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As the door opened, the furnishings inside the Temple of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, came into Athena’s view.
It was just as she remembered: elegant and secluded, yet subtly revealing a touch of luxury.
Although she had seen it while still in her mother’s womb, viewing it now with her own eyes brought a different sensation.
“Why are you still standing there?
Come in.”
A large hand once again rested on her head—and before she could resist, the hand slid down, gripped her small hand, and led her forward.
“Eh?”
Athena looked blankly at Hephaestus’s not-so-strong back.
Her gaze moved to their tightly clasped hands—the strong contrast between the brown leather glove and her snow-white small hand.
Even through the glove, Athena felt a warmth transmitting through, spreading from her palm to her limbs, bones, and even her soul.
It was like soaking in a hot spring—warm and comfortable, making one want to squint their eyes.
No, no!
She didn’t like this rude, reckless, disobedient, always self-absorbed, crude jerk!
Athena shook her head vigorously, trying to shake these strange thoughts out of her mind.
However, a certain concept—instilled in her since she was in the womb—was unconsciously influencing her.
“We’re here.”
“Eh?”
Hephaestus’s slightly cold voice woke Athena from her chaotic thoughts.
She came to her senses and realized she was in a strange room.
This room was about a hundred square meters, with hundreds of screens covering the walls.
What was displayed on the screens was every part of Olympus.
Athena could see a few nymphs complaining while moving wine and food in the food storage room.
She could also see the gods happily toasting and drinking, behaving unrestrainedly in the main hall.
She even saw Zeus smugly leading a shy nymph into a corner—and doing this and that.
“This is?!”
Athena asked Hephaestus, suppressing the shock in her heart.
“This is the Olympus all-weather monitoring system I built.”
Hephaestus calmly explained.
“Here, you can observe every corner of Olympus.
You can also replay—and the sound is also well-recorded.
It’s just that if all of them are on, it would be too noisy, so you can only hear the sound when you’re interested in a particular spot.”
As he said this, a trace of recollection—as well as fear of a yandere—flashed in Hephaestus’s eyes.
Good heavens—he exclaimed good heavens.
He really hadn’t expected Metis to be so fanatical about Zeus that she would think of having him set up such a monitoring room.
If Zeus was a celebrity, then Metis was a pervert beyond the level of a sasaeng fan.
“Of course, the stored images and sounds will fill up in about a year, so the memory card needs to be replaced annually—otherwise the latest recordings will overwrite previous records.”
Listening to Hephaestus’s nonchalant explanation, which throughout conveyed a “that’s it” vibe, Athena’s gaze toward him became increasingly subtle.
“Little girl—why are you looking at me like that?”
Hephaestus noticed Athena’s gaze and strangely wanted to touch his face to see if there was anything dirty on it—but found he was touching his mask.
“Is the mask too strange?”
Saying that, Hephaestus took off his mask, revealing the face he had spent at least three hours molding in his previous life—and playfully winked at her.
“How is it?
Am I not very handsome?”
“Average.
Okay.
Just so-so.”
Athena gave a triple evaluation with dead fish eyes—and even added an EX: “Bearable.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
Facing such a dishonest and perfunctory evaluation, Hephaestus clicked his tongue—but then chuckled, ruffled Athena’s small head again, and then, amidst her protests, put his mask back on.
Indeed—younger sisters are meant to be bullied!
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However, during this process, he did not notice Athena’s slightly flushed cheeks and her slightly parted small lips.
“This place will be yours from now on.
If you ever want to snoop on anything—this place can satisfy all your needs.”
After putting his mask back on, Hephaestus instructed Athena, “This place has been tested.
Even Zeus can’t feel being spied on.
Of course, it’s best to still be careful—better safe than sorry.”
“…”
Athena was silent for a moment, then finally swallowed the question—”Why did you build such a room?”
Her wise brain had completely analyzed the Fire God’s thoughts.
It was simply terrifying.
Zeus’s every move was under his watchful eye.
What boldness, what meticulousness, and what terror.
Are you that interested in my mother?
Athena wanted to say this to Hephaestus—but she held back.
However, while she held back, her expression was not so pleasant.
“Huh?”
Watching Athena stare at the screen with a cold face, Hephaestus followed her gaze—and saw Zeus’s restricted-rated scene.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
This was truly a filial daughter—she was already thinking of backstabbing her own father now?!
But it was no wonder.
Not only was her mother swallowed whole by her father—but after she finally managed to be born, this scumbag father immediately turned to other goddesses for fun.
Who could tolerate that?!
He, Hephaestus, certainly couldn’t!
He couldn’t tolerate holding in pee, farts—or even a projectile vomit!
“Alright, don’t look at him.
He’ll be crying very happily later.”
Hephaestus directly reached out and blocked Athena’s sight, comforting her, “You’re still young—not suitable for watching such an eyesore scene.”
“??”
Young?
Me?
Athena stared at Hephaestus, then looked down at herself.
Well-developed.
The right places developed and the right places slimmed down.
Although she was covered by armor, she knew she was a good girl with a broad mind and a sense of responsibility.
And she wasn’t grown up yet??
“What are you thinking?
You were just born.
Even in the womb, you were only one year old.”
When Athena’s eyes widened like that, Hephaestus knew what this little girl was thinking.
He unhappily flicked her forehead with his finger and said, “Wait a few hundred more years before you talk about it.
These things aren’t for you to experience yet.”
As he spoke, Hephaestus suddenly remembered the Greek gods’ lack of self-control—and the fact that there were simply too many gods who were ‘big truck drivers’ and ‘kiddie ride operators’—and his expression instantly became serious.
“Don’t trust any male.
Absolutely, absolutely do not believe any of their sweet words.
You only need to know that they only lust after your body in their hearts.
Whatever they do or say is for that purpose.”
He admonished Athena with great seriousness, solemnity, and gravity.
“Never believe them.
Protect yourself.
I will always protect you—until you no longer need me.”
“…”
Looking at Hephaestus’s solemn instructions, Athena’s beautiful eyes flickered.
She quietly nodded and softly responded.
“Mm.
I understand.
I believe you.”