thoughts on the loss of the first sea queen?
Hermera: Excellent! My daughter absolutely cannot marry that philandering scoundrel. Pentheus may have a good personality, but he's far too promiscuous.
Pontheus, who insists he's just a flirt, not promiscuous: Although we're not very close, we've known each other for so many years. Why are you so disgusted with me?
Hermera: Speaking of knowing each other for so many years, I just remembered, you're older than me. What? Trying to seduce a younger woman?
Pentheus: ... (Talking about age with a god? Are you kidding me? At most, one is older and the other is much older, what's there to compare?)
"Hemera, did you go water-fighting again like last time? And did you bring your daughter with you?" Nix glanced at his seemingly perpetually young daughter.
"Mother Goddess, you know that's slander! You need evidence! I didn't go water-fighting!"
"Your hair is still dripping wet, isn't that evidence?"
"Dripping doesn't necessarily mean water-fighting, it could be something else." Hemera defended herself.
"Fine, then tell me what you did."
"Actually, I just thought fishing was too slow, so I went straight into the river to catch fish. Look, aren't there many?" Hemera held up a string of fish to show them.
Hmm, I accidentally forgot to bring a fishing net, so I had to make do with a string. But at least I brought all the fish back, so this little thing doesn't matter. "Can't you just behave yourself? What's wrong with fishing?" Nix said helplessly.
"Don't say that, at least her mind is still on the fish." Erebus was unclear whether he was trying to comfort her or being sarcastic.
Hemora o>_
The gods, focused on the conversation, didn't notice that blood was seeping from the fish's wounds, quickly forming a puddle and staining the once-clean floor.
Tartaros's gaze lingered on the blood for a few seconds before quickly looking away. Since someone else was doing it, he didn't need to worry about such a trivial matter.
Water magic cleansing, spatial teleportation, wind magic drying—the series of actions were executed with practiced ease, clearly done countless times. Tarasa had always been a diligent child who did everything herself.
Yes, that's right, it was Tarasa. While inheriting her father Ether's steady demeanor, she also possessed a germaphobic trait.
The kind of germaphobia where she wanted to wash her living space ten times a day. Hemera didn't notice her daughter's actions, or rather, she noticed but didn't care. She simply said in a lighthearted tone, "I'm going to grill some fish now, do you want to try some?"
After countless attempts to grill various ingredients into a mixture of charred remains and raw food, Hemera remained undeterred, repeatedly failing but persistently trying to continue tormenting others with her and Nicholas's inheritedly terrible cooking skills.
"Don't go, let Nicole do it today," Erebus quickly rejected Hemera; he desperately needed normal food to save his stomach.
"Oh, Auntie's going to cook? I can't wait!" Hemera's eyes sparkled, completely oblivious to the criticism of her cooking. Of course, for a foodie, nothing else matters as long as there's delicious food.
The person in question didn't mind and was even looking forward to it. Ai Miye took the fish and began to cook, her fluid movements a pleasure to watch. So, there really is a difference between a master chef and a kitchen disaster—a difference in every sense of the word. The fish was quickly cooked, and unsurprisingly, it looked incredibly tempting. As for the taste… just look at Hemera's barely concealed eating manners under Nyx's menacing gaze.
Hades, who was elegantly dining nearby, silently averted his gaze, clearly unable to bear watching. His supposedly lofty image as an ancient god shattered once more in his mind.
Not content with just the grilled fish, Hemera also pulled out a variety of snacks from her alternate dimension to eat with it. She maintained her habit of bringing her own food.
"Sister, why are all your snacks nuts lately?" Eris tilted her head, looking quite adorable.
"Are you trying to gain weight?" Erebus retorted.
"I just want to say I'm thinner than lightning." Hemera's favorite thing about her divine status was that she could eat as much as she wanted without gaining weight—a blessing for many foodies! Delicious food and a great figure—you deserve it!
"It's ball lightning, isn't it?" Tartarus interjected casually.
"It's not spherical! I'm definitely very thin!" Hemera protested.
In fact, Hemera wasn't fat at all; she was slender and well-proportioned, quite standard.
However…
"You're fatter than me." The truly slender Tartarus had every right to look down on Hemera.
Tartarus's delicate appearance and his ferocious fighting prowess had always been in stark contrast, extremely deceptive. After years of being depressed about his appearance, Tartarus had evolved; he could now calmly use this to his advantage.
So, what he meant was, "You, a goddess, are fatter than me? How dare you say you're thin?"
:::>_<::: Hemera was heartbroken. Those words were so hurtful, but she couldn't refute them at all. The goddesses present all glanced at Tartarus, then at themselves, and collectively fell silent.
Not only were they less handsome than a male god, but they were also thinner! It was simply unbearable.
The only one who remained calm was Aimiye. The growth period of gods was completely unpredictable. Some grew up in a few days, while others barely grew for thousands of years. Furthermore, their apparent age after adulthood was also variable, ranging from teenagers and young adults to middle-aged and even elderly—virtually everything was possible. Therefore, the standard for adulthood among gods was simply when they stopped growing.
Therefore, as a truly old and slow-growing goddess, Aimiye, who still had the appearance of a loli, felt no pressure whatsoever.
So, Aimiye, don't you think it's a serious issue that even your niece's daughter is an adult while you're not?
Aimiye: I don't think so (in a particularly matter-of-fact tone)
Chapter 48