The Greece Antagonist

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As the noticeably smaller figure squeezed into the room from outside, Hestia's tense nerves finally relaxed. She couldn't help but pat her chest, looking forward at Anna with a full measure of reproach.

"Anna, you scared me to death!"

At that moment, Little Medusa, transformed into the form of a young girl, hurriedly held up her index finger to her lips, making a silence gesture, and casually pointed next door.

"Shh, she's not asleep yet..."

Instantly, Hestia quickly covered her mouth, making a quieting gesture, even her breathing became careful and cautious.

Come on, one of you is the Goddess of the Hearth, Zeus's big sister; the other is a Gorgon Sisters, a hero killer... Are you really that scared of her?

Seeing the two behave like thieves, Luo En rolled his eyes wildly, unable to stop himself from inwardly ridiculing them.

However, having just stolen her niece's thunder, Hestia naturally had no way to be tough about it.

Medusa was facing the suppression of her bloodline—after all, whether in Greek mythology or the modified version in Roman mythology, Athena had her completely under control.

As for Luo En himself...

Certain bedridden wounded, closing his eyes, recalled Athena with a smile on her face, picking up a thistle, and whipping him all around the yard; he shivered at the thought and quickly shook his head, forcefully dispelling that nightmarish figure.

Too terrifying, untouchable, untouchable!

The three people in the cottage exchanged glances, subtly reaching a consensus, and simultaneously lowered their voices and slowed their breathing.

"Mmm, this can be used to heal wounds."

The petite Medusa came forward and handed a half-open wooden box to Luo En.

Inside was a dark red paste, emitting a cool scent mixed with a hint of sweet fishiness as it entered the nostrils.

When did she learn to make healing magic potions?

Luo En was somewhat surprised, his gaze immediately falling on the other arm that the little girl had pinned to her side.

Beneath the unadorned, transparent clothing, there was a faint mark.

That wound seemed freshly scabbed over, with traces of blood still lingering.

This little fool!

At this point, already understanding in his heart, Luo En glared fiercely at Little Medusa in front of the bed, and raised his right hand high.

A shadow loomed, and Medusa instinctively shrank her neck.

But in the end, that raised hand gently came down, forcefully rubbing the little head.

"Don't do this next time..."

The gentle admonition carried an unmistakable sense of authority, and Little Medusa, looking at the stern face, helplessly nodded obediently.

Having received the satisfactory response he desired, Luo En's face once again broke into a smile.

However, due to the excessive movement, stinging pain once again spread through his body, making him involuntarily wince, revealing a pained grimace.

"You're not healed yet, it's better not to move around."

Hestia, seeing this, couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and sympathy, and advised him, immediately embracing his reclining upper body in her arms.

Suddenly, a soft, full sensation came from behind his head, making the immobile Luo En suffer even more, in pain yet blissful.

At that moment, watching Hestia spoon-feed her nominal "brother," Little Medusa, who was faintly competitive, refused to be outdone.

"I'll help you apply the medicine!"

So saying, Little Medusa scooped out a piece of dark red ointment from the box, gently spreading it over Luo En's various wounds with her hands.

Feeling the slight coolness of the ointment and the delicate touch of fingers gliding on the skin, Luo En not only unknitted his brow but even gradually curved the corners of his mouth upward, faintly enjoying the sensation.

The Goddess of the Hearth feeding him, the Medusa applying medicine — such treatment wouldn't be exchanged even for a king.

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Luo En reflected on his thoughts while he couldn't help but get lost in daydreams.

Actually, if he could enjoy such benefits every day in the future, he'd be willing to be whipped by Athena every single day.

Even, let the storms come even more fiercely!

Just as the injured man on the bed closed his eyes to fantasize, the sudden tug at the wound on his chest, and the spoon that almost stabbed into his throat, made him flounder like a fish gasping for air. He sat up abruptly from the gentle embrace of the bed, a visage full of sorrow and indignation.

"Anna, Hestia, you guys..."

The mournful accusation stopped abruptly as Luo En's neck creaked stiffly upward like rusted gears, turning a few inches to look in horror at the silver-haired goddess who had appeared at his bedside without notice.

Meanwhile, Hestia and Little Medusa were maintaining the same posture next to him.

Gulp...

Simultaneously, the three of them swallowed their saliva, their hearts uncontrollably wavering as they subconsciously pulled away to assert their innocence while making a divine division.

However, Athena standing in front of the bed raised her hand in a comforting gesture and showed a faint smile to Hestia and Little Medusa.

"No need, carry on with what you're doing, I just came by to check in."

The two, one tall and one short, nodded stiffly, their expressions numb and mechanical.

Following that, Athena turned her gaze back to Luo En in the gentle embrace and her smile grew even warmer.

"Hmm, they've taken good care of you, looks like you'll be able to recover in less than a day."

Luo En also nodded stiffly, a fine layer of cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck.

Then, Athena changed the course of the conversation, her smile now brilliantly dazzling.

"So, let's move your training schedule up, and start tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing that kind and gentle pronouncement, Luo En on the bed nearly blacked out and nearly passed out.

"Don't play too late, go to sleep early tonight."

In the end, Athena left behind a tender instruction, waved her hand amiably, turned around, exited the room, and even had the courtesy to close the door behind her.

However, the moment the third visitor stepped over the threshold, the room was filled with the sounds of bowls and wooden boxes crashing to the floor, along with frantic exclamations and a cry of anguish that was delayed by over a minute.

At the same time, the Goddess of Wisdom in the hallway had her smile vanish, her complexion turning as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on her clenched fist protruding as it popped with the cracking of bones.

She was a Lesser Deity I had painstakingly cultivated, yet my aunt got there first!

I told that guy not to get too close to Artemis, yet there he is, mingling with that woman!

And tonight, weren't you all not supposed to interfere? Why are you all showing up to curry favor?

Each and every one of you, none letting things go my way!

Watching her master's clearly unpleased expression, Nike standing behind held up the clay pot in her right hand, somewhat at a loss.

"What should we do with the potion?"

"Throw it away!" The Goddess of Wisdom huffed coldly.

"What about the food?" Nike then raised the food box in her left hand, blinking in distress.

Athena gave the lesser deity behind her an annoyed glance for bringing up the inconvenient topic, grinding her teeth and casting a melancholic gaze toward the living room.

"Hasn't it not eaten yet?"

"Woof?"

Meanwhile, the Golden Hound, which had been dozing under the table, seemed to sense an invisible chill in the air, awakening bewildered and innocently sticking out its head.

(ps: At the moment, the Lesser Deity system belongs to Hestia; Medusa has the highest intimacy; the fastest relationship progress belongs to Artemis... as for Athena—busy for nothing, lingering in her defeat.)