A player who mocked the gods had to be struck with divine punishment. Athena, who had eyes and ears all over Olympus, had heard that Poseidon had given this order to his subordinates, and it was obvious who the player in question was: Cha Yeon-woo.  

Athena had been following his exploits with great interest, and since Poseidon had commanded that he be punished, she’d looked for Hermes, filled with anger.

Hermes couldn’t help laughing when he saw his sister, annoying her. She raised an eyebrow and glared at him. “What’s so funny?’

“Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never seen you this flustered.”

Athena furrowed her eyebrows. She shut her mouth and didn’t say anything. Hermes found the entire thing hilarious. He’d met Yeon-woo a few times, but Athena had never contacted him other than the time that Yeon-woo had sacrificed Aegis. Still, she cherished Yeon-woo like her own child or her own Apostle. Since he knew why, he didn’t speak much about it, but it was still interesting to see the goddess of war who made demons tremble acting like this.

What kind of expressions would their siblings have? Or their father? Of course, he was still in a deep slumber, so he didn’t know what was going on outside. ‘Thanks to that, we can act.’ Hermes organized his...