The Greece Antagonist

The next day, Mount Pelion.

The wise Chiron, unable to put his mind at ease about his disciple, decided to set out for Athens at the earliest opportunity.

Before parting, Luo En moved his lips but ultimately chose to remain silent, not revealing to Chiron the matter of the future Medicine God heading to Cyprus.

Although Asclepius was just an illegitimate son whom Apollo didn't think highly of, he was still considered a relative within the Olympian System. Even if he accidentally offended those uncles and aunts, as long as they were wary of Apollo and Artemis's status, they would likely show some restraint, and probably wouldn't go too far.

After all, the example of Pan's death lay before them, and Apollo had just been exiled to the mortal world for a similar affair.

If another such incident were to occur, Zeus, for the sake of maintaining superficial justice, would also have to crack down hard on the one who caused trouble.

But if Chiron followed shortly after to Cyprus and got involved with his student in the troublesome affairs there, he might not be so lucky.

After all, who made this Centaur fellow the character no one likes?

Having been around the Olympus relatives too much might lead to Zeus recalling Chiron, this illegitimate brother, prematurely, transforming him into a constellation, reclaiming his divinity, to adorn his own heavenly authority.

So, after much thought, Luo En decided it was wiser to let the old fellow go to the Academy of Athens to teach his lessons properly.

However, with the absence of this ever-helpful sage as a subject of interview, Mount Pelion lost its significance to remain.

After sending off Chiron from his sight, Luo En shook his head and transformed from an aged blind man back into a handsome young form, turning to walk into the valley.

Past the dense woods of the outer area, a cheerful song carried by the wind reached Luo En's ears.

"Come, let us start with the Muse. They sing together in chorus, narrating events with their voices to delight the great mind of Zeus, father of Olympus. Sweet is the song that flows from their lips, a sound endlessly pleasurable; their pure voice carries, pleasing the hall of their father, Heavenly God Zeus, the snowy peaks of Mount Olympus, the halls of the immortals are filled with echoes. They start their immortal song from the beginning, first praising the race of respectable deities—the ones born from the union of Earth and wide Heaven, givers of all useful things. At the beginning and the end of their songs, they praise Zeus, father of gods and men, as the most intelligent among the deities, the most powerful and strong. Furthermore, they also sing of mortals and Giants, pleasing the heart of Zeus in Olympus— they are the Muses of Olympus, outstanding daughters of Zeus, bearer of the Divine Shield..."

Within the open valley, the nine manifested literary Goddesses surrounded the gurgling stream, standing or sitting, opening their scrolls to review, humming impromptu the preludes they had composed.

It was both the opening of a book and a hymn written for the Muses themselves.

"They tread lightly in dance, by the azure springs or around the altar of Wine and Merriment. After bathing their delicate bodies in the Parnassus River, Hippocrene Spring, or Oute Erpe, they perform beautiful and lovely dances atop Mount Helicon, energy flowing in their steps. They leave here at night, wrapped in thick fog, humming melodious songs of praises for the gods..."

As the lyrical sentences turned into musical notes, flowing from their lips, various scenes from the past three years emerged in the minds of the Muses.

Within them were poems and wine, music and songs, performances and audiences, each frame an unfading silhouette treasured in memory.

Caught in waves of reverie, the tune from the Muses' mouths gradually went off-key, and one by one, they blushed.

—As if, what they were reading was not a literary masterpiece crafted with exquisite words, but a love poem dedicated to the Muses themselves.

—Or perhaps, it was both, a fusion of meticulousness and romance.

"Clap clap~"

Clear applause came from within the woods, as the handsome [audience] leaned against a tree trunk, smiling and offering his usual [listening] and [praise] to the Muses' performance.

"God of Wine, sir!"

At the moment they saw Luo En, the nine Muses cheered in unison, excitedly gathering around him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Waving their manuscripts in hand, they chattered with inquiries.

"This line, [praising Zeus—the bearer of the Divine Shield], should we add an adjective, [the Almighty Zeus]? It would correspond well with the next line [praising the venerable Hera—the Goddess with golden sandals from Argus], right?"

"Isn't that too complicated?"

"I think it's just right."

Calliope, skilled in epic heroism, Clio, who values precise history, and Euterpe, focused on lyric poetry, had differing opinions.

"Here, should we add a rest?"

"I think an aria is more appropriate!"

"No, the overall rhythm should lean towards joyfulness!"

Euterpe, adept in solos and love poetry, Melpomene, responsible for tragedy and elegy, and Thalia, in charge of comedy and pastoral, were unbending.

"This this this, [praising Zeus, bearer of the Divine Shield, father to the bright-eyed Athena, as well as Phoebus Apollo, Artemis who delights in archery, Poseidon the bearer and shaker of the earth, venerable Themis, seductive Aphrodite...], how can we use simplified dance gestures to represent each deity's traits?"

"Why use dance? Can't we project the corresponding constellations onto the stage as well?"