[Greek mythology] Born to be arrogant

It's hard being a woman.

It is even more difficult to be a woman who lies in the arms of her lover but happens to be visited by her friends.

Depressedly, Diana pushed Apollo, reluctantly gritted her teeth and stood up, trying to sneak away to clean up while he wasn't looking, but he pushed him back, and asked with a bit of a joke: "What's wrong? Huh?..." Suddenly, his face changed slightly, "Blood?!"

"Why does it smell like blood?" Apollo asked her anxiously, "Are you... injured?" But she just followed him to Delos during the day, and spent most of the time nestled in his arms Yes, how could it hurt? !

Diana's complexion changed a few times, looking forward to Ai Ai.

Apollo became more and more sure that she was injured. He pressed her with one hand, and tore off her belt with the other, ignoring her tiny, almost negligible resistance, and completely stripped her clean.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, mixed with a few traces of inaudible sweetness.

"Bastard, bastard..." Diana put her legs together and stared at him fiercely, "Let, let me clean it up..." She had to burn the sheets and bedding herself.Except for the highest-ranking blind priestess Pythia, Delphi, from the second priest to the servants of the gods, is all male.

I forgot to mention that there is no such thing as "period" in the Protoss.The goddesses can spend every night carefree and radiant without worrying about side leakage.As for pregnancy and childbirth? ...Naturally, when you want to give birth, you find a man to spend the night with, and you give birth.

So, being a woman is really, really hard.

The snow-white sheets were wrinkled and crumpled by her, but they couldn't hide the slight red marks.

The worry in Apollo's eyes became even more serious. He forcibly pressed her legs and separated them. The thicker bloody smell radiated out. There were a few bloodstains on the tender thighs, and even the faint hairs. Also stained with some blood beads.

Diana was ashamed and angry.

Why is the power of the human race so weak...why can't she kick Apollo off the bed...

"Stop making trouble." Apollo looked at her twisting and refusing to cooperate, and finally forcibly held down her hands and feet, comforting her for a moment, and the two slender and rough fingers were just... just like that. Probing in like this.

Diana’s expression at this time is like this→→ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3[Let me die]

It's hard being a woman.

It is even more difficult to be a woman of God!

She lay on Apollo's body without tears. She twitched a few times, and she really cried: "Don't, don't go in again...it hurts..."

Apollo's face changed greatly.

The God of Light is in a hurry, and the consequences are serious.

All the priests and servants were forcibly awakened by Apollo in the middle of the night to prepare the top healing holy water and the most complicated healing formation.

With great difficulty, Diana calmed down, hugged Apollo's arm, and in the fastest and shortest words, explained to Apollo the little friends that human women must visit every month.

Apollo's expression changed from anxious to overwhelmed to completely relieved. Finally, he waved his hand and said to the priests and servants who had been busy for most of the night: "There is no need to prepare."

Priest & Servant: Your Highness, are you teasing us in the middle of the night? !

Apollo found his conscience and added another sentence: "I will give you half a month's leave."

Priest & Servant: Your Highness, why don't you tease us every half a month...

Diana curled up in Apollo's arms panting slightly, and asked to wash her body several times, but he refused.

She had a vague premonition.

Sure enough, after completely burning the sheets and quilts and replacing them with new ones, Apollo personally carried her to the hot spring pool at the back of the hall, and patiently and gently scrubbed her, with a serious look, as if he was treating a woman. Fragile oriental porcelain.

Diana protested helplessly and powerlessly: "I will do it myself."

Apollo ignored it.

She softened her tone and said in the calmest tone possible: "Let me do it myself, okay?"

Apollo leaned over and kissed her eyes: "Don't make trouble."

Diana only felt the veins on her forehead throbbing.

From washing to drying, and then covering her with a clean muslin, Apollo did it himself, without letting her get wet.

She no longer knew whether to cry or laugh: "Don't you think...some...not very clean..."

"Don't make trouble." Apollo didn't know how many times he revisited this phrase today, "How could the blood dripping from your body be unclean? Does it still hurt?" He remembered that when he forced his way in just now, Diana was there He cried out in pain.

She hugged his arm and sobbed a few times: "It hurts." Since he found out that she was bleeding, everything he did for her made her feel sour and painful.

Apollo's face changed slightly.

She muttered to herself: "My heart hurts..."

"Don't make trouble."

"Apollo."

"Ok?"

"Did I tell you..." She hugged Apollo's strong waist, and said sullenly in his arms, "One day, I will be spoiled by you so much that I don't work hard. Lost... um..."

Apollo deepened the kiss.

It wasn't until Diana leaned softly in his arms and panted slightly, unable to remember what she had to say earlier, that she brushed her long hair together, and whispered: "It's already midnight, why not?" Get some sleep first."

"What about you?" she asked dazedly.

Apollo conveniently opened the parchment scroll that recorded "a little friend that human women will visit every month": "I will sleep with you."

Diana fell into a drowsy sleep for a while, then was startled suddenly.

The god of light is on...

She even forgot the most important thing!

"The dress I wore today...is it still there?" She asked anxiously.

Apollo was slightly stunned, and almost blurted out the sentence "Don't make trouble", but was suppressed by him again, and gave Diana a questioning look.

"Forget it..." she muttered to herself, "I'm sure I can't find it, give me the paper and pen, and I'll transcribe it for you again..." While she still remembered.To be coaxed and hugged by him tomorrow morning will definitely throw this matter to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Apollo couldn't help her, so he had to find a blank paper and pen again.

She rewrote some academic theories that she had written in Delphi before.

I was interrupted by Ramses last time, and I haven't had time to give these things to Apollo.I already remembered it when I saw Archytas this morning, but I forgot all about it after going to Delos for a while; tonight... She couldn’t help laughing wryly as she wrote, and unconsciously went to Apollo leaned against him and warned, "Don't peek."

"Yeah." Apollo closed his eyes obediently.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Apollo felt his arms loosen, and a piece of folded parchment was stuffed in his hand.When she opened her eyes, Diana was curled up on the bed again and fell asleep.It seemed that it was because she was really uncomfortable, she curled up like an unborn fetus.

He lay down beside her lightly, pressed his hands on her lower abdomen, and rubbed her gently.

She gave a faint "huh", and her stiff body gradually relaxed.

Apollo simply hugged her in his arms, his slender and powerful hands cruising over her lower abdomen, revealing the temperature like sunshine.

Diana gradually relaxed in his arms, her slightly frowned brows gradually eased, her breathing was shallow, and she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Apollo let go of her lightly, covered her with the quilt, and went to find the red battle suit he had thrown in a corner of the bathroom.

There is a small tied cloth bag in the clothes.I don't know what material it is made of, but it is impervious to water.

Inside the cloth bag was an old, neatly rolled sheepskin roll.

The parchment scroll is full of elegant handwriting.

He only glanced at it briefly, and his body felt a little hot.

Or... it would be better to send it to Millikin.

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Miletus.

Twilight.

The all-night party is still not over, and the room is full of mysterious positive pentagrams.A man with a big fluffy beard pointed to the parchment scroll on the wall, and taught the new members: "Did you see this pentagram? Every side of it satisfies the absolute golden ratio! Don't believe it!" Yes, you can draw a golden rectangle, and then...A...Polo...Your Highness?"

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was delusional.

"It's been a long time, Isidore." Apollo leaned against the door, and twisted the handle full of pentagrams, "Who taught you to do this? Pythagoras? Hypsic Les? Theodonos? Or Thales who has already visited Hades?"

Isidore sneered: "Don't you think this is more...'formal'?"

Apollo chuckled and handed them a folded parchment.

"Your Highness has a new idea?" Isidore's eyes lit up, "I knew that you would come to Miletus when I saw that child of Architas last time. You don't know, the Academy of Athens has been in the limelight recently. Sheng...how many good boys have gone to the Academy of Athens and the reputation of Plato..."

"Isidore." Apollo interrupted him, "In a sense, I agree with Athena."

Isidore was stunned.

Apollo walked up to him and slowly drew many strange symbols on the parchment.

"This is a world... that can be expressed mathematically..."

"But the School of Athens insists that 'ideas are the source of all things'!" Isidore was dissatisfied.

Apollo looked up at him, and drew a dot heavily on the paper: "This is the only difference between me and Athena."

Apollo was obsessed with mathematics, but Athena was more inclined to philosophy.

The Pythagorean school is the originator of the mathematical world, and the Athens school is the king of the philosophical world.

Philosophy and mathematics, but a thin line of difference.

"If you figure it out, let me know." Apollo drew the last arc on the parchment, and gradually disappeared into the air, "Also, even if the pentagram satisfies the golden ratio, don't mess it up." It's so mysterious, it scares the kids..."

Isidore said yes.

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It took Apollo only half a quarter of an hour from leaving to returning.

It was gradually getting brighter, and Helios drove the golden carriage and rushed up the rugged sky track.

He lay down beside Diana, pulled her into his arms again, took out the roll of parchment that Isidore had just handed him from under the robe, and slowly flipped through it.

The scroll is newly written, exuding a little ink fragrance.

On the first page there are several large characters: Στοιχεα ("Elements of Geometry").

Author: Euclid.

"Well……"

Diana rolled over in his arms, opened her eyes dimly, and what caught her eyes was a few criss-crossing straight curves, looking at the headache in a twist and turn.

"The five axioms of geometry..."

She muttered and fell back asleep in Apollo's arms.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear Apollo repeating a name.

"Euclidean..."