By the ti Helen ca back after eting her goddess, it was already quite late.
The Goddess of Night, Nyx, had already brought forth the night and adorned the sky with stars.
However, despite the nightfall, the palace of Sparta was unusually lively that evening.
Nobles of the kingdom were dressed in their finest attire,
As King of Sparta hosted a grand banquet.
The main focus or say protagonists of this banquet was none other than the returning Helen, as well as the hero Promise...
This was mainly a celebration for them.
[By the way, a side note: The patron deity of Sparta wasn't the god of war, Ares, but Apollo, the god of light.
After all, Ares may have been the god of war and battle frenzy, but he didn't care about victory. ]
Thus, the seers of the kingdom, had already recognized who Promise was when they saw him standing under the favor of God Apollo's light.
And since this was their ho ground, Apollo had even issued an oracle beforehand instructing them to ensure Promise was properly welcod.
As a result, the boy was soon persuaded to attend the banquet.
At first, to him, it was just a small matter, but what he didn't expect was that this decision of his would attract the attention of his patron goddess, Hera, the queen of the gods.
As the dignified and regal goddess appeared in front of him, accompanied by several nymphs, all carrying exquisite garnts in their habds.
In that mont, looking at the goddess's eyes lighting up as she dismissed all the palace maids and focused solely on him, Promise imdiately had a very bad premonition in his heart...
"Promise, you are a child of , Hera, Queen of the Gods.
So, wherever you go, you must always be the center of attention, the focus of all eyes!"
"And you are so adorable, child.
You should have long been attending all sorts of grand events, making everyone fascinated by you and fall in love with you!"
With that said...Promise's bad premonition was imdiately confird.
From that day on, the boy developed a certain psychological shadow about banquets.
As for the next three hours, Promise beca a dress-up doll in Hera's hands... However, even after dressing up in many attires one after the other,
the one who finally decided his outfit in the end was not Hera, but Athena, who had blended in at so point without anyone noticing.
After trying for so ti, the radiant gold colour, mysterious black, and even flawless white were all deed unsuitable for Promise.
So, from the countless elegant outfits, Athena finally selected a serene and gentle light blue. She handed the clothing to Hera, and the mont the Queen of Olympus personally dressed him in it, the exquisitely crafted garnt, paired with his dazzling erald eyes and a touch of romantic charm from poets and painters, made the accompanying nymphs freeze in awe. "Perfect!"
Looking at the young man dressed, just the way he should have been, Hera exclaid excitedly, clapping her hands with Athena in celebration.
However, just as she was about to praise her for a job well done, she paused for a mont. "Wait, Athena, why are you here!?"
"Oh dear, I've been found out~~" Athena giggled mischievously, then without waiting for Hera to react to the sudden surprise, she winked at Promise before turning around and dashing out of the room.
Hera was about to get angry at this naughty goddess when she suddenly realized sothing was terribly wrong with the number of people in the room.
No, wasn't it just ...?
As she sweeped her amber eyes around the room, her face imdiately darkened.
Good grief!
There was her elder sister Hestia winking at her, Persephone gasping in admiration at Promise, and even Artemis, dressed in a stunning gown herself, eyeing Promise, eager to try sothing...
.
.
'You guys, can't you stop eyeing soone else's things for even a single day!'
With that, Hera forcefully dragged away Artemis, who was shouting that she didn't want to go and insisting on joining Promise at the banquet.
At this mont, the Queen of Heaven finally realized that she needed to be more vigilant in guarding Promise.
Otherwise, this "precious cabbage" would be snatched away sooner or later!
While his Goddess was chasing others away, Promise finally made his way to the banquet.
Having left the nightmare of the changing room behind, he hoped to finally breathe a sigh of relief and relax at the Spartan Kingdom's banquet.
As a result, in the next mont, he found that everyone's eyes were focused on him.
As Hera had said, the mont he arrived, he imdiately beca the very center of attention.
Everyone was amazed by his arrival, and so even exclaid that the great God of Light, Apollo, himself had descended.
Well if one thought about it carefully, it kind of made sense.
After all, not only did he have an outstanding foundation, but he was also wearing a gown personally chosen and provided by Queen Hera herself.
And the goddesses were the ones who had picked out his attire!
As the evening progressed, many people couldn't resist approaching Promise.
Countless noblewon and ladies cast flirtatious glances in his direction.
Well..to all this, all Promise could do in response was smile politely.
As ti went by, he was having thoughts about escaping from the banquet, but the thought of possibly running into the goddesses again made him pause in fear, leaving him stuck between
a rock and a hard place.
Just as he was conducted abd afraid, the other main guest of the evening, Helen, finally made
her appearance.
And the mont she stepped in, nearly everyone in the banquet hall instinctively held their breath, and looked at her with disbelief on their face.
Helen had been kept hidden for a long ti due to her growing beauty and the uncontrollable
magic in her eyes.
Like a caged golden canary, she had been protected from the outside world.
Thus, this was her first ti attending a royal banquet.
At that mont, she was wearing a light rose-colored gown, crafted by the Goddess of
Beauty, Aphrodite herself.
Combined with her porcelain-like skin, flowing golden hair, and a face that could harm countries, Helen resembled the most perfect creation of a divine craftsman.
Even without the influence of her magic eyes, just her presence at this one banquet was enough for her beauty to beco the talk of the entire ancient Greek world.
Faced with such unparalleled beauty, none of the won present could even muster jealousy;
the gap was simply too wide.
"Brother Promise," Helen called sweetly as she smiled, like a sprite from a painting, and
skipped toward him.
Although her gown, crafted by the goddess of beauty, added an enchanting allure to her.
However, her innocent and pure gaze carried a contrasting childlike innocence.
Two completely different qualities-seductive and pure-rged perfectly within Helen at
the sa ti, without clashing.
After all, she was destined to beco the most beautiful woman in all of Greek mythology.
Standing side by side, Promise and Helen naturally beca the center of attention, while
everyone else at the banquet faded into the background.
"Brother Promise, does Helen look pretty?" The little girl asked, twirling playfully in front of
him, her excitent bubbling over.
"Yes, you look beautiful,"
While Promise answered with a smile, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
The beauty that launched a thousand ships.
No wonder she would ignite the Trojan War in the future and lead to the deaths of countless
heroes.
Really cute.
No...I really need to get her to change her belief and worship Hera.
Otherwise, Zeus will harm her sooner or later!
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