“Little brother, I love Zeus.” Metis said happily.
“Little brother, I love Zeus more than anything!”
A faint flush rose to Metis’s cheeks, and her breathing became slightly heavy.
She hugged herself tightly, her purple eyes flickering with a certain fanaticism.
“I love him when he’s fighting.
I love him when he’s resting.
I love him when he’s laughing heartily.
I love him when he’s dejected.
I love him when he’s panicked.
I love him when he’s afraid…”
“Plains, wilderness, mountains, grasslands, permafrost, barrens, deserts—at sea, in the air, in the mud, in the wetlands.”
“As long as I can be with him, there isn’t a single place in this world that I don’t love.”
“I love watching him on the throne—spirited and commanding.”
“Seeing him act all smug—appearing dignified while secretly thrilled because the gods are trembling and servile before him—fills my heart with immense pleasure.”
“I love watching the radiant expression on his face as he wields thunderbolts, fighting fiercely on the battlefield, suppressing that pathetic Cronus with the help of Poseidon and Hades.”
“Seeing him get carried away with triumph upon witnessing Cronus wailing in pain from the relentless beating of thunder and waves—brings me supreme joy.”
“The way he was trembling with fear of Cronus when he first stepped onto the battlefield, only to be uplifted by my comfort—moves me deeply.”
“I also vividly remember how, after a battle went poorly, he would force a smile, return to his room covered in wounds, and then cry out in pain.”
“Watching the man who promised to give me eternal happiness and always be by my side turn around and flirt with other goddesses—makes my heart feel deeply sorrowful.”
Damn—is my sister actually a yandere?!
Looking at Metis, who was already intoxicated in her own world—especially seeing the excited flush on her face—Hephaestus felt completely unsettled.
Who would have thought—who would have thought that the sister who raised me, the sister who was as gentle as water and seemed like she would never get angry, was actually chaotic on the inside?!
He wasn’t afraid to admit it—Hephaestus was feeling a bit cowardly right now.
At the same time, he inexplicably felt a faint, imperceptible trace of sympathy for Zeus.
Metis did not notice Hephaestus’s change in expression—or perhaps she did and simply didn’t care.
She slowly let out a breath, calming her chest which was heaving from over-excitement, and placed her palm gently on Hephaestus’s chest.
A gentle smile—just like any other day—played on her lips.
“So I look forward to the day I can be with him forever—eternally, without distinction.
His feelings will be my feelings, and my feelings will be his.”
“My little brother—do you understand?”
Damn—mystery solved!
Hephaestus suddenly had an epiphany.
If, in the mythology he knew, the Goddess of Wisdom, Metis, had been deceived by Zeus’s sweet words, immersed in the love talk Zeus had woven, and then foolishly believed him—transforming into a droplet of water to enter Zeus’s body to check his so-called “sincerity,” only to be unexpectedly swallowed and fused into his body by Zeus…
Then this foster sister of his, Metis, was doing it on purpose.
Deliberately guiding Zeus to let her enter his body so she could achieve her wish of being together forever?!
Thinking of this possibility, Hephaestus could only use a “Holy crap” to express the “Holy crap” feeling in his heart.
“Understand, understand—I understand perfectly.”
Hephaestus nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.
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Yanderes—you can’t mess with them.
You just can’t.
“Hehehe—as expected of my favorite little brother.”
Metis laughed with satisfaction.
She took off Hephaestus’s mask and gently stroked his handsome face, her purple eyes brimming with smiles.
“You guessed what I wanted to do, didn’t you?”
“…”
What else could Hephaestus say?
He sighed and said helplessly, “Sister Metis—have you really decided to do this?”
“Do you really want to fuse with Zeus that much?”
Hephaestus emphasized the words “fuse with,” which made an expression of admiration appear on Metis’s face.
“Mmm, mmm—as expected, you guessed it.
Not bad, not bad, not bad.”
Metis happily ruffled Hephaestus’s hair, feeling especially pleased that her most cherished little brother had seen through her thoughts so quickly.
Seeing Metis admit it so decisively, Hephaestus felt he should struggle a little more.
“But—what about your child, Sister?”
“Oh?
Are you already thinking about your future little wife so soon?”
Seeing Hephaestus’s anxious look, Metis became even happier.
She deliberately put on a troubled expression and said to Hephaestus, “In that case, should I have Athena born earlier?”
“What do you mean ‘little wife’!
And she’s named Athena?”
Although he knew that his future niece and cousin was called Athena, Hephaestus still pretended as if he were hearing it for the first time.
“That’s right~~ My daughter—Athena.”
Metis gently stroked her protruding belly, her face shining with maternal radiance.
Hephaestus suddenly felt there was a chance.
Perhaps if he used this as a breakthrough, Metis might be able to give up such a crazy idea.
“Don’t think about using Athena to dissuade me.”
Just as Hephaestus was about to speak, Metis directly cut him off.
“She knows everything.”
“…”
Looking at Hephaestus’s stifled expression, Metis burst into laughter, shaking with mirth.
Her happy appearance left Hephaestus feeling extremely depressed.
Please—my beautiful yet yandere sister Metis—I’m worried for you here, what are you laughing so hard for?!
While inwardly complaining, Hephaestus couldn’t help but glance at Metis’s belly.
That last sentence from Metis earlier contained quite a lot of information.
Athena knows everything?
Does that mean this future Goddess of Wisdom and War had consciousness even before she was born?
Should he say “as expected of a goddess with power equal to Zeus”?
It was truly overpowered.
To think that he, a dignified transmigrator 2.0, didn’t have the luxury of being conscious before birth—and even had to wait decades or centuries for his past-life memories to awaken.
If this were a mortal—who knows if they would even be able to awaken.
It would be such a waste if one only awakened past-life memories when they were about to die.
“Hephaestus.”
Metis stopped laughing.
Her gaze softened again.
She looked at Hephaestus—the little brother she had raised since he was small—and said with a smile, “The only one I can trust—the only one I can rely on—is you, my little brother.”
“So I entrust Athena to you.
Remember to help her more in the future.
At some point, she will tell you some things.
I hope that when that time comes, you can stand by her side—become her strongest backing—and support her unwaveringly, no matter what she wants to do.”
“Okay?”
Facing Metis’s expectant gaze, Hephaestus gritted his teeth and nodded—half-helpless and half-determined.
“I promise.
I’ll promise you.”
His resolute response made a smile as beautiful as a flower bloom on Metis’s face.
And at that moment, her belly also faintly kicked.