Chapter 302: Nathan's goal

"Must be quite convenient… to have gods on your side," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Without waiting for a response, he spun on his heel and stormed off, his rage barely contained.

Nathan, however, remained utterly indifferent, as though Paris had never spoken at all. Whether he had truly acknowledged Paris's presence or simply deemed him irrelevant was a question left unanswered.

Priam released a weary sigh, his gaze following the figure of his son as Paris stormed away in silent fury.

"Forgive him for his behavior," the Trojan king murmured, shaking his head. "Paris has always been... headstrong."

Nathan merely nodded, his expression unreadable. In truth, he couldn't have cared less about Paris's tantrum. A year ago, perhaps, he might have retaliated with pettiness, just as he had with Jason and the others. But he had changed since then. He had learned, he had grown. Such trivial grievances no longer mattered to him.