Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Chapter 106: Crazy Artemis

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So, the fight is on.

With that thought, Athena once again closed the distance to Hermes.

Hermes had been enjoying the drama, but suddenly felt a chill on his neck and instinctively looked back.

Damn, Athena is still after me!

"Stop chasing, stop chasing!"

Just a few hours ago, over the golden apple tree, they were as close as siblings... although, technically, they were siblings or at least, half-siblings.

But so quickly, that friendship capsized!

As the two of them left, Hades also returned to the Underworld, and seeing this, Hestia and Demeter also decided to depart.

Soon after their departure, even Hera herself left.

She left exceedingly happy, for not only had she obtained Promise's paintings, but she finally had a vow with Promise.

Hera felt, with this vow, her relationship with Promise was now unbreakable.

Those mistresses, Athena and Demeter, laughable, laughable,

From now on they would have no chance to snatch Promise away from her!

So, the reason Hera was in such a hurry to leave was to look for a wife for Promise.

And until she left, Promise did not speak another word.

The empty look in his eyes scared the Pegasus so much that he no longer dared to eat grass, flapping his wings, hr returned to the starry sky.

Ah...I think I should switch to another goddess.

The goddess teacher isn't bad, or at worst, I could turn to Athena.

...Or if that really doesn't work out, I might as well find an opportunity to commit suicide and end it all.

As for the vow with Athena, upon reflecting about it carefully, it wasn't really that hard.

'Maybe I should go fight the Hydra, whose poison could even kill my teacher.

Then accidentally getting poisoned and dying would be quite normal, right?'

'If not, I could head to the Underworld to find Typhon,

I remember he should be in the abyss of Tartarus now.

To challenge the mighty Typhon and die, that would be quite grand!'

With these thoughts, Promise's eyes gradually regained some sparkle.

Regardless, marriage is absolutely out of the question!

After all, Promise knew he was destined to die.

Thinking of death yet going through a marriage, wouldn't that just be seeking misery?

And the thought that if he really got married, there would be a high probability that he would encounter his wife in the future Holy Grail War or in Chaldea.

At this moment, Promise felt the impulse to draw his sword and slash at his own neck.

Who would be willing to set themselves up in a Shura Field for no reason?

Not to mention Hera throwing in that vow about the most beautiful on earth, the wisest among goddesses.

Is that a blessing any normal person could enjoy?!

Just as Promise was feeling utterly hopeless, his once firm belief in Hera intensely shaken.

"Um... Promise?" With all the gods gone, a beautiful huntress in emerald green attire approached him at this moment.

Blinking her holy azure eyes, she looked at him puzzled, slightly tilting her head and asking, "What's wrong?"

Upon hearing her, Promise turned his head to look at her.

And then he felt a sudden rush of emotion, almost throwing himself into Atalanta's arms.

It was supposed to be such a beautiful night.

Not only had he defeated the monster Chimera, fulfilling his vow to the goddess, but he had also managed to obtain six paintings, completing half the task of depicting the twelve Olympian gods.

What a wonderful night it was supposed to be.

But it's all ruined, because of a single vow from Hera.

It's all over!

"... Atalanta, I'm a bit tired."

After a moment, resigned to his fate, Promise quietly sighed and asked Atalanta, "Could you help keep watch tonight?"

Although he was deeply troubled by such turn of event and his faith in Hera was severely shaken, Promise actually did not blame Hera in his heart.

This was also the reason why he hesitated and did not interrupt Hera immediately.

Firstly, Hera was unaware of Promise's true feelings.

Currently, there was only one goddess who knew his idea, and that was Hera's daughter, Hephaestus.

And even if she were the last person in the world, she would never tell her.

Secondly, as the goddess of marriage, it was natural for Hera to bestow her most cherished child with the grandest marriage possible.

Not only in her eyes but in the eyes of all the gods, this was undoubtedly the greatest blessing Hera could offer.

After all, who would have guessed that Promise chose Hera, the goddess of marriage,

precisely to avoid the divine thunderstorm of marriage?

Even the goddess, known for her wisdom Athena only deduced this from his reactions just

now.

Realizing where she had been lacking all along!

When Atalanta heard him, she looked into Promise's star-like bright emerald eyes and, before she could even respond, she had already nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Atalanta, and for your bow... you've been very kind to me all along. Don't worry,

Atalanta, I will definitely repay you in the future!"

As he handed the Bow of Heaven to Atalanta, Promise involuntarily reminisced about

everything that had happened since he met her.

Upon reflection, he felt like he indeed owed Atalanta a great deal.

Whether it was the initial hunting rituals, the affair with the Pegasus Pegasus, the painting of

the moon goddess Artemis, or this recent borrowing of the bow.

Although Atalanta was verbally harsh and unpolished, she had consistently offered significant

help to Promise.

Therefore, now, he naturally made a decision.

As everyone knows, Atalanta dedicated everything to the moon goddess Artemis, and vowed

to remain pure throughout her life and always believe in Artemis.

Given this, Promise decided to fulfill Atalanta's wish.

He decided to help Atalanta change her destiny.

Immediately after, Promise leaned against a nearby tree, sat down, and fell asleep with his

eyes closed.

He fell asleep quickly and deeply, despite having just eaten a golden apple.

After all, whether it was those six paintings or the conquest of the Chimera, all had been done in a very short time, and it was normal for Promise to be exhausted.

Seeing that he had actually fallen asleep like that, Atalanta looked at the sky, saw that it was getting late, and felt the night wind was a bit chilly, so she hurriedly went around to look for

firewood and lit a fire.

The fire illuminated Promise, who was quietly sleeping against the tree.

Atalanta stood aside, looking at his sleeping face, and couldn't help but think of a sentence

that she had heard by chance.

When someone willingly shows their sleeping face in your presence, entrusting you with their vulnerability, even if you lightly push or call them and they do not wake, it means they see you as one of the most important and trusted people in their life.

With this realization, the huntress was surprised to find herself sitting beside the boy without

even noticing how she got there.

Regaining her senses, she initially thought to stand up and leave, but as her holy blue eyes

reflected his form, she hesitated for a long time before she couldn't resist gently nudging him

and whispering, "Promise, are you asleep?"

Then, Atalanta saw Promise's body gently sway, his eyebrows twitch slightly as if he was

about to wake.

Just as she saw this and her emotions became incredibly complex,

Promise, who had swayed a little, ended up resting his head on her shoulder.

And as Atalanta stiffened from the contact, Promise, who was lying on her shoulder, probably

felt that the pillow was not comfortable enough, and shifted slightly, ending up more

comfortably nestled in her lap.

He even turned over, finding a more comfortable position to sleep...

"Ah, how wonderful,"

Witnessed all of this, the god of light Apollo, who was very happy.

Apollo, who had watched Atalanta grow up and was mainly focused on the laurel tree goddess

Daphne nowadays, genuinely thought this was really nice.

But he entirely failed to notice that Artemis next to him had not only raised her bow at some

point but even notched an arrow...