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"Temple, prayer, Sparta?"
By the banks of the Eurotas River, Paris repeated these words.
By rights, as a prince, Paris should have been used to such matters.
After all, even his future wife was supposed to be the River God's son.
Yet at this mont, Paris felt a surge of malice.
In the 'future' he had seen, he was struck by a poison arrow.
Though he had 'co to his senses,' in his last monts, he desperately hoped his wife would save him.
But that malicious woman did no such thing; instead, she lashed out at Paris for his heartlessness.
Hah... he had abandoned her first, but only because Helen was his true love by destiny.
Since he had already admitted his wrongs, why did Onone refuse to forgive him?
"Hmph, I heard that even Apollo, who drove the Divine Chariot, once erred and was punished with Poseidon in Troy."
"He was captivated by Onone's beauty on Mount Ida and taught her the redies for curing disease and dispelling toxins."
With a cold laugh, gripping the Elder Wand, Paris was filled with imnse confidence.
Could he be wrong? Perhaps.
But he had apologized, yet others still refused to forgive him, so he was no longer at fault.
Having a change of heart was wrong, but Onone had just hidden it well. They were no different.
He hadn't even intended for her to die, yet she chose to abandon him in his ti of need... Convincing himself in his heart, Paris's gaze grew colder.
The sa identity, yet standing with the Spartans.
In the past, it might have been understandable, but now her strength seed rely average.
"Olotas, Spartans' River God, on this human land, you dare to ask to pray to you?"
"If I refuse you, what will you do then?"
"I won't do anything, mortal. No one forces you to pray.
"But even to adhere to the laws of the Spartan Kingdom, you mustn't build a bridge here unauthorized."
With a furious expression, the River God found the prince in front of him utterly unreasonable.
Yet there were many similar examples among human heroes. Thus, seeing the fearless mortal before him, Olotas took one more step back.
"In truth, mortal, for those truly capable, those who bear noble blood, I never prevent them from crossing the river in their own way."
"My bridges serve most humans, not everyone."
"So, if you don't wish to, you may choose to refuse."
"Fly or use other ans; you may cross by your own power."
The words were logical, and Paris found himself unable to argue with the River God's reasoning.
Yes, from beginning to end, the reason Olotas appeared here was just because of the bridge.
But as the River God's words trailed off, the prince hesitated before greater dissatisfaction arose within him.
He had already overco destiny; why should he follow the River God's rules!
"Hah, but I refuse."
With a cold laugh and a flick of the wrist, a force cast upon the temporary stone bridge, as the prince willed.
It began to strengthen, becoming difficult to damage.
Having done all this, the prince stepped onto the bridgehead.
"No one tells what to do, return to the depths of your river."
"In the na of Paris, from today, this stone bridge shall endure forever!"
"Mortal, you—!"
Pointing at Paris, blood rushed to Olotas's face, turning it crimson with anger, his eyes almost popping.
This mortal was too arrogant, intolerable to the River God.
The long river rose with its master's fury, the River God imbuing his power into the surging torrents.
Waves powerful enough to crush steel struck the sides of the stone bridge. Yet, in the prince's cold laughter, the bridge didn't budge.
A few droplets splashed on his face, Paris wiped away the moisture.
Laughing at the astonished River God, the prince drew his wand.
"Hahahaha... As expected, evil deity, you've harbored malice all along."
"It's just a bridge, what of it? Compared to you forcing others to make sacrifices, it's nothing."
"Co now, let rid the people of evil today."
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