"Don't worry. They won't be able to detect me."
Right in front of Hestia, Bolos changed his appearance, becoming an unremarkable-looking Divine Being.
Only then did she notice the belt around his waist, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "The Belt of Deception—how did it end up in your hands?"
Bolos replied, "It was a gift from Hera back then, meant to help me hide my appearance from Zeus. I just never used it at the time."
Currently, his mastery of the Grand Transformation Art, one of the Ten Arts of Fate, was still shallow. The transformations he could perform might not deceive certain Divine Beings, so it was safer to use the Belt of Deception.
After all, this Divine Artifact had been personally crafted by the Lady of the Night, Nyx, for her daughter, the Goddess of Deception, Apate.
It could fool not only Zeus, but even fate itself—if only for a while.
"Let's go have a look together," Hestia said.
She led Bolos to the radiant golden sea.
Around them, many Divine Beings had already gathered.
Among them were the Lord of the Ocean Oceanus and his wife, the King of the Seas Poseidon and his wife, many Oceanid nymphs, and even descendants of ancient sea gods like Pontus, including terrifying sea creatures.
"Hestia?"
The King of the Seas, Poseidon, looked genuinely surprised when he saw her.
He hadn't expected his elder sister—who rarely involved herself in worldly matters—to appear.
Hestia nodded slightly toward Poseidon. She noticed a strange expression on his face but didn't pay it much attention.
After all, among the three brothers, aside from Zeus, the other two had grown up under her care and were still somewhat afraid of her.
"That must be Poseidon's wife, the Queen of the Seas Amphitrite, right?" Bolos observed.
Beside Poseidon stood a coldly beautiful and dignified goddess, whose aura was somewhat reminiscent of Queen of the Gods Hera.
She lacked Hera's nobility and pride, but the authority in her gaze surpassed even Hera's.
"What are you thinking? Poseidon and his wife are not to be trifled with," Hestia warned, thinking of this "nephew" who, like his father Zeus, had a roving eye.
At present, Poseidon's strength was no less than Hestia's.
Amphitrite, as the second daughter of Oceanus, was powerful in her own right and backed by thousands of siblings—definitely not someone to provoke lightly.
"Relax. I'm not like Zeus. I don't use force."
Bolos smiled gently as he looked toward the sea.
At that moment, a stunningly beautiful goddess stepped out from a massive seashell rising from the ocean and walked barefoot onto the shore.
Her beauty shone like daylight, with rosy cheeks like peach blossoms, flowing golden curls that shimmered, and eyes filled with the depths of the sea.
She was none other than the Goddess of Love and Beauty Aphrodite, who had once shared an intimate connection with Bolos and promised to aid him in seizing the position of King of the Gods.
She wore the very clothes Bolos had left for her.
Wherever Aphrodite walked, beautiful flowers bloomed.
Zeus's eldest daughters—the Horae—had been waiting nearby.
The three goddesses placed a glittering crown upon her head, dressed her in resplendent and elegant garments, and tied a golden belt around her waist, making her even more breathtaking.
Then, using a chariot pulled by doves, they escorted Aphrodite toward Mount Olympus.
"Such a beautiful goddess ascending Mount Olympus… Zeus and Hera are surely going to quarrel again," Hestia muttered.
Though Hestia was herself a beautiful goddess, even she was amazed by Aphrodite's appearance.
This goddess seemed the very embodiment of beauty itself.
"I hope she doesn't make the wrong choice."
Standing beside her, Bolos murmured softly, watching Aphrodite's retreating figure. He made no move to stop her.
"You know her?" Hestia asked curiously.
"She is Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty," Bolos replied. "Born when the severed genitals of Uranus, the first King of the Gods, fell into the sea and merged with the sea goddess Thalassa."
Bolos's expression grew a bit strange. "Decades ago, I spoke with her. She promised to help me overthrow Zeus."
"Now that she's been brought to Olympus by the Horae, we'll see whether she keeps her promise."
"You've really gone to great lengths to overthrow Zeus," Hestia remarked.
"The youngest daughter of Uranus was destined to become a powerful Divine Being. Inheriting part of Uranus's Authority, it's no wonder Zeus ordered the Horae to wait for her birth and take her straight to Olympus."
"Hestia, could you do me a favor?"
Bolos handed her a green leaf. "Go to Mount Olympus. If Aphrodite hasn't revealed my whereabouts to Zeus, give her this leaf."
"No matter what danger she encounters, as long as she swallows the leaf and recites the prayer I taught you, I can rescue her."
"And if she has betrayed you?"
At this, a cold smile appeared on Bolos's face. "Then she will no longer be worthy to be my emissary. She'll become a slave instead—forever repenting her betrayal."
"I don't mind any of my followers becoming one of the Divine Beings of Olympus. But betrayal—I will not tolerate."
Hestia looked deeply at Bolos, as though seeing a different side of him for the first time—majestic and merciless.
It was as if these words were not only for Aphrodite, but for her as well.
She didn't refuse Bolos's request and left immediately for Mount Olympus.
The elder sister of the King of the Gods was also curious—what choice would the daughter of Uranus make?
After she left, Bolos noticed that the King of the Seas and his wife were heading in different directions.
Poseidon seemed to be going to Olympus, while Amphitrite, looking visibly displeased, returned to the deep sea.
"How interesting… It looks like there's some discord between the King and Queen of the Seas."
Realizing this, Bolos grew intrigued. He decided to linger in the seas for a while to uncover the reasons behind their marital strife.
Perhaps, he thought, he might find a chance to exploit the situation.
It wasn't that Bolos had the heart of a scoundrel—it was just that Amphitrite's cold and dignified aura piqued his interest.
Divine Beings shouldn't spend all their time cultivating; they need some enjoyment in life too.
Bolos wasn't like Zeus, who preyed upon weak goddesses or mortal women. He preferred the challenge of conquering goddesses like Hera, Amphitrite, and Hestia.
As Bolos set his sights on studying the Queen of the Seas, another banquet had just begun atop Mount Olympus.
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