Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

In the palace of Eleusis, the palace where the queen lived.

In the cold winter, snowflakes fall down and fall on the roof and ground. The cold wind outside formed convection with the fire burning inside the house, causing gusts of breeze. Through the window, Murtanella could see the guards guarding the outside.

They are all the elites of the kingdom, warriors who have reached the second level. Not only do they have extraordinary physiques that are not afraid of cold and heat, they can also use the energy in their bodies to temporarily increase themselves. They can also wear heavy armor and travel hundreds of miles, or even use bare hands. Fight and win against ordinary beasts.

In this era, they can almost be regarded as reserves for the top leaders of Eleusis, and after hundreds of years of development, this 'top class' may even be replaced by 'nobles'. Therefore, allowing them to act as guards was originally a status symbol, but the queen knew that they were not actually here to protect her.

On the contrary, they are here to protect this thriving country from being destroyed by themselves. And all of this is because of Metanella's complaints against the goddess of agriculture.

Everyone has 'forgot' the existence of the little prince, or in other words, more civilians don't know the whole story, but the queen is unwilling to 'forget'; everyone is grateful for the existence of the goddess, because she has prevented natural disasters. Horrible, but the Queen was equally unwilling to be grateful.

Even when she saw the citizens of Eleusis being grateful to Demeter, Metanera tried to tell them the truth behind it - she didn't expect people to understand her, but at least they should remember that Demophon died because of it, His name should not be unknown.

And from that day the queen was brought back to the palace.

Obviously, although Demeter herself had left the dead child behind and she did not want to recall the failed work, others did not dare to let the goddess's 'stain' spread. Even King Kelius gradually had some guesses about the whole story of that incident.

Although the goddess acted moody and regarded mortals as ants, if the 'ants' in her eyes did not hinder her, then Demeter would not actually do anything.

This is God's contempt for man as man's contempt for livestock. After figuring this out, although the suppressed pain in the king's heart was not erased, it inevitably made him let go of his worries a little. At least he understood that as long as he obeyed the goddess's will in everything, the same disaster would not befall his eldest son again.

Under such circumstances, he would naturally not allow any unexpected things to happen, nor would he allow Murtanella's remarks to affect the image of God in the eyes of the people, thereby shaking the faith of the goddess. So even though he understood the grief in the queen's heart, he still locked her in his palace indifferently.

He thought that time would smooth everything out, and the emphasis on his eldest son and family would gradually make Murtanella let go of his unrealistic thoughts. After all, the dead can no longer be restored, and the living must continue to live. But obviously, Cleus didn't know that for some people, the status of the living can never defeat the dead.

So on this day, when night fell, the queen dismissed all the maids who came to 'take care' of her, or simply to prevent her from doing blasphemous acts. She covered the window with a curtain and took out a box of incense that she had tanned by her own hands.

It was the result of two months of hard work by Murtanella. It was a spice made from a special formula. Take four parts and two parts of frankincense, benzoin, and incense respectively. One part cedar and ginger, with half vetiver, cardamom, cinnamon, juniper berries, iris and cypress, plus seven dried raisins, a few drops of wine, honey and lotus fragrance. With these materials alone, if she were not the queen, there would be no way she could put them together.

After having the raw materials, she processes them separately according to different timings and rituals. She crushes the hay and lets it sit in an airtight container for two weeks, then mixes it with essential oils, wine, grapes, etc. and lets it rest again. After a month of waiting, she finally made the finished product into incense sticks and stored them in a small box.

It is said that such incense can communicate with the gods - at least that is what the gods say. So now, Murtanella took it out and carefully lit it.

The firelight flickered for a moment, and then a faint mist spread around the room, but disappeared without a trace after extending to a certain distance. It seemed to be transmitted to some unknown place along with the queen's thoughts, carrying some of her will with it.

As time passed by, the night became darker and darker. Until midnight, when the incense was about to burn out, in Murtanella's expectant eyes, the void in front of him finally trembled slightly.

After a while, under the flickering candlelight, two existences that could be called 'dwarf' slowly emerged and solidified. They were two children who looked to be only ten years old, but looking at them, the queen only had scruples and desires in her eyes.

"It seems you are ready."

The boy spoke first, followed closely by the girl.

"Choose one of us."

Looking at the mortals in front of them, Volos and Eros said plainly:

"Then now...make your choice."

"This is your only chance in this life to take revenge on God."

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In the queen's chamber, the conversation was still going on.

This was not the first time that the two parties had met. In fact, she had already met these two child-like gods shortly after Murtanella was imprisoned in the palace.

In a simple demonstration, these two children, who were no more than ten years old, just shot a golden arrow, causing a determined guard to fall passionately in love with a stone and regard it as the only one. This horrifying scene not only chilled the queen's heart, but also convinced her of the other party's identity.

In the simple concept of human beings in Chaos, affecting people's thinking is a far more terrifying thing than killing a person's body. So without much doubt, Metanella concluded that the person coming was a god far more powerful than Demeter. After a brief conversation with the other party, the queen also understood what the other party meant.

They are willing to help her complete her revenge and take revenge on the goddess of agriculture - or in other words, helping her complete her revenge can achieve their goals, so they come here for this reason.

A golden arrow can bring irresistible love; a lead arrow can create intolerable disgust. They placed two arrows in front of the queen and asked her to choose one, and then give it a target - of course, this target must be related to the object of her revenge.

"I want to know...can you bring Demophon back to life?"

In the smoke rising from the burning incense, the queen spoke with hope. Although she had thought long and hard about revenge against Demeter, she still preferred to bring her child back to life if possible.

This is something far more meaningful than revenge. However, in front of her, the two gods who looked like boys and girls just shook their heads together, and then said in turn:

"As much as I want to say it, we wouldn't agree to it even if it were possible."

"Because we are not here to help you realize your wish."

"But actually."

"We really can't do that."

It's like being connected with each other. Although each person speaks a word, there is no sense of separation in the sound.

Watching the queen's eyes change from expectation to despair, Volos and Eros continued:

"Because his soul is dead too."