Chapter 273: Aphrodite's Tongue Work *

"It seems Zeus has forbidden all of us from intervening in the war any further," Aphrodite revealed, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and mild frustration.

The news wasn't surprising, though it was irritating. It appeared the gods had convened right after Heracles' death—a loss that must have sent tremors through Olympus. As expected, Hera, with her ceaseless disdain for me, seized the opportunity to demand my execution. This time, she hadn't cloaked her intentions in flowery language or subtle manipulations; she had outright asked Zeus to kill me.

That goddess... I swear she will pay for her insolence.

No mercy will be shown. Not this time.

I've learned my lesson well from past mistakes. Khione had faced punishment for daring to cast me aside, for even considering the idea of ridding herself of me. The repercussions for her treachery were swift and merciless. So imagine what I will do to Hera, the goddess who has plotted my death at every turn.