90 – A Prelude to Playing for the Queen.
Not another god, but the Twelve Gods of Olympus.
Jason and Orpheus were horrified at the fact that they had run into Artemis, who was feared and loved by countless female hunters and men, and Asclepius promised that he would take care of the funeral himself. Actaeon frothed, and Hercules admired how pretty he was.
No, I confidently asked myself if I had done all my duty to become a human being, even though it was a god and a nabal, and I sent it by saving the things that were meant to puncture my head.
What came back was the distancing of the bastards who wanted to stay away for a while because they didn’t want to be hit by arrows together.
Actaion, a follower of Artemis, had already passed out with his eyes closed.
In the meantime, Hercules rushed to tell me about the beauty of the goddess in detail.
In the end, an uproar ensued as Asclepius pointed blood with his saliva, telling them not to run rampant like wild boars in heat.
Anyway, my life was roughly like this.
Rehearsing at dawn, life in the middle of the day, and the time of night to end the day.
If you come back to your room and take a breath after finishing your mythical daily life with the famous heroes who will become famous.
Out of the wide open window, the bright full moon lit up the forest.
“…Where shall we go today?”
I put gold in the gold crown I ordered while nagging Hestosias, carried it on my back, and quietly looked up at the night sky with the obsidian flute I always carried around like a talisman.
This is the full text of the poem containing the last advice the ghost left for me.
“Everything full moon, Yeongchan, Honghyang, Yeongok, Jojo, Unstoppable…”
The moon must be full for its light to shine.
You can spread the fragrance only when the spirit is full.
When a song that was once connected spreads out like a branch.
The curtain on the stage never goes down.
Never pick up gold until it’s ripe.
It was a poem meaning that once the time comes to grab gold and bounce it, never be lazy to grow gold until you die.
Even though it seems like this, I am a person who lives in awe as a human being and an artist, apart from the manners of the four monks, and I also know what kind of twists and turns the twelve songs he taught me.
Even if it wasn’t for the advice of Hermes and Hera, I was diligently following his orders and growing gold every day.
So, on nights when the moon was clear, I took my two friends to the forest and the beach and left the house, and when it rained or it was too late, I sat alone on the veranda playing the gold and playing the flute.
Complaint about noise between floors?
If complaints come in while playing, let’s look back to see if your skills are lacking.
I was practicing from 1 song to 12 songs every day in order to get my hands on gold again, but no one expressed any complaints.
Rather, on days when I didn’t play, or when I went out to play, I received complaints about why I didn’t play.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t just collect gold every day for those little heroes because my vvip, who likes gold, visits me every day.
-Fadadak!
“Are you here?”
When I smile and turn my head at the dainty beating of wings tickling my ear.
A pair of small waterfowl landed on my shoulders, chattering with fatigue.
– Whisper.
– Whisper.
“Under the oak tree where you always practiced? I get it. Go soon.”
Originally, I heard that seaweed, which interprets the words of birds, is the Taoist Taoism or the Taoism of Taoists.
However, as I naturally awakened my divine power and was stimulated by the three gods, I was hearing not only the birds but also the whispers of all things if I wanted to hear them.
“If the non-partisan Seon Mu-dang knew about it, he would be the flagship.”
As I was feeding alone, the two waterfowl tilted their heads as if wondering, and flew away with a whimper.
“…Were those two originally human too?”
A pair of waterfowl chattering in an archaic tone for a bird.
Maybe there’s something special about the messenger birds commanded by the goddess.
“Then why does it leak?”
A water bird that lives in the water is a bird commanded by a celestial goddess. I’m a little puzzled, but it’s not a big problem.
I threw away my doubts and quietly flew off the veranda.
Now, with the help of deeper betting and divine power, Mangryang Biikbo, which has almost become a habit of my feet (?), Has reached the point where it literally walks through the forest like a shadow.
If you count about 30 seconds inwardly and move your steps,
Not Artemis’ poisonous crescent moon.
In the middle of a clearing in the forest where the bright full moon of Selene illuminated the forest, a beautiful lady who was waiting for me was beckoning to me.
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“Meet the Queen of the Gods.”
“Welcome. I’m glad you’re so willing to come.”
A noble lady with long brown hair covered with a silver veil elegantly hanging down in a night dress lightly like the night sky at sunset.
All the gods are young and beautiful, but that nobility and elegance were probably her charms that no other goddess could surpass.
Queen Hera.
It was the true identity of the vvip that I played every night as an exclusive musician to relax my hands.
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As the owner of the place where the guests were invited, Hera asked me to treat them to food and drink of the gods, and then chat briefly.
“By the way, you seem to be in a good mood these days?”
“Hmm? I?”
To be honest, when I first saw Hera, her life creeping up from beneath her beauty and elegance was quite dazzling.
To the extent that it reminds me of Bihwawonju and Hongryeondaeju, who played a love affair over me in the past.
And if you put together the small stories that were shared afterwards, as you roughly expected, it was because of Zeus’ wind.
My conclusion was that Hera never had a miasma.
‘Honestly, Ares isn’t a very friendly filial son. Hephaestus says he doesn’t like Olympus at all.’
Although her daughters and Iris assisted her well, Zeus, who was cheating on her every day, and the praise of Hercules that came out of his mouth were eating away at her heart.
But lately, when he invited me to listen to his performances and chat with me, that deepening and vehemence faded very much, and his venomous looks were slowly fading away.
“Oh, you mean that? That’s the point Seeing hot blood sweating during the day these days. Even this old goddess was pleased.”
-…?!
Her hand, which was busily adjusting the gold, stopped for a moment at the sweet voice of the laughing goddess.
What the hell are you looking at?
“…They beat me very coolly. She hated seeing him, the guy she didn’t want her name on her lips, and thanks to her, she felt a little relieved of her tantrum.”
“Ah…! That, you mean the training you had during the day?”
If the Goddess Hera didn’t even want to mention her name, she was the only one in this forest.
His name also means Hercules, which means the glory of Hera.
From her point of view, Hera named her illegitimate son, whom her husband had had an affair with her son, her great-granddaughter, Honey! That’s what it’s called.
Today, for martial arts training, the fact that I hit it with practical warfare appeased the wrath of the goddess.
‘Whew…’
I’m surprised.
I wonder if this goddess is referring to her time with Atalanta? I was cold inside.
“The more I look at it, the more I am impressed with your martial arts and fighting spirit. To be honest, I too had no choice but to acknowledge the illegitimate child’s strength and inaction, so I promised only the future. Even a wild boar like that can’t get enough of you, so my heart is so comfortable.”
“Looking at this, I am younger than your gods, but I must have gone through more battles and battles than the barley in the bread that those children ate.
You have to be pushed by a strong child to not stand up.”
Even if I say this, Jason’s generosity and Hercules’ strength and invincibility made me nervous several times.
In terms of time, it was the mythical era when the Three Emperors and the Eight Jinseons of the ancient Central Plains fought against the demons while walking on the ground.
The heroes who were born in an era of spirituality and divine power that were thicker and stronger than the two eras I passed through were different from the seed.
‘It was a moment when I realized how difficult and powerful the gods and magicians of the Shinhwa era were for no reason.’
In Moorim, all martial artists want to get rid of their heads.
It was a daily life that a great war would break out if a new power or miracle appeared due to that much power.
Even if he obtained this, it was common for him to become a monster and be subjugated as a monster by being devoured by the power of the divine magic.
Every time I saw this, I used to think what kind of monster the creator of these monsters was.
The conclusion I came to after observing the talent and potential of these budding heroes is that if it is a weapon that can handle the power of these monsters or a martial art that can contain the power, it is impossible unless there is a miracle or new work of such power.
‘Still, they’re pretty muscular and muscular, so I’m going to teach them martial arts to train their mind and body, so I’m trying to learn Taoin gymnastics, and I’m in the middle of interrogation and blood…’
The problem is that the questioning and bleeding is that the horse stimulates the blood of the opponent and induces the swordsman.
‘I don’t need to scrape it to make a boil.’
“Still, the young guys’ fists are quite spicy. It was a pretty fun time for me too.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
While saying that, I drank the nectar she poured out for me. At that, Hera looked at me with her eyes sparkling.
“….”
I heard that one of Hera’s nicknames is bull’s eye.
Contrary to that rough feeling, the bull’s eye is so clear and transparent that it is beautiful.
But when the goddess with such beautiful eyes looked at me with mysterious eyes.
She naturally swallowed dry saliva in her heart, with a feeling of just in case.
“Hey, I…”
“Then, what about the goddess’ opponent? Doesn’t she seem to end up just having fun?”
“…Yes?”
With those words, Hera watched my reaction with an alluring smile.