The Story of Perseus - (1)
Lately, nthe has been acting quite differently. Whenever I wander around the Underworld, I often see her mumbling to herself with a vacant look in her eyes as she passes by…
“Ugh... I want to go back... No, I can't, but…”
Sotis, I even find her crouching in the outer reaches of the Underworld. When I ask her what she’s doing…
“Lord Hades... I... I can’t go on like this... Please reward ! Give so kind of reward!”
She would lift her head slightly, her eyes brimming with tears, pleading with . The problem isn't just the pleading, but the fact that she suddenly tries to cling to .
I tried to avoid it at first, but one ti, I softened up and just let it happen. That’s when this happened: while nthe was crying in my arms about how hard the work was...
“nthe? Have you finished inspecting the fire intensity of the Pyriphlegethon River that I asked you to?!” “The ferryman Charon has been complaining about the strong mint scent... and here you are cozying up to Hades…”
“Eeeek?! I-I’m sorry!”
The mont suddenly turned tense as the fierce goddess Styx and the gentle goddess Lethe appeared and took her away.
nthe, who looked as if she was facing the sa fate as a mortal entering the Underworld, stopped trying to cling to after that and started flinching whenever she saw .
It’s as if she was scolded or trained sohow...
As this kept happening, I called Hypnos, the god of sleep, to ask about it.
“Are the goddesses bullying nthe? She seems overwheld with work...” “...? From what I know, Styx has only given her half of what she usually handles.”
Is that true? One day, I decided to secretly follow nthe around. From morning till night, she was diligently running around the Underworld working...
‘Isn't this actually less work than what others handle?’
nthe’s workload was significantly lighter compared to the average workload of other gods in the Underworld.
Other gods even used their avatars to handle several tis more work than she did, while nthe, who didn’t know how to create an avatar, was running around in her physical form.
After that, I figured she would adapt to the workload eventually... so I stopped paying attention. After all, even I was making judgnts and handling responsibilities with the help of an avatar while following her around.
And so, I watched nthe gradually adapt to life in the Underworld with a contented gaze…
One day, the goddess of wisdom, Athena, visited the Underworld.
“Greetings, Uncle. Cough, cough.” “...? Why are you coughing?”
Our gods do not get sick. Aside from the curse of baldness, which not even Apollo, the god of dicine, can cure, most diseases do not affect the robust bodies of the gods.
But the goddess of wisdom, one of the twelve Olympian gods, is coughing? Athena forced a smile as she answered my question.
“Ah... It’s just that... Sniff The strong scent of mint from the entrance of the Underworld to the Acheron River...” “Is it really that bad?” “...Even Ferryman Charon was pinching his nose as he steered his massive barge... no, his iron ship.”
Mint, the symbol of Hades, was originally used to mask the stench of the dead during funerals in Thebes, where my temple was located, so its use was minimal.
At first, Thanatos, the god who harvests the souls of the dead, and Charon, who ferries them across the Acheron River, enjoyed the refreshing scent.
But if mint has spread so widely in the mortal world that nthe was elevated to the status of a goddess...
How many dead would now be carrying the scent of mint?
“Oh... it seems that mint has beco too widespread in the mortal world.” “Yes, the scent dissipates sowhat when the souls cross the Acheron River, but before that...” “We'll need to find a way to reduce the spread of mint in the mortal world.”
While it’s good that my symbol, mint, has beco widespread, it’s unacceptable if it’s causing distress to the gods.
I need to find another solution.
“Uncle... The reason I ca to the Underworld is...” “Athena, do you have any good ideas? A way to naturally reduce the amount of mint used in human funerals...”
“Would you prefer a natural reduction rather than issuing an oracle to ban it?”
Of course.
After all, it would be too heavy-handed to decree through an oracle that the amount of mint used during funerals should be limited after mint was given to them in the first place.
“In that case, what if we popularize the use of mint in food? If it becos a precious ingredient, humans wouldn’t waste it in large quantities at funerals...”
“...! That’s not a bad idea. Now that you ntion it...”
Yes. When I acknowledged nthe as the creator of mint...
I declared that she was the official creator of mint and that mint-based foods should spread across the world.
I had forgotten about this because I was so busy, but I should have used that thod from the start.
Instead of dealing with the overpowering scent by consuming the mint...
If mint is used in tea or food, the amount used in funerals would naturally decrease.
In this era, food ingredients are precious, so the amount of mint leaves buried with the dead would decrease, and the souls would no longer carry such a strong mint scent.
“...Uncle?”
Honestly, I don’t mind the scent, but since Charon is suffering, as the lord of the Underworld, I can’t just ignore it.
So, the reason I’m turning mint into a food item is all thanks to... I an, because of Charon.
Just as I was about to call nthe to assign her this task, Athena called out to .
“The reason I ca here was actually to ask if I could borrow your Helm of Darkness, Uncle.”
She wants to borrow my Helm of Darkness, forged by Arges, one of the Cyclopes brothers?
That’s akin to asking to borrow Zeus’s thunderbolt or Poseidon’s trident.
I straightened up and looked Athena in the eyes.
“There must be a reason why the goddess of wisdom is making such a request. Explain.”
“Yes. I wish to lend it to a human nad Perseus, who is destined to beco a hero.”
“...I’ve heard of him. Isn’t he the unfortunate soul destined to kill his grandfather?”
The king of Argos, Acrisius, had no sons, only a daughter. So, he went to the Oracle of Delphi to inquire about his offspring, but...
“You will not have a son, but your daughter’s son will kill you.”
“What... What?!”
Terrified by the prophecy, King Acrisius locked his daughter Danaë in a tall tower. However, Zeus transford into a golden shower and entered the tower, where he lay with her.
As a result, Danaë and her son by Zeus, Perseus, were cast into the sea by Acrisius. Specifically, the two were placed in a wooden chest and set adrift on the sea.
Fortunately, they were rescued by a kind fisherman and lived on the island of Seriphos. But...
“Perseus. This is a royal command. Bring the head of dusa.”
“You... you want to bring you the head of dusa?”
“If you refuse, you’ll be executed for defying the king’s orders. What will you do?”
“Damn it... Fine.”
King Polydectes of Seriphos, who was infatuated with Danaë’s beauty, sought to eliminate her son Perseus by sending him on a quest to retrieve the head of dusa, one of the three Gorgons who could turn anyone who looked at her into stone.
“You know of this human, Uncle?”
“Even though I dwell in the Underworld, I keep tabs on those destined to beco heroes. Especially soone like Perseus, a son of Zeus.”
The threat of the Gigantes is far from over.
I’ve been keeping an eye on humans destined to beco heroes.
Especially those like Perseus, who is the son of Zeus.
A predetermined fate.
Not even the immortal gods can change the absolute law that governs it.
Not even the king of the gods, Zeus, can change a fate revealed through prophecy.
So, while I knew Perseus was fated to kill his grandfather, I didn’t dare consider altering that fate.
“A son of Zeus is my nephew, so I can’t just let him die.”
“Does that an you’ll lend him the Helm of Darkness?”
“Well…”
Perseus is indeed the human fated to beco a hero and may play a role in the war against the Gigantes.
Lending him the Helm of Darkness could be considered an investnt in the future.
If it’s fate. But...
“It's true that Perseus is destined to slay dusa and beco a hero. But...”
There’s one reason I haven’t imdiately agreed to Athena’s request.
“Wasn’t it you who turned dusa into a monster after she was raped by Poseidon? And she was originally one of your priestesses, wasn’t she?”
dusa had been a priestess serving Athena’s temple.
But, coveting her beauty, Poseidon raped her in the temple.
Like Artemis, Athena is a virgin goddess.
Having a sexual encounter in her temple was a grave act of desecration.
Unable to confront Poseidon directly, Athena instead transford dusa into a monster.
“Your nature isn’t so different from Artemis, it seems. Maybe confronting Poseidon was difficult, but taking out your anger on a human seems... unworthy of you.”
“Uncle, that’s...”
“You couldn’t say anything to Poseidon, who raped dusa, yet you co here asking to borrow my Helm of Darkness to give to a human hero who is destined to kill her?”
Perseus is indeed fated to kill dusa and his grandfather.
But it was Athena who turned dusa, originally a victim, into a monster.
While I am inclined to lend the Helm of Darkness to ensure Perseus doesn’t et his end, I’ll need more convincing.
“Let’s hear your renowned wisdom and reasoning.”
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