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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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He took a deep breath. His steps were neither too wide nor too narrow. His hands were clasped behind his back, relaxed. His gaze, looking down, was arrogant. He crushed the earth beneath his feet, raised himself to the heavens and declared,
“Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Walk!”
Tap. Tiny footsteps echoed.
‘…Hmm.’
It wasn’t strange. It was common for children to like superhero shows.
“But do you have to do it next to me?”
“Double checking. Mai, did I do well?”
“Yes, you were great. Full of majesty.”
“Hmm…! As expected of a Heavenly Demon!”
At first, he told her to stop, but she sulked and kept practicing until she got it right. He’d learned it was better to just indulge her. He waited for her to tire herself out.
“Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Walk! Heavenly Demon Punch! Heavenly Demon Death Beam!”
“Wow, so scary.”
“…Trait: Virtuous Wife. ‘Oppa’ is entertained. The Heavenly Demon is great.”
“…”
It wasn’t a bad excuse. She was cute, stomping her feet and yelling, “Heavenly Demon Punch!” It was like watching a baby bird flap its wings.
“Huff… too much training. Need a break.”
She wiped her forehead and sat down, sipping on the carrot juice.
“…Straw is limiting.”
She opened the cap and tilted the bottle back—
No!
*Splash!*
“—Pffft?!”
The juice poured down on her face. It went into her nose and mouth.
“Called it.”
“…Unbecoming of a Heavenly Demon. More training needed.”
She tried to play it cool, but her red face and ears gave her away.
“There’s a cup. Use it.”
“Ugh… okay…”
He wiped her face with a tissue. She had juice running down her chin. When he finished, she looked at him and asked,
“So… are we doing it?”
“No.”
“Trait: Virtuous Wife. Internal adjustments possible. I can satisfy ‘oppa’ right now if you want me to.”
“Is that so?”
Then just stay there and drink your juice. He poured her a glass.
“…’Oppa’ hates me?”
“If I hated you, I would’ve sent you back already.”
“Then why?”
“Why… what…?”
Was she being serious? He stared at her, and she tilted her head.
“No pregnancy. You aren’t refusing either. It is not illegal. A white horse created by God…
…But why no ‘use’?”
“…Ugh.”
Chronos, have mercy. He pressed his finger against Mai’s head.
“My type, you saw her, right? Mars.”
“Confirmed. Determined ‘oppa’s’ taste. You like them thick.”
“…That’s not what I meant…”
That was embarrassing. Mai looked at him and said,
“Need time. Will ‘oppa’ hold Mai when Mai thick?”
“…I don’t know.”
“…………”
“I don’t know.”
He’d just proposed to Mars. He couldn’t cheat on her. He didn’t want to know how she would react if he changed his tune.
“Ah, no, that’s not it.”
“What?”
As he was thinking, Mai spoke again.
“‘Wife’ different from ‘white horse’.”
“…Ah.”
She was saying that there wouldn’t be any problems because she was a ‘white horse,’ not a ‘girlfriend.’ ‘That logic makes no sense.’
“Trait: Virtuous Wife. ‘Oppa’s’ assumption is incorrect. Need explanation?”
“…No.”
Her life was pretty rough, too. Both he and Mai were Chronos’s toys. He wasn’t given a choice, but she was.
“If you want to do something else, you can tell me. I’ll support you.”
“…Mai has request for ‘oppa’.”
“A request?”
What did she want? She showed him a page on the magazine she was holding.
“Buy me this….”
“…Hmm.”
Heavenly Demon merchandise. It was a replica of the clothes worn by the Heavenly Demon in the novel. ‘Is she trying to cosplay?’ He didn’t mind buying it, but he wasn’t sure where he’d put it. Maybe in the dorm room? He didn’t have anything other than his school uniform.
“…Oh, wait.”
Could she even stay in the dorm? As he was pondering this, Mai answered him.
“Trait: Virtuous Wife. Trust Mai.”
“…Okay.”
He had to trust her. She’d hidden herself well when his friends had visited. It was like she could erase her presence.
‘She’s like a ghost’
…Would she stay with him like that even when he was having sex?
“? Virtuous Wife always by ‘oppa’s’ side. Common sense, right?”
“If that was common sense, then the whole world would’ve gone to hell!”
“Can participate if you want. So, do you want to do it?”
“Go grow up first.”
Stop trying to make him a pedophile! Mai pouted and chewed on the straw.
“…I will become a body worthy of a Heavenly Demon.”
“What does a Heavenly Demon body mean…?”
Was she talking about a body with great martial arts, but with no experience? He decided to support her dream and lay back down. He had nothing else to do.
“Trait: Virtuous Wi—”
“—Stop.”
“…Sad.”
“Use your words.”
He turned over. He needed to do something to kill time. ‘…Speaking of which,’ the harp. The harp Ur-noona had given him. Was it still around? It had been shattered when it turned into a dagger.
[Ur’s Harp]
-A Harp that can turn into any instrument.
-Always in tune.
-Currently [Broken].
“…Right.”
It was shattered. That meant he couldn’t get any more buffs, right? It was a shame. It had been very helpful. ‘Well, it did save my life.’ Mars’s charm had helped too, but Ur-noona’s harp had also done a lot. He felt like he needed to thank her.
“Do you want to go karaoke when I get out of here?”
“Karaoke? Can I sing [Heavenly Demon Punch] there?”
“Probably? Wait, there’s a song like that?”
“It’s not just some song!”
“…Right.”
She was obsessed with Heavenly Demons. He erased the broken harp and lay down on the bed. What was Ur-noona doing? As he was thinking about her…
“I’m here to make a contract, Hephaestus!”
“…?”
Ur was having a busy day.
She hadn’t expected her harp to break. She had made it to be a protective weapon, but…
“Please! Give it the Indestructible trait!”
“It’s not a difficult task, but…”
Hephaestus stared at her and asked,
“Why should I?”
“…”
That was as expected. She had anticipated this when she came. She slowly said,
“It’s a present for Heracles.”
“!…You’ve already chosen a ‘hero’?”
“More accurately, he’s being called a ‘champion’. Lady Hera seems to like him a lot, and has said that he’s ‘a child who even gods rely on’.”
“If that’s the case… hmm…”
He’d have to give him a present sooner or later. Hera would come asking for it. Since it was inevitable, she added,
“The ‘weapon’, that the ‘champion’ is using right now wasn’t given by a god of Olympus.”
“…That cheapskate Zeus…”
“More accurately, the hero chosen by Lady Hera is not Zeus’s apostle, but Chronos’s.”
“…What…?”
What was that?
“Zeus’s apostle will not receive the name of ‘Heracles’.”
“…Oh.”
“Oho!”
“Those bastards are always doing stupid stuff!”
Hephaestus laughed heartily and clapped.
“An indestructible weapon? Or was it an instrument? Anyway, I’ll make it for you. But you have to tell me everything that happened.”
“I’ve written a poem. Would you like to hear it?”
“A poem by one of the Muses. I’m excited.”
Ur’s poem echoed through Hephaestus’s temple.
“Kya… That’s his descendant alright!”
She spoke about Zeus’s apostle. She criticized him for flirting with every woman, and—
“…True love…!”
She spoke about the journey of Ares’s and Chronos’s apostles.
“Hahahaha! So they’re all the same, huh!”
She compared Zeus’s and Hera’s apostles.
“Huff… if you’re going to be powerless, just die! Who does he think he is? Zeus?!”
She went into great detail about every single event.
She talked about the monster in the abyss, the King of Monsters. She described how the apostles were defeated, one by one.
And then—
“Oh…”
Chronos’s apostle. Fighting alone while making everyone escape.
“Oh…!”
Falling and collapsing. His body broken and in pain. He had cried, tried to run, but still, he had gathered his courage again. The reason why he did that was—
“Ohhhhh—!!!”
—to protect the woman he loved.
In the end, he picked up the sword his girlfriend had given him, and fought the monster. He was a true hero.
“This is— the poem of Chronos’s apostle, Chrono.”
“…True love indeed.”
Pure, undeniable true love. And if it was for ‘true love,’ then he could make anything. Hephaestus could no longer hold back.
“You want a weapon?”
“More accurately, I want a weapon that he can rely on, one that wasn’t given to him by Chronos. A weapon given by the gods of Olympus.”
“Of course. He is the hero chosen by Lady Hera! The hero chosen by me!”
He wasn’t going to let him rely on a relic made by a washed-up old man. His passion for true love ignited him.
*Clang! Clang!*
The sound of his hammer echoed through Olympus. The “divine weapon” was being forged with true love! And Hephaestus called it—
“—Pure Love[No, Agape].”
“…”
It was as expected. Hephaestus was Hera’s son.
He was also a true believer in pure love.
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Oh boy he’s cooking