In the palace of Olympus. 

“Hey, sister.”

“What is it? Did Ares and Hercules cause trouble again?”

Hermes chuckled as he saw Athena lift her irritated face from her pile of documents. Irritation was definitely her trademark—that was why she got into fights with Hera and Poseidon at the drop of a hat. ‘I don’t know how she was composed in front of our younger uncles.’ But Hermes knew he’d be beaten to death if he said it out loud, so he didn’t mention it. ‘Anyhow… Our youngest uncles. It’ll feel awkward and familiar at the same time.’

Hermes immediately addressed the reason why he’d spoken up. “Something similar to that.”

“Something similar?”

“The two of them just left for Earth.”

“What? Why?” Athena’s eyes turned sharp. To Olympus, Earth was a symbol of love and hate. It was where Kronos and Rhea were living, and it was the motherland of Deus Ex Machina, who ruled over the laws of the universe. 

“It’s not just those two. The Arthia guys are gathering there these days. Not too long ago, Agares and Fenrir crossed over too.”

“…Are they going to fight a war or something?”

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