She must have been the only one who felt it.
Apollo knit his eyebrows and raised his red eyes fiercely. He stepped forward, blocking Eutostea’s gaze. As he unfolded his arms, the loose purple cloth covered the shorter Eutostea completely.
“If you’ve noticed me messing around, why don’t you fu*k off yourself, Dionysus?”
His voice was very proud. It was a case of the tail wagging the dog. The forehead of Dionysus was also wrinkled and veins were popping in his temples.
“What would a rat who entered someone else’s temple of his own accord mess around with?”
“Not of my own accord. Did you forget the notice I gave you yesterday?” asked Apollo and continued, “I’ll also live up to the profuse praises of being a sun of a bitch”
He seemed to be saying, “I’m a son of a bitch so I’ll mess around as I wish,” in reply to Dionysus’s words. Apollo seemed unlikely to bat an eye at whatever rough curses Dionysus might refer to him with.
“Do you really have confidence?”
“No matter how confident I am, I wouldn’t surpass you.”
‘Me? Have we become equals?’ Dionysus scoffed inwardly.
Apollo’s triumphant manner had a hidden meaning of belittling him.
The sickle’s rod broke; unable to withstand the force of Dionysus’ ******.
With the terrifying spirit of the two gods, the Moussa has already hidden themselves in the coniferous forest.
Eutostea looked at the broken sickle at Dionysus’ feet. It was the best one of all the sickles in the household and the sturdiest tool in the temple. What will they use to cut grass from now on? Looking at the swamps of weeds and bushes, she lamented quietly.
Apollo and Dionysus, ignorant of her inner thoughts, growled as if they would tear each other with their eyes.
“Get the hell away from Eutostea while I’m asking nicely,” Dionysus warned.
“I don’t even remember if you ever said nice things. I came here on my own accord, and that’s my freedom.”
“Do I need to respect your freedom in my territory?”
“Consider it as if I’m stepping in Delphi which is my territory.”
“You asked me to take over while you went on vacation. Come to think of it, isn’t it time for you to stay in Hyperborea? You’re a bastard who crawls up there whenever winter closes in. Why? Do you want me to kick you straight into Hyperborea?”
“Do you know how to kick? You should prove that first. Isn’t the only thing you can boast about is shooting urine a long distance?”
“That’s a lot of big talk for a gentleman who can only use a bow. Prove it? You won’t regret it, will you? Be prepared to crash, I won’t let you go.”
It would be even more pleasant if he pretended to miss his aim and kicked his crotch area. Dionysus strode forward as he earnestly rolled up his sleeves.
Apollo smiled leisurely and watched how Dionysus would humiliate himself. He was confident that he wouldn’t fall behind in a bare-handed fight. Of course, he himself was more interested in pushing his opponent into a corner with elegant sophistry, but he was confident that if the opponent came crashing into him, he would reverse it on him using the same tactic.
A heavy atmosphere reigned with signs of a fight breaking at any moment.
As a joke, Eutostea tasted death in the air charged with the two gods’ fighting spirit as she stood between them. Her chest became stuffy and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
The hem of Apollo’s clothes fluttered before her eyes. A blazing ball of fire condensed round in his grasp.
Rumors of a country that had angered Apollo turning into ashes overnight passed through her mind.
‘The Temple!’
There were a lot of things that could be burned here.
Eutostea drew herself up and held the thick in front of her.
“Lord Apollo!”
The blazing fireball died down.
Apollo, with his red eyes wide open like a rabbit’s, looked down at the top of Eutostea’s head, which was tightly attached to his arm. To be exact, he was surprised at the sound of his name on her lips.
“If you’re going to fight… Only fight outside the temple…”
His murderous intent, which was weighing on the air, disappeared,
Eutostea took a quick relieved breath. Her words came out in a stammer but he heard them clearly.
“My name,” Apollo muttered in a low whisper, “You called me. Eutostea.”
His fingers sank slowly towards Eutostea’s head as if to touch the golden crown that surrounds the sides of her face.
Looking up at Apollo’s face with his eyelids down, he seemed pensive. No, he seemed thrilled?
She must have been the only one who felt it.
Apollo knit his eyebrows and raised his red eyes fiercely. He stepped forward, blocking Eutostea’s gaze. As he unfolded his arms, the loose purple cloth covered the shorter Eutostea completely.
“If you’ve noticed me messing around, why don’t you fu*k off yourself, Dionysus?”
His voice was very proud. It was a case of the tail wagging the dog. The forehead of Dionysus was also wrinkled and veins were popping in his temples.
“What would a rat who entered someone else’s temple of his own accord mess around with?”
“Not of my own accord. Did you forget the notice I gave you yesterday?” asked Apollo and continued, “I’ll also live up to the profuse praises of being a sun of a bitch”
He seemed to be saying, “I’m a son of a bitch so I’ll mess around as I wish,” in reply to Dionysus’s words. Apollo seemed unlikely to bat an eye at whatever rough curses Dionysus might refer to him with.
“Do you really have confidence?”
“No matter how confident I am, I wouldn’t surpass you.”
‘Me? Have we become equals?’ Dionysus scoffed inwardly.
Apollo’s triumphant manner had a hidden meaning of belittling him.
The sickle’s rod broke; unable to withstand the force of Dionysus’ ******.
With the terrifying spirit of the two gods, the Moussa has already hidden themselves in the coniferous forest.
Eutostea looked at the broken sickle at Dionysus’ feet. It was the best one of all the sickles in the household and the sturdiest tool in the temple. What will they use to cut grass from now on? Looking at the swamps of weeds and bushes, she lamented quietly.
Apollo and Dionysus, ignorant of her inner thoughts, growled as if they would tear each other with their eyes.
“Get the hell away from Eutostea while I’m asking nicely,” Dionysus warned.
“I don’t even remember if you ever said nice things. I came here on my own accord, and that’s my freedom.”
“Do I need to respect your freedom in my territory?”
“Consider it as if I’m stepping in Delphi which is my territory.”
“You asked me to take over while you went on vacation. Come to think of it, isn’t it time for you to stay in Hyperborea? You’re a bastard who crawls up there whenever winter closes in. Why? Do you want me to kick you straight into Hyperborea?”
“Do you know how to kick? You should prove that first. Isn’t the only thing you can boast about is shooting urine a long distance?”
“That’s a lot of big talk for a gentleman who can only use a bow. Prove it? You won’t regret it, will you? Be prepared to crash, I won’t let you go.”
It would be even more pleasant if he pretended to miss his aim and kicked his crotch area. Dionysus strode forward as he earnestly rolled up his sleeves.
Apollo smiled leisurely and watched how Dionysus would humiliate himself. He was confident that he wouldn’t fall behind in a bare-handed fight. Of course, he himself was more interested in pushing his opponent into a corner with elegant sophistry, but he was confident that if the opponent came crashing into him, he would reverse it on him using the same tactic.
A heavy atmosphere reigned with signs of a fight breaking at any moment.
As a joke, Eutostea tasted death in the air charged with the two gods’ fighting spirit as she stood between them. Her chest became stuffy and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
The hem of Apollo’s clothes fluttered before her eyes. A blazing ball of fire condensed round in his grasp.
Rumors of a country that had angered Apollo turning into ashes overnight passed through her mind.
‘The Temple!’
There were a lot of things that could be burned here.
Eutostea drew herself up and held the thick in front of her.
“Lord Apollo!”
The blazing fireball died down.
Apollo, with his red eyes wide open like a rabbit’s, looked down at the top of Eutostea’s head, which was tightly attached to his arm. To be exact, he was surprised at the sound of his name on her lips.
“If you’re going to fight… Only fight outside the temple…”
His murderous intent, which was weighing on the air, disappeared,
Eutostea took a quick relieved breath. Her words came out in a stammer but he heard them clearly.
“My name,” Apollo muttered in a low whisper, “You called me. Eutostea.”
His fingers sank slowly towards Eutostea’s head as if to touch the golden crown that surrounds the sides of her face.
Looking up at Apollo’s face with his eyelids down, he seemed pensive. No, he seemed thrilled?
