34 – Brood of Protogenoi
Hermes saw.
The golden thunderbolt, which resembles the divine power of his father Zeus, falls on Hercules’ fist.
The justification that Zeus made while rotting Hera’s insides and having an affair.
It was the moment when the words of making human heroes to prepare for Gigantomachia came true.
Until now, countless heroes of the lineage of Zeus shook all of Greece, but neither before Hercules, nor after Hercules, did they awaken the blood of a god in a half-human, half-god body.
His idea of… Was shattered in just one second.
The golden hammer of lightning, which was terrifying even to Hermes, was manifested in Dianes’ arms, which resembled the deep night sky.
However, what is even more surprising is that, unlike Hercules, who simply expressed energy in his fists, Dianes possessed divine powers.
It was so skillfully managed.
The young divine power in both arms turned into a black hole that swallowed everything in an instant, and then absorbed all of that huge golden divine power.
Of course, the aftermath was not small, and the black-haired hero also collapsed, bleeding all over his body.
From Hermes’ point of view, it was a major event in which two great heroes who even manifested divine powers appeared in one generation.
I was about to fly to inform my father Zeus as soon as possible.
“Hermes”
“!? Hey, Her Majesty the Queen!?”
Queen Hera always leads the land goddesses and queens in the highest temple of Olympus. She is
She is the only one who sits side by side with the throne of Zeus, and she is also the godmother who breastfeed and raised Hermes.
Then she looked down on him from above her cloud and beckoned him to come slowly.
Even if it was Hermes who invaded all of Greece with his carelessness, he just quietly followed his gestures.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Hera! To meet you so suddenly. I must have been rewarded for running hard for the gods. How fortunate to meet Her Majesty the most elegant and beautiful Queen in the world like this!”
Hera also smiled brightly at the pleasant greeting of Hermes who landed on Hera’s cloud and bent her back, and Hera also patted her hand lightly.
“Your greetings are always pleasing to the ear. Hermes”
“Even if it is a rolling rock on that mountain, if you see Hera, you will become a bard.
I can’t cut it without admiring your graceful figure!”
In my head, there are 1475 possible answers to the question ‘Why is Her Majesty here?
While furiously calculating what kind of wave of letters the result of that forecast would cause.
On the outside, it was Hermes who smiled brightly at her and praised her smoothly, as if he was overjoyed to meet her queen of the gods.
And looking at the messenger of the gods, the pretty joker, the queen opened her mouth.
“Where are you in such a hurry?”
“Yes?”
“…..”
Should I waste more jade notes?
A silent smile that asked Hermes weighed heavily on Hermes’ shoulders.
“Uh, that… that’s it, Heranim…”
“…..”
“That’s it… Chiron! I have some money to pay Chiron…”
“…..”
It’s a big deal.
The reason why Hermes worked hard while breaking out in a cold sweat?
Not only because it involved Hercules, who is now the hottest potato on Olympus, but perhaps because Chiron and his best and worst predictions have become reality.
Oh my God.
The Protogenoi pure-bloods reappear on this land again.
They were born at the beginning of the world and will exist even after the end of the world. They were absolute beings that even the mighty Zeus could not go against.
And isn’t Typhon, the mighty storm giant that once destroyed even Olympus, the representative child created by such a protogenoi?
The mighty giant, born through the bond between Gaia of the earth and Tartarus of Hell, was ordered by his mother to
I got up from the abyss to judge Olympus.
When he raised his head, the stars in the sky were crushed and pounded the earth, and he opened his arms to hold the sea and the earth, and tidal waves and earthquakes turned the whole world upside down.
When even his vaunted Talaria was torn apart from the storm he surrounded, eyes burning hotter than the sun glared at Olympus.
The twelve great gods all intuited destruction, and even the mighty Zeus was defeated by him and suffered the humiliation of having his sinews cut off.
However, after regaining strength through the ingenuity of Hermes and his son Pan, and endowed with mortal destiny by the goddess of fate, Typhon was eventually impaled by Zeus’ thunderbolt and sealed under Hephaestus’ volcano.
If you look up to this point, everything went well in the end.
In Hermes’ mind, the memory of that day was still good.
When he tricked him into reviving his father Zeus on Mount Arima.
Typhon’s eyes glared at him.
The blazing eyes, which seemed to have been created by all the destruction and anger in the world, left huge scars inside Hermes that could not be erased even with nectar.
When the messenger of the gods closed his eyes for a moment to rest, his eyes always came to him.
The giant’s roar full of rage, two burning eyes glaring at him.
However, Hermes in the dream had no winged sandals, Talaria, and no father, Zeus, to protect him.
As he crouches on the hillside, screaming like a helpless child, a furious colossus laughs at him.
The dream ended by crushing him to death like an insect.
Unable to overcome the pain, he went to Hypnos, the god of dreams, begged, and went to Apollo to fall asleep.
He tried asking to play.
It’s all just for a moment, the memory of that day dug into the dream before I knew it, grabbed Hermes and wouldn’t let go.
“Hera”
“Yes”
“Have you seen Hera…?”
I don’t know why the Queen of the Gods visited the school of these young heroes.
Surely, Hera also saw the divine power of a child named Dianes.
“This is… You must tell your father about this”
If that dark-haired hero realizes his own blood, gains his godhood, and rises to the ranks of a god.
Perhaps the world will face a second Typhon.
“The oracle that my father Zeus obtained was correct. The great hero of Gigantomachia was born, and Gigas will eventually appear. But if that child stands on the side of Gigas and Titan…!”
Like a frightened child, Hermes knelt before the queen and clutched his head.
Typhon’s nightmare resurfaced, weighing on the jolly gods’ jester.
“Hermes”
Feeling unimportant, Hera reached out to him, but Hermes, crouched on the ground, was morbidly trembling.
“Still, those eyes are staring at me. The giant arm holds the title, and the earth-shattering feet trample on my legs.
Hermes’ condition was more serious than I thought.
Perhaps seeing the pure-bloods of the Protogenoi again brought back memories of Typhon.
Feeling serious about this, Hera stiffened her face and forcibly grabbed Hermes by the shoulders, raised him up, and met his eyes.
“Hermes!”
“…Huh!?”
Hermes, who was trying to sink into his memory, was pulled back into reality by his warm and powerful spirit.
Broken in cold sweat, Hermes breathed heavily and looked at his godmother.
“Heh, Hera-sama… I-I am…”
“It’s our fault. I’m sorry.”
Hera unwrapped the shawl around his shoulders with her own hands and slowly wiped Hermes’ forehead, which was covered with sweat, and spoke in a quiet voice.
“Because you are always cheerful and lively, I didn’t know that you had such a big scar, let alone others. Of course, as your godmother, I had to take care of your scars from fighting the mighty Typhon to the end.”
As the queen’s hand wiped his brow, the vision of Typhon slowly faded before his eyes.
Every time a quiet tone brushed his ears, the giant’s scream that had been piercing his brain quietly died down.
When the goddess of beautiful eyes met her eyes again with Hermes, grinning at his sweaty shoulder shawl.
Typhon’s nightmare that gripped Hermes was gone.
“Are you calming down now?”
“Ah…Sorry, sorry… For such ugliness…”
Looking at Hermes lowering his head in a crawling voice, perhaps it was embarrassing, Hera laughed and comforted him as if trying to evoke the atmosphere.
“Knock Knock Knock! Stop it, you doubt that you are that clever child who stole my milk pretending to be Ares.”
“Keep it off…Heranim…”
I didn’t know because Zeus always had an edge in his wind, but Hera laughed so easily, and she was a goddess who enjoyed meeting others.
She smiled happily for the first time in a while, and Hera was more benevolent than usual when she met his adopted son.
“I don’t know what you’re worried about. But leave Dianes’ business to me, and don’t tell Zeus.”
“Yes?! Ha, but no matter how much Hera cares for that child…”
“Shh, isn’t it like that? Calm down”
It’s not that she didn’t have that kind of heart, but Hera wanted to keep quiet about Dianes’ identity to Zeus.
“…You are not the only one who suffered an incurable wound from Typhon”