The shock of the previous trial has left quite a few gods, still in Olympus, to continue the debate.
Many gods were gathered around Athena. They listened to her keenly afraid to miss even a single word of hers because she was a goddess worthy of their respect despite being sharply at odds with Ares.
Staring at her beautiful face hardened with anger, Apollo gave up on getting involved.
Dionysus approached him as he rose up from the chair. He had no interest in how the trial went. Ares was always like that, and the reason why no god liked him was because of his loose temper with his rough, sword-like attitude, getting into fights here and there. Above all, war had nothing to do with him.
There are some who would compare the madness of Ares with that of Dionysus and put them in the same category.
However, Dionysus thought such a thing was akin to questioning which came first, the egg or the chicken. It was a pointless argument.
Lips glued to the golden cup, Dionysus sipped more wine.
“I expected it as I was coming up here, but it ended too blandly for occupying my precious time.”
Apollo quietly agreed to the idea.
“Will the day come for Zeus to finally declare Ares guilty? I doubt that even more.”
“Even if he were declared guilty, He’d be stuck in Tartarus for a few decades at best. Of course, if he were soft-hearted like me, he would go crazy in a day were he to get stuck with dirty giants in that pitch-black darkness for even one day.”
Apollo glanced over at Dionysus sullenly thinking that the latter may not be in his right mind yet.
“If your ankle tendons are cut off and you fall there alone in a state where you can’t even move on your own, no matter how strong of a god you are, you will be trampled on and killed by the angry Titans before anything. You won’t be able to afford to go crazy. If we’re going to keep on this conversation, we had better move it somewhere else.”
Artemis, who was seated next to Athena, turned her head away upon meeting Apollo’s gaze.
The reason why he had to see Dionysus to begin with was all about Eutostea, but he couldn’t just carelessly bring her up here in Agora.
The two gods stepped out of Olympus. They threaded into a terrace overlooking the view of the earthly world shrouded in the night dew. Shapeless dark clouds decorated the night sky, and above them, the Milky Way stretched out like an endless dream.
Apollo received the cup handed by Dionysus. It was astonishing how one drink alone could make one feel over the moon.
After a gulp, he went straight to the point without delay.
“I stopped by your temple on the Pactolus River today. That’s why I was late.”
Ack—
Dionysus coughed as the liquor he was enjoying just a moment ago flowed down the wrong pipe.
Looking at the man coughing beside him pitifully, Apollo passed him a clean cloth for him to wipe his face with.
‘I haven’t been away for that long, has he gone there in the meantime? Perhaps he still hasn’t caught on the fact that the curse was broken,’ Dionysus carefully examined Apollo’s every reaction as he wiped his face.
“You’re still dirty, I see.”
Apollo made a typical reaction.
Rather than wondering why he still wasn’t caught, Dionysus laughed with a resounding voice, thinking, ‘This fool couldn’t see the forest for the trees.’
Of course, it’s only a matter of time before he got caught.
“Because I have never managed it properly,” Dionysus answered curtly.
“Well, it would make more sense to call it a grave of your wife rather than a temple.” Apollo did not hesitate to land a blow that hit home.
‘My wife’s grave…’ Dionysus thought.
Dionysus smiled bitterly and downed his wine. When he reached his hand out, the northern sky’s constellations responded with a dazzling glow.
“It sounds safer now that you called it a tomb. Artemis will never be able to find her. Eutostea hiding in my wife’s grave…”
“She was wearing a priest’s uniform, I noticed. Is putting a golden crown upon a priest’s brow easy these days?”
“The Moussa did it on their own. They must have got excited because it’s been a while since they’ve had anyone to decorate,” Dionysus lied without batting an eye.
The shock of the previous trial has left quite a few gods, still in Olympus, to continue the debate.
Many gods were gathered around Athena. They listened to her keenly afraid to miss even a single word of hers because she was a goddess worthy of their respect despite being sharply at odds with Ares.
Staring at her beautiful face hardened with anger, Apollo gave up on getting involved.
Dionysus approached him as he rose up from the chair. He had no interest in how the trial went. Ares was always like that, and the reason why no god liked him was because of his loose temper with his rough, sword-like attitude, getting into fights here and there. Above all, war had nothing to do with him.
There are some who would compare the madness of Ares with that of Dionysus and put them in the same category.
However, Dionysus thought such a thing was akin to questioning which came first, the egg or the chicken. It was a pointless argument.
Lips glued to the golden cup, Dionysus sipped more wine.
“I expected it as I was coming up here, but it ended too blandly for occupying my precious time.”
Apollo quietly agreed to the idea.
“Will the day come for Zeus to finally declare Ares guilty? I doubt that even more.”
“Even if he were declared guilty, He’d be stuck in Tartarus for a few decades at best. Of course, if he were soft-hearted like me, he would go crazy in a day were he to get stuck with dirty giants in that pitch-black darkness for even one day.”
Apollo glanced over at Dionysus sullenly thinking that the latter may not be in his right mind yet.
“If your ankle tendons are cut off and you fall there alone in a state where you can’t even move on your own, no matter how strong of a god you are, you will be trampled on and killed by the angry Titans before anything. You won’t be able to afford to go crazy. If we’re going to keep on this conversation, we had better move it somewhere else.”
Artemis, who was seated next to Athena, turned her head away upon meeting Apollo’s gaze.
The reason why he had to see Dionysus to begin with was all about Eutostea, but he couldn’t just carelessly bring her up here in Agora.
The two gods stepped out of Olympus. They threaded into a terrace overlooking the view of the earthly world shrouded in the night dew. Shapeless dark clouds decorated the night sky, and above them, the Milky Way stretched out like an endless dream.
Apollo received the cup handed by Dionysus. It was astonishing how one drink alone could make one feel over the moon.
After a gulp, he went straight to the point without delay.
“I stopped by your temple on the Pactolus River today. That’s why I was late.”
Ack—
Dionysus coughed as the liquor he was enjoying just a moment ago flowed down the wrong pipe.
Looking at the man coughing beside him pitifully, Apollo passed him a clean cloth for him to wipe his face with.
‘I haven’t been away for that long, has he gone there in the meantime? Perhaps he still hasn’t caught on the fact that the curse was broken,’ Dionysus carefully examined Apollo’s every reaction as he wiped his face.
“You’re still dirty, I see.”
Apollo made a typical reaction.
Rather than wondering why he still wasn’t caught, Dionysus laughed with a resounding voice, thinking, ‘This fool couldn’t see the forest for the trees.’
Of course, it’s only a matter of time before he got caught.
“Because I have never managed it properly,” Dionysus answered curtly.
“Well, it would make more sense to call it a grave of your wife rather than a temple.” Apollo did not hesitate to land a blow that hit home.
‘My wife’s grave…’ Dionysus thought.
Dionysus smiled bitterly and downed his wine. When he reached his hand out, the northern sky’s constellations responded with a dazzling glow.
“It sounds safer now that you called it a tomb. Artemis will never be able to find her. Eutostea hiding in my wife’s grave…”
“She was wearing a priest’s uniform, I noticed. Is putting a golden crown upon a priest’s brow easy these days?”
“The Moussa did it on their own. They must have got excited because it’s been a while since they’ve had anyone to decorate,” Dionysus lied without batting an eye.
