147 – Opening of the Banquet
Just in time for the sky to burn up in a beautiful crimson color, the fire from the furnace that Hestia had consecrated rose to light up all around, and the fragrant aroma of wine and cries of celebration began to pour in from far away.
The kings and princes who were honorably invited to Chiron’s sanctuary forgot their authority and carefully hid themselves in the shade of the forest.
“No, why are you guys hiding like this?”
“Shh, be quiet. Aren’t we the protagonists of today?”
“And can’t you see the people coming over there?”
This is because the god who brought today’s main character loves all those who share a drink with him, regardless of social status, but those who sit in the leading role are only those who far surpass the power of the human world.
-Kung! Kung! Kung!
The first ones to appear were the one-eyed giants that shook the earth.
The teacher of Hephaestus, the first blacksmith, and the great master who forged the arms of the three great gods, the Cyclops and their blacksmiths.
“No no! You say you have to give him a spear!?”
Thunderbolt Brontes who quenched Zeus’ thunderbolt with the thunderbolt of heaven and the cry of thunder, the first wave of the deepest Styx.
“Spear is tired! Look at that form of fighting 50 people with a sword alone!”
The lightning field Steropath forged Poseidon’s trident with the tidal wave of the deep sea, the roar of the earth, and the coldest ice water of Cocytus.
“Shut up and measure him first. Because preparations for basting are already over!”
Arges, the thunderbolt who forged the helmet of Hades with the echoes of the Underworld, the shadow of Tartarus, and the most transparent essence of the Lethe River.
And the majesty of the Cyclops blacksmiths, seated one by one following the three heads, was so mighty that even kings and heroes couldn’t match it.
“It’s terrifying.”
“Do you understand why I said avoid it?”
In order not to harm the guests while drunk, the giant races themselves reduced their body size with their powers to a size slightly larger than that of normal humans.
Nevertheless, the power of the old giants was intact, and the spirit of the blacksmith gods was as if they were facing hot lava.
-Wheeyiing!
-hahahahaha!
– Knock Knock Knock!
While the kings were admiring the majesty of the Cyclops, the laughter of men and women could be heard through the wind caressing their hair.
Looking up at the top of the tree, beautiful women with huge wings instead of arms were dancing in the air, hugging each other’s lovers.
“The wind and its lovers have come to visit.”
“Ohhh… How mysterious…”
The four anemones who bring the wind, and their lovers, the storm goddess harpies, were happily playing in the air, cooling off the midsummer heat.
From the start, the human kings lost their souls in the sight of the great ancient artisans and wind gods dancing, and the gods, nymphs, and spirits gradually gathered one by one in search of their respective seats.
Could the heavenly Olympus be like this?
At the moment the kings were distracted by the scene where the power of the human world seemed insignificant, a loud voice burst into laughter from afar.
“Ha ha ha! Great, I brought them all!”
“Okay, let’s throw one at a suitable place over there and get ready.”
A tall young man who would not bow down even when compared to the giant Cyclops, and a pure white man who was delicate and beautiful enough to look like a beggar woman.
As the son of the great heroes Heracles and Apollo, who no one could fear, he was Asclepius, who was famous for being a rare god.
The kings who had known each other in the past were glad to get up from their seats and were about to greet them, but soon, seeing the huge load Hercules was carrying on his shoulders, they quietly turned their heads.
“uuu…”
“What, what is this…”
As if carrying a pile of grain, about 500 people were stacked on Hercules’ shoulders and swaying.
It was a while to be surprised at the wonderful sense of balance and tremendous strength that did not drop such a human pile.
-Uhahahahaha!
“Good work! Hercules!”
“Wheeiik!”
The gods and spirits clapped joyfully at the acrobatics of throwing friends on their shoulders one by one, like a farmer sowing seeds.
“…It’s amazing every time I see it.”
What is so great?
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Hercules, who throws a hundred heroes a day like throwing seeds like throwing a ball?
Or the gods and goddesses who giggled because they were excited to see it?
There was not a human with a swollen liver who could raise this question out of his mouth.
Anyway, while the guests were filling their seats one by one, quenching their thirst with the aperitif and fruits brought by Cariclo and the nymphs, a corner of the forest opened and a group of women appeared.
All of them were beautiful people who aroused admiration, but the red-haired woman who proudly stood in front of her was so enchanting that it made her forget the noise of the banquet.
A worker in today’s Great War of Heroes, an army of women who were defeated like the most confident warriors.
The great female warriors, the gods and goddesses, said, “It was the appearance of Atalanta and her warriors, called Fighting.
In an instant, the banquet hall’s attention was drawn to herself, and Atalanta, who confidently received the gaze from the front, stretched her fist toward the sky with a confident smile.
-Kwauung!
At the same time, a red aura embroidered the sky.
The great minstrel Orpheus sang, and all cheered at Atalanta’s inaction, which embroidered a battle named the dance of night and red stars.
-Atalante! Atalante! Atalante!
“Ohhh! Aura! Aura! I never thought I would see this in my lifetime!”
“I wasn’t wrong! A hero who ascended the throne of Perseus and Bellerophon was born from the body of a woman!”
“He is a spear.”
“What are you talking about, a sword suits you when you use your fist.”
“Iron gloves…I got some adadium…”
If immortals and mortals were to pay tribute to their beauty and inaction, Atalanta took her seat, leading her group, resolutely accepting this.
And then, a group of men appeared in twos and threes from the other side of the forest.
Unlike Atalante, who was daring like a gathering of women or proud warriors or victorious mercenaries, they laughed and chatted with each other and stood shoulder to shoulder, looking like an ordinary group of young men.
“Theseus… Should I say Jason and his friends?”
Theseus and his army, the starting point of the Great War of Heroes.
However, the fifty warriors stood up to the end and faced the fierce and mighty black storm.
Although all were defeated by the opponent’s overwhelming inaction, nonetheless, the great leader and his friends, who had to be recognized by everyone, sat down with a delightful hospitality.
“Come to think of it, Theseus is nowhere to be seen.”
“Tsk, honestly, it’s embarrassing. Even though he was leading an army, he couldn’t come to his senses until the very end.”
“Rather, I saw Jason of Iolkos again. Honestly, even if it were me, I would just collapse if I suffered from such violence three times in a row.”
It’s not as good as Atalanta, who broke through Gaia’s wrath head on.
Jason, who stood proudly and withstood defeat and death right in front of him, and the desperate charge of the warriors who rose up at his screams fascinated many.
“Boreas, Boreas. Do you know what I just heard?”
“Different, different. What did my oriole hear so much excitement?”
“They, Jason and his merry friends. They say they decided to learn the sword from the black storm that defeated them!”
“Zephyros, is it really true?”
“Flora. All men have no hesitation in being taught by a strong warrior. Rather, I want to praise them for repenting of their weaknesses and longing for learning.”
The wind gods and their lovers, who are faster than anyone else, welcomed them with a cool breeze, expecting what kind of future they would walk.
With the appearance of the last protagonist, Hestia’s chat channels were filled, and a certain king expressed a question.
“By the way, where are the gods?”
“Gods? Ah! Are you talking about the 12 greatest gods?”
A distinguished guest among the noblest distinguished guests of this place.
The 12 greatest gods that anyone would want to talk to at least once are not visible.
“Tsk tsk tsk, is this your first time at a place like this?”
“Oh?! Yes old! Brontes! Unfortunately, I came to the banquet of the gods for the first time today.”
Hearing this, the gigantic Cyclops came close to him and snapped his fingers with his laugh.
“My cousins are already at their seats.”
“Yes?”
Dionysus’ banquet where the boundaries between men and women of all ages disappear.
However, Dionysus, worried that mortals would cringe at the sight of the great gods, made a request to the gods who came to his banquet.
He asked to refrain from worshiping during his banquet so that his followers and those who enjoyed the festival would not feel burdened.
“So, have fun today, but be careful. If you’re careful, you might wake up to a deer or a rooster tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, yes! Thank you!”
After patting the king’s shoulder as he bowed down at the advice of the giant, Brontes returned to his seat with the wine jar.
“Oh. Ohhh! The kidney touched me!”
“I’m envious, but I thought I might as well ask for a handshake.”
The fact that the great old god personally cared for and petted him caused a commotion with everyone envying the king.
“Sniff sniff, but what kind of scent is this?”
“Did Cariclo uncork the wine?”
As everyone was sniffing at the fragrant smell that made you feel better just by smelling it, the sound of cheerful music followed and hundreds of footsteps began to shake the ground.
-Rumble!
– Knock Knock Knock!
-Diri-ring~ Diri-ring!
-Kihya!
The advance of excitement that delights the ears and nose.
What does this mean?
There was no one who did not know this among those gathered here.
While everyone was standing up to greet the deity of this place, a roar rang out from beyond the forest.
-Crazy!
“Keuhheung!”
With a roar that shook the earth, a huge golden carriage led by a leopard bounced over the forest.
“Oh! It’s Dionysus’ chariot!”
“Mmm! The scent of this wine. What a real country!”
“By the way, that’s a bit strange… How about it?”
Like Apollo’s flying chariot, the vine-covered chariot flew through the sky with the subtle scent of wine, but unfortunately, the leopards leading it didn’t seem to have the talent to run through the sky like the horses of brilliance.
“Huh? Uh huh?”
“That thing is falling this way now…?”
Wagons of grape vines fall into the furnace in a gentle curve, contrary to how they rose up nicely.
The messy sight was enough to make everyone in the banquet stunned.
“Oooooh! Everyone’s hair is Zoshiiyi!!”
A drunken voice screamed, and soon a huge meteor with the scent of wine broke into the banquet hall.
-Kudangtang! Thump thump! Clumsy!
“Whoa!”
“My God Zeus!”
“Oops! Dionysus again!”
Gods and spirits soar into the sky, while kings and heroes hurriedly fling their bodies.
The leopards, who were already drunk, ran through the whole banquet hall, and the Cyclops closed their only eyes and lamented.
“Oops! Sorry! Avoid! Whoa! Let’s calm down!”
A handsome man with golden, curly hair and a beautiful flushed face almost clinging to the reins of drunken leopards.
A male god of beauty comparable to Aphrodite, who hides goat horns in her hair.
The ecstatic shepherd who drives drunkenness, the artisan who brews the most fragrant wine.
It was the appearance of Dionysus, the raucous main god.