Chapter 121: The Banquet Shura Field
The banquet hall of the Golden Palace in Asgard was brightly lit tonight, bustling with extraordinary activity.
It was to celebrate the return of the eldest princess, Hela, and also to welcome the arrival of the Olympian Gods.
Odin had specifically ordered this grand banquet to be held.
Fine wine flowed like waterfalls, the aroma of roasted meat permeated every corner, and musicians played cheerful tunes; the atmosphere was heated to the extreme.
However, at the center of this ocean of jubilation...
Our protagonist, Arthas, was experiencing the most difficult, yet happiest moment of his life.
He was seated at the head table.
To his left sat the recently returned eldest princess, Hela, her powerful aura fully unleashed.
Hela wore a dark green backless evening gown, elegantly holding a wine glass with a hint of playfulness and possessiveness in her eyes.
"Come, little brother."
"Your sister offers you a toast."
"If it weren't for you, your sister would still be eating dirt in that godforsaken place."
As she spoke, she brought the wine glass to Arthas's lips.
Leaning forward slightly, her deep cleavage was almost pressed against Arthas's face.
A cold, orchid-like fragrance rushed straight into Arthas's nostrils.
Just as Arthas reached out to take it, Hela's hand lightly dodged away.
"Oh my, my hand has no strength."
"Just drink it directly."
She actually wanted to feed him personally.
This scene made Hera's eyes across from them nearly pop out of her head.
Arthas could only bite the bullet and drink the wine from Hela's hand, while Hela's fingers lightly brushed across his lips.
That tingling sensation made his whole body tremble.
"Ahem!"
Several meaningful coughs came from his right side.
Diana, Sif, and Brunhilde were staring at him in perfect unison.
Diana was smiling, though the smile was a bit cold as she picked up a piece of roasted meat and stuffed it into Arthas's mouth.
"Husband, drinking on an empty stomach is bad for you."
"Eat more meat to nourish your body."
"Tonight... is going to be very long."
She whispered that last sentence into Arthas's ear, her tone full of implication and warning.
Sif was not to be outdone, handing over a piece of fruit.
"Yes, eat more."
"This is a Golden Apple, a specialty of Asgard."
"I heard it's very good for... that area."
Brunhilde silently poured him a cup of 'Valkyrie Special Brew,' a drink said to be strong enough to knock out a Dragon.
"Drink."
"There's more if it's not enough."
His three wives took turns, feeding Arthas like a stuffed duck.
While Arthas was busy dealing with the 'internal strife' at home...
The group of Olympian goddesses opposite him wouldn't let him rest either.
Hera held her wine glass, looking at Arthas with hazy eyes, occasionally licking her red lips or slightly adjusting her posture to reveal her thighs beneath her skirt.
That look was nothing short of blatant seduction.
Athena pretended to be reading a book, but she didn't even notice it was upside down, her eyes constantly darting toward Arthas.
Artemis was even more direct, peeling an apple with a small knife, yet the blade's glint always seemed to point vaguely toward Hela.
"Oh man, I can't live like this."
Arthas wailed in his heart.
He felt like a piece of fat meat dropped into a pack of wolves; every pair of eyes was calculating how to devour him, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
He could only keep smiling while silently praying for the banquet to end soon, or simply to get drunk and pass out.
Seated at the head, Frigga and Aphrodite—the two mothers—were huddled together, watching the scene with 'auntie' smiles.
"Oh, it's so good to be young."
Aphrodite covered her mouth and chuckled.
"It seems my son is quite popular."
Frigga also nodded with a smile.
"Indeed."
"But can this child's body take it?"
"I suppose I'll have to prepare some tonics for him later."
As for Odin, the Old Man was busy drinking with Thor, clearly trying to avoid Hela's not-yet-fully-dissipated resentment.
Loki sat nearby, originally wanting to watch the drama, but Thor had an arm hooked around his neck.
"Come! Brother! Drink!"
"It's been so long since we brothers had such a good time!"
"Don't run! We're not leaving until we're drunk today!"
Loki was being forced to drink until his eyes rolled back, unable to escape.
He cursed in his heart: Why is this big oaf always so difficult to deal with!
Finally, the long banquet came to an end.
Arthas was about to use the excuse of a bathroom break to slip away, but four hands grabbed him simultaneously.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Hela looked at him with a beaming smile.
"Little brother."
Diana also had a gentle (yet ominous) look on her face.
"Husband, it's late. It's time to go back to the room and rest."
Sif and Brunhilde flanked him, completely blocking his path of retreat.
"Let's go."
"Tonight... we shall have a good 'chat'."
Arthas saw the situation.
He knew his fate was sealed.
He could only manage a smile that looked worse than crying.
"Then... let's go."
"But could you be a bit gentle?"
"I have to wake up early tomorrow to practice my techniques..."
"Practice?"
Hela raised an eyebrow.
"Don't worry, tonight's exercise will definitely be more intense than any practice."
And so, Arthas was 'escorted' back to his Private Chambers by the four stunning goddesses.
As soon as they entered, the main door was slammed shut, and several layers of Soundproofing Barriers were applied—mainly to prevent Hera and the others from eavesdropping.
Before Arthas could react...
A black ribbon blindfolded his eyes.
"Eh? Wait!"
"What's this for?"
"Don't go overboard!"
With everything pitch black, Arthas suddenly panicked.
"Shh..."
A soft finger pressed against his lips, carrying a familiar fragrance—it was Diana.
"Don't speak."
"Sit still."
"We've prepared a surprise for you."
Then.
He was pressed down into a chair.
The rustling sound of clothes rubbing together reached his ears.
It was the sound of silk sliding down, zippers being undone, and leather armor being unbuckled.
Immediately following was the blood-pumping sound of dressing—the tension of Stockings being pulled up.
"Zzzzt—"
Then came the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the floor.
"Click, click, click..."
And that unique sound of leather rubbing together.
The air was filled with various styles of perfume, mixed with the unique natural scent of women.
It constantly stimulated Arthas's olfactory nerves.
Arthas's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Though he couldn't see...
His enhanced hearing and sense of smell were already sketching nosebleed-inducing images in his mind.
What was Diana wearing?
What was Hela changing into?
That sense of unknown anticipation and excitement caused his body to react instantly.
A certain part of him uncontrollably rose in salute.
"Hehe."
Hela's slightly raspy laughter came from beside his ear.
"It seems little brother can't wait anymore."
"Then... let us begin."
A hand reached over and slowly untied the ribbon over his eyes.
Light re-entered his retinas.
Chapter 122: Tonight You Are Ours!
When Arthas saw the scene before him,
he felt a surge of blood rush to his head, his nose almost bleeding out.
Standing before him were four goddesses, each with a different style, yet all deadly sexy.
And they had all changed into those...
outfits that only appear in the wildest dreams!
On the far left was Hela, wearing a dark green tight-fitting Patent Leather Bodysuit that perfectly outlined her devilish figure.
The neckline was cut extremely low, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage, while she wore a pair of black glossy Stockings on her lower half, wrapping those long, straight, beautiful legs.
She stepped in a pair of spiked queen boots, and she even held a small leather whip from who knows where.
Her eyes were full of a desire for conquest, a proper dark queen style.
In the middle was Diana, who had changed into that classic Wonder Woman armor, though the fabric seemed a bit less than usual.
The red strapless armor squeezed out her full breasts, and beneath the blue starry skirt was a pair of long legs in flesh-colored glossy Stockings, the luster of the Stockingsshimmering under the lights, full of sensual texture.
On her feet were red and gold battle boots, both heroic and seductive.
That sense of conflict between justice and desire simply made it impossible to stop.
On the right was Sif, wearing a red warrior miniskirt, but the hem was short to the base of her thighs, and she wore a pair of pure white Stockings on her legs, exuding a vibe of pure desire.
On her feet was a pair of red high heels, and she held a decorative short sword in her hand.
Her gaze was a bit shy, but more of it was the determination shown to vie for favor.
Finally, there was Brunhilde, the Valkyrie who usually looked cold and aloof.
At this moment, she was wearing the boldest set, a silver metal Bikini Battle Armor that could barely cover the essential parts, with large areas of fair skin exposed to the air, full of wild, powerful beauty.
She wore grey fishnet Stockings on her legs, stepped in a pair of over-the-knee metal boots, and held a chain in her hand.
Her gaze was cold and elegant, but a hint of a teasing smile hung at the corner of her mouth.
"Gulp."
Arthas swallowed hard.
This was too... too much of a foul!
Uniforms, Stockings, high heels—these were practically the three ultimate weapons against straight men!
And it was four goddesses going at it together; this was going to be the death of him!
"What?"
"Don't like it?"
Hela stepped forward, using the small leather whip in her hand to gently tilt Arthas's chin.
Those long legs wrapped in black Stockings straddled directly onto Arthas's thighs, the friction of leather and fabric making a heart-pounding sound.
"We prepared this specially for you."
"As a reward for bringing Big Sister home."
"And also to..."
She glanced at Diana and the others nearby.
"To let you know who the person you should cherish most is."
"Don't spend all day thinking about those wild flowers outside."
Diana also walked over, reaching out to hook her arm around Arthas's neck.
Those thighs in flesh-colored Stockings pressed tightly against Arthas's body, the warm, smooth touch making Arthas's rational defenses crumble.
"Hubby."
"Pick one."
"Who do you want to eat first tonight?"
"Or rather..."
Sif and Brunhilde also leaned in, hugging Arthas from behind, their soft bodies pressing tightly against his back.
The four women surrounded him in the middle; the feeling of being surrounded by fragrance and flesh was simply heaven.
"I..."
Arthas opened his mouth.
But found he couldn't speak at all.
Pick?
Only children make choices!
I want them all!
But saying that out loud might get him killed.
"Um... can we do it together?"
He asked weakly.
The four women looked at each other and then all broke into a brilliant smile.
"Of course you can."
"As long as you can handle it."
As soon as the words fell.
...
"Mmm..."
Arthas felt like he had fallen into a trap in a land of tenderness.
Completely without the ability to resist, and of course, completely unwilling to resist.
...
As clothes were shed, the temperature in the room rose sharply.
The original shura field had now completely turned into a celebratory feast.
...
All of this.
...
Looking at his four wives lying haphazardly on the bed, completely unconscious, Arthas stretched satisfyingly, the heat from the fierce battle not yet fully dissipated.
He casually pulled a blanket over, carefully covering Diana, Hela, and the others, and kissed each of them gently on the face.
Although his body was a bit tired, his spirit was exceptionally excited; the sense of achievement from conquering Asgard's Strongest Girl Group made him feel omnipotent.
However, when his gaze swept across the other side of the palace, still brightly lit outside the window, Hera's resentful yet seductive gaze from the banquet suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"Sigh..."
He sighed softly and shook his head.
The brothers Loki and Thor had reconciled, the big trouble Hela was settled, and the main wives group at home was also kept thoroughly in line.
Now, it seemed only that group of goddesses who followed him away from their homeland and fled from Olympus were left.
Along the way, whether facing Dark Zeus or Abyss Monsters, they had stood firmly by his side.
In the end, after arriving in Asgard, they were left aside because of his own family matters.
This was indeed a bit unreasonable and a bit too much of a scumbag move.
"It's also time to give them an explanation."
Arthas muttered to himself, grabbing a silk bathrobe and throwing it on, not even tying the belt, leaving it open to reveal his lean and strong pectoral muscles.
He glanced at his wives sleeping soundly on the bed, and after confirming they wouldn't wake up for a while, he stepped out of the room quietly.
With a clear goal, he headed straight for Hera's Private Chambers.
Anyway, they were all in the same large palace, just a few steps away.
At this time, in Hera's elegantly decorated suite, the atmosphere seemed somewhat tense and mysterious.
Hera, Athena, and Artemis, these three top-tier goddesses of Olympus, were wearing various styles of pajamas and sitting around a small round table.
Hera wore a golden silk camisole nightgown, her full figure ready to burst out from under the silk wrapping, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, her expression somewhat anxious.
Athena was in white lace pajamas, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from who knows where on the bridge of her nose, holding a small notebook and writing and drawing.
Artemis was wearing a set of silver-grey short pajamas, revealing those strong and powerful long legs, idly playing with a letter opener.
Chapter 123: Striking While the Iron is Cold
"We can't wait any longer!"
Hera slammed her wine glass onto the table, causing a few drops of red wine to splash out.
"Look at the situation at the banquet tonight! That woman Hela is simply going too far!"
"Not only did she hog the seat next to Arthas, she even fed him wine in public! That look in her eyes... she looked like she wanted to eat Arthas right then and there!"
"If this keeps up, where will there be a place for us by Arthas's side?"
"We are the Main Gods of Olympus. Are we really going to be invisible people in Asgard for the rest of our lives?"
Athena pushed up her glasses and analyzed calmly.
"Based on my observations, after Arthas was taken away by the four of them tonight, there will definitely be high-intensity... er, physical exertion activities."
"According to common logic, his mental guard and physical state will be in a relatively relaxed phase tomorrow morning."
"This is indeed an excellent entry point."
"What is known as'striking while the iron is cold'—or taking advantage of a moment of weakness."
She drew a heavy circle in her notebook, a glimmer of wisdom flashing in her eyes.
"Tch."
Artemis snorted disdainfully, stabbing a letter opener into an apple.
"What's all this talk about 'taking advantage of a moment of weakness'? Isn't it just crawling into his bed?"
"You make it sound so nice."
"But I agree, that Hela is indeed too arrogant."
"And that kid Arthas..."
An unnatural blush flashed across her face.
"He is indeed quite... quite likeable."
"If he really gets drained dry by that crazy woman Hela, we'd be at too much of a loss."
"Therefore!"
Hera stood up, leaning forward with her hands on the table, projecting the majesty of the Queen of Heaven.
"We must implement the 'Takedown Plan'!"
"No matter what means we use—drugging, seduction, whatever—we must make it a done deal!"
"As long as there's a substantial relationship, even a woman like Hela wouldn't dare say anything!"
"Who's in favor? Who's against?"
Athena closed her notebook and raised her hand.
"Seconded."
"This aligns with the principle of maximizing strategic interests."
Artemis hesitated for a moment before also raising her hand.
"Fine."
"I find the kid quite easy on the eyes anyway."
"He's getting a bargain."
"Very good!"
Hera nodded with satisfaction, a smile of certain victory appearing on her face.
"Then let's discuss the details."
"First, who goes first?"
"I feel that as the Queen of Heaven, I have the responsibility to lead the charge..."
Before she could finish her sentence...
*Knock, knock, knock.*
A steady knocking at the door suddenly rang out.
In the silence of the late night, it was exceptionally clear, startling the three goddesses who were plotting their "rebellion."
"Who is it?!"
Hera asked in a panic, hurriedly adjusting the straps of her nightgown.
Athena snatched off her glasses and hid her notebook behind her back.
Artemis directly hid the letter opener in her sleeve, staring at the door with a vigilant expression.
From outside the door came the voice of the man they were incredibly familiar with—the very one they had just been discussing.
It carried a hint of laziness and amusement.
"It's me."
"Arthas."
"Is it convenient for me to come in?"
"Or... are you discussing some secrets that wouldn't be convenient for me to hear?"
The room instantly fell into a deathly silence.
The three goddesses looked at each other, a blush simultaneously creeping onto their faces.
Was... was this the legendary'speak of the devil and he shall appear'?
This was way too fast!
And... how much did he hear?
"Come in... No, wait!"
Hera was about to say come in when she suddenly realized her current attire was a bit too "revealing," so she quickly called out for him to stop.
But it was too late.
The doorknob turned, and the door was pushed open.
Arthas's tall figure appeared at the doorway.
He was draped in a loose bathrobe, his pectoral and abdominal muscles partially visible. His hair was still a bit damp, and his face wore that wicked grin that made one's teeth itch with annoyance yet made the heart race uncontrollably.
Leaning against the doorframe, his gaze swept unscrupulously over the three goddesses.
From Hera's deep cleavage to the faint lace trimmings on Athena, and then to Artemis's firm, long legs.
He let out a whistle.
"Yo."
"Seems I've arrived just at the right time."
"Is this... a pajama party?"
"Mind if I join?"
"You... why are you here?"
Hera tried to maintain her composure, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
She instinctively wanted to grab something to cover herself, but found only a wine glass within reach.
She could only awkwardly hold the glass, pretending to be tasting the wine.
"Is things... finished on your side?"
This question was a blatant attempt at concealment, filled with jealousy and inquiry.
Arthas entered the room and closed the door behind him.
He walked toward them step by step.
That powerful masculine pheromone instantly filled the space, making the breathing of the three goddesses grow somewhat ragged.
"Yeah, it's finished."
"I've coaxed them all to sleep."
"Then I was thinking about my Sister Hera, Sister Athena, and Sister Artemis."
"In the middle of the night, would you feel lonely?"
"So I came over."
He pulled out a chair and sat down openly, right across from Hera.
"Who... who's lonely!"
Artemis turned her head away and snorted.
"We were just discussing... discussing tomorrow's hunting plan!"
"Right, the hunting plan!"
Athena also quickly chimed in.
"Exactly, this is an academic seminar regarding Asgard."
"Does Your Highness Arthas have any guidance for visiting so late at night?"
Seeing their clumsy attempts at concealment, Arthascouldn't help but laugh.
He reached out and gently grasped Hera's hand that was holding the wine glass.
He took the glass from her hand and set it on the table.
Then he held her soft hand in his, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand.
His gaze became tender and deep.
"Stop pretending."
"I know what you're thinking."
"I also know that over the past few days, I have indeed neglected you."
"I'm sorry."
This soft apology directly pierced through Hera's psychological defenses.
Hera's eyes instantly turned red.
The grievances from the banquet and the frustration of being suppressed by Hela these past few days all came flooding back at this moment.
She gripped Arthas's hand tightly, her voice somewhat choked up.
"So you do know you neglected us..."
"I thought... now that you have a new sister, you'd forgotten all about us old sisters."
"That Hela... she's so overbearing, so clingy..."
"We all thought... there was no chance left for us."
At this moment, she was no longer the high-and-mighty Queen of Heaven, but just a vulnerable woman worried about her place.
Arthas stood up, walked to Hera's side, and gently pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against his abs while he stroked her long golden hair.
"How could that be?"
"You are the women who stood with me against Dark Zeus."
"While I, Arthas, might not be a saint, I am certainly not a heartless man."
He looked up at Athena and Artemis nearby.
His gaze was sincere and firm.
"Athena."
"I remember the way you blocked attacks for me in the temple."
"Your wisdom and your calmness have always been what I admire most."
Athena's face reddened as she lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting together.
"Artemis."
"I remember the way you taught me archery on the mountainside."
"Your straightforwardness and your wildness have also always attracted me."
Artemis bit her lip and snorted, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upward.
Chapter 124: Finally an Echo!
"So..."
Arthas took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"I came tonight because I wanted to give you all a promise."
"Once things here in Asgard have completely stabilized..."
"I will officially announce to Odin and the entire Nine Realms..."
"That I will marry you all."
"To make you my, Arthas's, rightful wives."
"No matter how many women I have in the future, your place in my heart will never change."
Once these words were spoken, the room fell completely silent.
Only the rapid breathing of the three goddesses could be heard.
To marry.
This was the word they wanted to hear most, yet dared not hope for.
After all, their identities were too special; they were foreign gods, and nominally his elders.
But Arthas had said it so easily and so firmly.
Hera could no longer hold it back, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She stood up abruptly, threw herself into Arthas's arms, and hugged his waist tightly.
"Wuwuwu... You scoundrel..."
"If you dare to lie to me... I'll... I'll have Athena curse you with impotence for the rest of your life!"
Athena muttered softly from the side.
"Um... that kind of curse falls under the category of Dark Magic, I'm not very good at it."
"But if it's true... I could look into it."
Artemis also walked over and patted Arthas on the shoulder somewhat awkwardly.
"Hey."
"Since you've put it that way..."
"Then I'll... reluctantly agree."
"But if you ever dare to wrong me, I will definitely shoot an arrow through your backside."
Arthas laughed and pulled the two of them over as well.
One in each arm, plus Hera in his embrace.
This was the legendary "holding one on the left and one on the right," plus a "pendant."
A winner in life is nothing more than this.
"Don't worry."
"For the sake of my backside, and for my 'happiness,' I will definitely treat you well."
He lowered his head and kissed Hera on the forehead.
Then he kissed Athena and Artemis each on the cheek.
That warm and ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.
"Then... are you still leaving tonight?"
Hera looked up, a hint of expectation and... desire flashing in her tear-filled eyes.
She glanced at the enormous bed next to them.
The hint was unmistakable.
Athena and Artemis also looked at Arthas with blushing faces.
"I'm not leaving."
Arthas picked Hera up and walked toward the large bed.
"Tonight, I'll stay here with you all."
He placed Hera on the bed and then beckoned to Athenaand Artemis.
"Come here, you two."
"The bed is big enough for all of us."
Athena and Artemis glanced at each other, and with blushing faces, they slowly crawled onto the bed.
And so...
Arthas lay in the middle.
Hera rested her head on his left arm, and Athena on his right.
Artemis lay on his chest.
The four of them squeezed together on one bed.
...
The morning sunlight stubbornly peered through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains of Hera's Private Chambers.
Spilling onto the messy yet charmingly atmospheric large bed.
Arthas slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed all over, as if every cell in his body had been washed clean.
He instinctively clenched his fist.
Several surges of unprecedentedly majestic Divine Powersurged within his body.
Under the Echo of Love, in addition to the power of Arthas's four wives, there were now several new and distinct auras.
One was golden, carrying supreme majesty and the aura of imperial power; that was the Divine Power belonging to Queen Hera.
One was silver-white, filled with calm wisdom and the sharpness of war; that was Athena's Divine Power.
And another was a cool moonlight color, carrying the keenness of the wild and the hunt; that was Artemis's power.
"Have I... gained new bonds?"
Arthas marveled to himself.
This wasn't just about having more choices for Divine Power Fusion; it was a testament to their bonds.
These three distinct Divine Powers intertwined with the Divine Powers of Diana and the others under the Echo of Love, ready to fight for Arthas at any time.
It seemed he wasn't far from the previous Trial Card: King of All Gods Mode.
However, Arthas could not yet fuse the powers of all seven; with his current capacity, he could only withstand the power of five goddesses.
But once Arthas ascended to God King, his capacity would continue to increase, and looking at his current progress, it would be soon.
By then, the King of All Gods Mode would become Arthas's greatest trump card.
Of course, this increase in power was also the "reward" for last night's hard work.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked beside him.
Hera, Athena, and Artemis were still sound asleep.
Hera rested on his left arm, her long golden hair scattered across the pillow, her face flushed with satisfaction.
Athena was curled up on his right side, still clutching the corner of his clothes.
Artemis still had that bold sleeping posture, one long leg draped over his waist.
She seemed to sense Arthas's movement.
Hera's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her beautiful phoenix eyes.
Seeing Arthas watching her, she didn't shy away like a young girl.
Instead, she gave a lazy and charming smile.
Like a Persian cat that had just woken up.
She reached out her arms, wrapped them around Arthas's neck, and pressed her whole body against him.
"Why are you awake so early?"
"Weren't you... tired last night?"
Her voice carried the hoarseness unique to the morning, making Arthas's heart itch.
Arthas took the opportunity to embrace her full waist.
His large hand mischievously slipped under the covers and climbed onto a handful of irresistible softness.
Kneading it gently.
"I'm a bit tired."
"But seeing how beautiful you are, I'm instantly revitalized."
"And..."
He leaned close to Hera's ear with a wicked grin.
"I still have to go train."
"Father has been watching closely lately, and I can't neglect the government affairs."
"After all, the family has grown, so I have to work hard to earn money and support everyone."
Hera was amused by him.
She gently slapped his hand as it misbehaved on her chest.
Although she said "stop it," her body honestly catered to his movements.
"Mhm."
"Go on."
"You are the Prince of Asgard, the future God King."
"Business comes first."
"Leave things here... to us."
She spoke with great tact.
She showed support for Arthas's career while subtly asserting her position as a supportive partner.
Arthas lowered his head and pressed a kiss onto her lips.
Then he kissed the still-sleeping Athena and Artemis.
Then he quietly got out of bed and dressed.
Though he was reluctant to leave this tender nest, as he said, as a man—especially one with a large harem—
responsibility comes first.
He stepped out of the Private Chambers and took a deep breath of the crisp morning air of Asgard.
He walked toward the Training Ground.
His steps were firm and powerful, full of confidence.
Chapter 125: The "Golden House Mistress" in Prison Exposed
Shortly after Arthas left.
Athena and Artemis also woke up one after another.
The three looked at each other, the scenes of last night's absurdity and madness flashing through their minds.
Their faces were a bit flushed, but more than that, there was a sense of relief and joy now that the dust had settled.
"Alright."
Hera sat up, her silk nightgown slipping down to reveal fragrant shoulders covered in hickeys.
She tidied her hair unhurriedly, regaining her dignity as the Queen of Heaven.
"Since we've already taken this step."
"Then we must go see the 'main wife'."
"Although Diana is considered our relative, we will be living under the same roof from now on."
"We cannot be lacking in etiquette."
Athena nodded and pulled out a pair of glasses from somewhere to put on.
"Based on an analysis of Asgardian customs and Diana's personality."
"Taking the initiative to show goodwill is the best strategy."
"This is conducive to building a harmonious and stable internal family relationship."
Artemis curled her lip and muttered while getting dressed.
"Isn't it just going to say hello?"
"Making it sound like a diplomatic negotiation."
"But that girl Diana is indeed quite good; she can fight, and her personality is straightforward."
"I have no objections."
After getting ready.
The three goddesses went together to Diana's Private Chambers.
At this moment, Diana was in the courtyard wiping her sword of the fire god, with Hela, Sif, and Brunhilde by her side.
Clearly, the "comrades-in-arms" bond from last night had brought them much closer.
Seeing Hera and the other two walk in.
Diana put down her sword and stood up, her face showing no sign of surprise.
It seemed she had long expected this moment; she might have already guessed most of it when Arthas didn't return last night.
"Good morning."
"Sister Hera."
"Sister Athena."
"Sister Artemis."
Diana took the initiative to greet them with a proper smile on her face.
Although she still called them sisters, there was an added touch of familial intimacy in her tone.
Hera smiled somewhat sheepishly, stepped forward, and took Diana's hand.
"Good morning, Diana."
"That... last night Arthas was with us..."
"I think you probably know by now."
Diana nodded graciously.
"I know."
"That guy... has never been one to behave himself."
"However."
She glanced at the three of them with a sincere look in her eyes.
"Since he chose you, and you are willing to accept him."
"Then we are family."
"Daughters of Paradise Island never fear sharing love."
"As long as he is sincere."
These words moved Hera deeply.
She had originally worried that Diana would put on the airs of the main wife or give her a hard time.
She didn't expect this girl to be so magnanimous.
"Thank you, Diana."
"Actually..."
Hera hesitated for a moment but decided to be honest.
"Later... there might be other Olympian Goddesses joining in."
"Like Hestia, and Demeter and the others..."
"After all, everyone has come to Asgard, and Arthas is so outstanding..."
Diana froze for a moment, then gave a helpless smile, while Hela, who was drinking water nearby, almost spat it out.
"I knew it!"
Diana held her forehead and sighed.
"This isn't just starting a harem; it's practically moving the entire Olympian Pantheon in."
"But..."
She looked up, her gaze firm.
"It's fine."
"Let them all come in."
"It's better with everyone together; it's livelier."
"As long as it helps Arthas and everyone can get along harmoniously."
"I have no objections."
The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious.
The goddesses sat together and began chatting about domestic matters and the way to manage a husband.
Just then.
Athena, who had been silent, suddenly pushed up her glasses with a serious expression.
"Diana."
"There's one more thing I need to say."
"This matter... might involve some of Arthas's 'private life' issues."
"I think you need to know."
All eyes instantly focused on Athena.
Diana's heart skipped a beat.
Private life?
Besides our group, he has another private life?
"What is it?"
Diana asked, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.
Hela, beside her, also narrowed her eyes, the cup in her hand creaking as she gripped it.
Athena organized her words.
"It's about the prison."
"It seems Arthas is keeping two women there."
"I heard they are criminals."
"Last time, at the invitation of goddess queen Frigga, I went to the prison to help redesign the security System."
"As a result, that Captain of the Guard..."
At this point, an unnatural flush flashed across Athena's face, clearly remembering the awkward scene.
"That Captain of the Guard mistakenly thought I was Arthas's fiancée or a very close acquaintance."
"So he secretly asked me when His Highness Arthaswould visit those two women."
"He said... they could make arrangements in advance and withdraw the guards."
"To make 'private space' for His Highness Arthas."
"So he wouldn't be disturbed by outsiders."
Having finished, Athena pushed up her glasses and observed everyone's reaction.
"Private space?"
"Not being disturbed?"
Diana was full of questions.
These words used... were far too suggestive, weren't they?
"It can't be."
"With so many goddesses, would Arthas still keep two women on the side?"
"And in a prison of all places?"
"Isn't his taste... a bit too extreme?"
Although she said she didn't believe it, her heart was already starting to race.
After all, that guy Arthas had far too many prior offenses.
If he could go for an older sister like Hela who is thousands of years old, then two female criminals... didn't seem impossible?
"I think there's a problem."
Diana frowned, her hand instinctively reaching for the Lasso of Truth beside her.
"Yes, I think so too."
Athena nodded.
"But before, my status was awkward, so it wasn't appropriate for me to ask or handle it."
"But now..."
She glanced at Diana, then at Hera.
Her face reddened again.
"Since we are all Arthas's women now."
"I think... this matter must be cleared up."
"If it's a misunderstanding, that's fine, but if not..."
"This involves the purity and security of the family."
"Humph!"
Hela sneered, crushing the cup in her hand into powder.
"He dares to play such tricks right under my nose?"
"The prison?"
"That's my territory."
"Someone actually dares to hide people in there?"
"Diana, are you going to handle this or not?"
"If not, I'll just go over there and drag them out myself."
Diana took a deep breath and stood up, her face showing the dignity unique to a main wife.
"I'll handle it! Of course I will!"
"This is my responsibility."
"If he really is fooling around outside... humph."
She didn't state the consequences, but that cold snort said it all.
"I will go handle it."
"Personally."
Having said that, Diana turned and walked into the inner room.
A moment later.
She had changed into her full Wonder Woman gear.
The red breastplate gleamed in the sunlight, and the blue battle skirt fluttered in the wind.
The golden Lasso of Truth hung at her waist, and the sword of the fire god was strapped to her back.
The Bracelets of Submission shimmered with a cold light on her wrists.
Chapter 126: When Gods Fight, Mortals Suffer
At this moment, she was no longer that gentle wife.
Instead, she was the Amazonian Warrior who struck terror into the hearts of her enemies, the absolute Sovereign of this vast harem.
"I'm going."
She nodded to the goddesses, then strode out of the palace with great strides, her destination being the dungeons of Asgard.
Watching her back, which radiated Killing Intent.
Hera swallowed hard and whispered to Athena.
"Um... did we make too big a deal out of this?"
"What if it really is a misunderstanding?"
Athena shrugged.
"If it's a misunderstanding, then we clarify it."
"If it's real..."
"Then we can only wish His Highness Arthas good luck."
Meanwhile.
At the entrance to the Asgardian dungeons.
The Captain of the guard was leaning against the wall in boredom, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.
He was still reminiscing about His Highness Arthas's "heroic bearing" from that day.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"His Highness is indeed His Highness."
"Even hiding a Mistress in a Golden House is done with such class."
"Those two girls... though they are criminals, they are truly stunning."
"I wonder when His Highness will come again."
"I must stay prepared at all times to send away those guys who lack discernment."
He was happily thinking that if he served His Highness well, he might get a promotion and a raise.
Suddenly, a powerful sense of oppression came from a distance.
The Captain of the guard jerked awake, spat out the grass, and stood up straight.
He looked into the distance.
He saw a red and blue figure walking toward him with an unstoppable aura.
That was...
Wonder Woman?!
His Highness Arthas's The Principal Wife?!
Fine beads of cold sweat instantly broke out on the Captain's forehead, and his legs began to shake uncontrollably.
"This... this, this, this..."
"Why has the The Principal Wife come?"
"Could it be..."
"Could it be that His Highness's secret women... have been discovered?"
"It's over, it's over, it's over!"
"When gods fight, Mortals suffer!"
Countless terrible images instantly flashed through his mind.
The main wife smashing up the prison in a rage.
His Highness kneeling on a washboard.
Himself being treated as an accomplice and dragged out to feed the Fenrir Wolf.
"No..."
"I'm just a worker..."
"I have an eighty-year-old mother above and a three-year-old child below..."
"His Highness, save me!"
Diana walked to the prison entrance.
She stopped.
In those beautiful blue eyes, there was now only scrutiny and majesty.
She glanced at the trembling Captain of the guard.
She didn't speak, but her powerful presence alone almost made the Captain kneel.
"Open the door."
She spoke calmly, her voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable command.
"Yes... yes..."
The Captain of the guard tremblingly took out the keys, his hands shaking like a sieve, and it took several attempts to insert them into the keyhole.
"Um... Princess Consort..."
He tried to explain, or perhaps to signal the people inside.
"Inside... inside is actually..."
"Actually nothing special..."
"Just some... ordinary prisoners..."
This explanation was practically a guilty confession.
Diana glanced at him, her gaze as if seeing through all his thoughts.
"Ordinary prisoners?"
"Is that so?"
"Then I would like to see just what kind of ordinary prisoners they are."
"That could make His Highness Arthas... so 'concerned'."
After saying this, she pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.
At the entrance of the Asgardian dungeon, a pungent scent mixed with old mildew, rusted metal, and the residue of some unknown magic potions surged violently through the crack in the door, hitting Diana's face directly.
Diana frowned slightly, then she stepped forward with her long legs, her red and gold boots striking the moss-covered and damp stone floor, making crisp and rhythmic "tap, tap" sounds.
The Captain of the guard, a round-bodied, oily-faced middle-aged Asgardian fat man, was now following behind Diana, his legs shaking as if they had just been fished out of an ice hole.
While wiping the cold sweat that kept popping up on his forehead, he tried to use his trembling and unconvincing voice to stop this Valkyrie who was radiating a full-force presence.
"Princess Consort... oh, please slow down, please slow down!"
"There's really... really no one inside."
"Aside from a few minor gods who made mistakes, it's just some blind monsters, all ordinary prisoners, nothing worth seeing."
"For your precious person to come to such a dirty and messy place, if your boots were to get dirty, even ten of my heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it."
As he spoke, he also tried to use his fat body to block Diana's line of sight, though it was completely futile.
Diana ignored his constant chattering in her ear, not even giving him a single glance.
Her eyes were like torches, accurately locking onto the location mentioned in the intelligence Athena had provided—the deepest part of the prison, the core area where high-value criminals and those with special abilities were held.
"No one?"
She snorted coldly, her voice echoing in the empty, deep dungeon corridor, carrying a chill that made one shudder.
"If there's no one, then what's with all the sweat on your head?"
"Or rather, what are you afraid of?"
"Afraid I'll see something I shouldn't see?"
She stopped abruptly and turned her head, her deep blue eyes coldly scanning the Captain's face.
The Captain was so startled by this look that he almost knelt on the spot.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found his throat seemingly blocked by something, only able to make a few meaningless "uh... uh..." sounds.
His heart was full of bitterness.
What kind of mess was this?
On one side was His Highness Arthas's ambiguous attitude and the suspected fact of a "Mistress in a Golden House."
On the other side was the The Principal Wife's lethal inspection stance.
No matter which side he offended, a small Captain of the guard like him would be in for it.
In the end, he could only lower his head in despair, like a wronged little wife, dragging his heavy steps behind her, silently praying in his heart that those two ladies wouldn't say anything stupid at this critical moment, and ideally, they would just play dead or turn invisible.
Passing through the long corridor lined with dim torches and past cells holding all sorts of bizarre creatures, Dianafinally reached the deepest part of the dungeon.
The environment here was even darker than outside, and the air was filled with an even denser magical fluctuation.
On the rows of bars forged from special metal, golden runic light flickered from time to time; that was the powerful Restriction personally set by Odin to suppress Divine Power.
Diana stopped in front of what appeared to be the most special cell.
Through the semi-transparent runic light curtain, she finally saw the scene inside.
The cell was not as messy as other places; it was even quite tidy, with several soft-looking animal skin blankets spread on the ground.
Two women were sitting inside.
Chapter 127: A Golden House for a Hidden Mistress?
The one on the left had dazzling golden hair and emerald eyes, posing and preening in front of a mirror condensed from Water magic while tidying her hair.
She wore a green bodysuit that left large areas of her snowy-white skin exposed, outlining her hot, curvaceous figure.
This was the legendary Enchantress, Amora.
The one on the right had passionate red hair and a proud, cold expression, sitting bored on a stone bed, playing with a small ball of frost between her slender fingers.
She was dressed in modified blue leather armor-style clothing, with heavy magic-suppressing shackles on her wrists and ankles, yet this did nothing to hide her wild and unruly temperament.
This was Amora's younger sister, Lorelei, known as the Ice Queen.
Seeing these two, Diana's originally tense nerves actually relaxed a bit, but her brow furrowed even deeper.
"Enchantress... Ice Queen..."
Diana whispered their names, her tone carrying a hint of doubt and scrutiny.
As a Princess Consort who had lived in Asgard for a while and frequently visited the library and the Training Ground, she was no stranger to these famous villainous sisters of the Nine Realms.
It was just that...
Was this the so-called "Golden House for a Hidden Mistress"?
Were these the "little pets" Athena mentioned that Arthas was secretly keeping?
Was this the "secret" that had scared the Captain of the Guard half to death?
Diana's gaze was like a precise scalpel, scanning the two of them from head to toe.
Undeniably, these two women did have some beauty.
Amora's enchanting figure and the seductive aura she constantly emitted were indeed lethal weapons for ordinary men.
Lorelei's wild and untamable temperament could also arouse a man's desire for conquest.
But.
That was all.
Compared to the goddesses at home, they were like the difference between wild flowers by the roadside and peonies in a greenhouse.
Not to mention Hera's elegance and powerful presence as the Queen of Heaven who had ruled the gods for thousands of years.
Nor Hela's cold, domineering beauty and extreme sense of pressure as the Goddess of Death who had fought her way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Even Sif's valiant female warrior style and Brunhilde's powerful Valkyrie physique were streets ahead of them in terms of temperament.
Not to mention Diana herself.
She was an Amazon princess, the daughter of Zeus, and possessed a peerless beauty personally blessed by the Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite.
Whether in terms of looks, figure, temperament, or status, she had absolute confidence.
Arthas would leave the delicacies and grand feasts at home untouched to come to this dark, damp, sunless dungeon and sneakily eat this mediocre "wild grass"?
And he had to hide it from her?
It was simply illogical.
Most importantly, it didn't fit Arthas's character.
That guy, though a bit of a playboy and having ridiculously strong desires...
...he had always been open and aboveboard.
Whatever he wanted, he always reached out and took it directly, conquering it outright.
Just like what he did to Hela: have a fight first, and once she was defeated, carry her straight home.
Just like what he did to the Olympian Gods: charge straight in and pack up the entire pantheon.
Of course, if these words were said to Arthas, he would certainly say there were other reasons for things developing to this point, but from the result, that's just how it is.
He would never engage in such sneaky and wretched behavior.
That wasn't his style.
As the woman who had been betrothed to Arthas since childhood and had accompanied him all the way from Earth to Asgard, she could be said to be the one who understood him best.
In an instant, relying on a woman's intuition and her understanding of her husband, Diana saw the truth of the matter.
There must be some misunderstanding involved.
Or rather, someone was lying and bluffing.
She turned her head and cast a cold glance out of the corner of her eye at the Captain of the Guard behind her, who now desperately wanted to shrink into a crack in the wall or even dig a hole to bury himself.
A playful and slightly dangerous sneer curled at the corners of her mouth.
However, since she was already here...
...she had to finish watching the show and get to the bottom of things.
She couldn't have come all this way for nothing.
Diana turned around to face the two women in the cell.
She didn't rush to speak, but slowly adjusted her bracers, then crossed her arms, striking the majestic pose unique to The Principal Wife.
"Are you the little pets Arthas is keeping?"
Her voice was calm and cold, showing no emotion, carrying a condescending scrutiny.
Like she was looking at two kittens or puppies locked in a cage trying to get their Master's attention.
Amora and Lorelei were originally dazing off in boredom or immersing themselves in admiration of their own beauty.
Suddenly seeing Diana barge in with a body full of Killing Intent, they were also startled.
They naturally knew they were fakes.
Ever since Arthas had snatched them up like chicks in the outskirts that day, aside from that one simple interrogation, he hadn't even looked at them properly, let alone touched them with a single finger.
But facing this The Principal Wife whose beauty made them jealous and whose aura made them fearful...
...that pride as villains, or rather an refusal to admit defeat, suddenly and inexplicably surged up.
They didn't want to lose.
Especially not bowing their heads before this woman who seemed excessively perfect.
"What little pets?"
Amora twisted her snake-like waist and walked to the bars with a swaying gait.
Across the runic light screen, she intentionally puffed out her chest; although it was still slightly inferior to Diana's, she won by daring to show a bit more skin.
She looked at Diana with a provocative gaze, a mocking smile hanging on her lips.
"Watch your tone, you... auntie from who-knows-where."
"We are His Highness Arthas's most beloved... beloved concubine."
"His Highness even said he loves my slutty vibe the most."
Lorelei also chimed in from the side; although the magic-suppressing handcuffs made her look a bit disheveled and her movements less agile...
...her mouth remained stubborn, even more arrogant than her sister's.
"That's right."
"Every time His Highness comes, he can't bear to leave."
"Not only does he bring us delicious food, but he stays with us all night long."
"That gentle look, those fiery eyes."
"Tsk tsk tsk, certain women who only know how to brandish swords and spears probably haven't seen that in their lives, have they?"
"I think His Highness got tired of the old hags at home long ago and wanted to change his taste."
"Utter nonsense."
Diana coldly spat out those four words.
The disdain in her eyes grew even thicker, even carrying a hint of pity.
Arthas, gentle?
That guy is a tireless beast in bed, a rampaging bull who only knows how to charge ahead.
Staying all night?
Last night he stayed at Hera's, the night before in my room, and the night before that at Hela's.
Where would he find the time to accompany these two?
Using a Clone technique?
"What?"
Seeing Diana's expression change, Amora thought she had truly hit the main wife's weak spot.
She became even more smug, even pressing her face against the runic light screen.
"angry?"
"Are you humiliated and angry?"
"Afraid we'll steal your position?"
"Or afraid His Highness will favor the new and forget the old, casting you into the cold palace?"
Chapter 128: Lie Detection with the Lasso of Truth
These words made the nearby Captain of the Guard feel like his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.
He wailed frantically in his heart, wishing he could rush forward and gag these two women.
"My dear ladies!"
"You're looking for death! You're finding creative ways to die!"
"Can't you see the Lasso of Truth is glowing?"
"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
He had completely given up hope now.
He tried his best to curl into a ball, pretending to be invisible, ideally merging with the moss-covered wall.
"Hmph, what a joke."
Diana didn't get angry; instead, she laughed.
It was a smile that saw through everything, a smile of total control, like a queen looking down at ants.
"Taking my place?"
"With just you two?"
She shook her head, her gaze as if looking at two idiots.
"I gave you a chance."
"Since you won't tell the truth and insist on looking for trouble and putting on an act in front of me..."
"Then don't blame me for being impolite."
"In Amazon, we usually have only one way to deal with enemies who lie."
Having said that, she reached out and unfastened the golden, coiled Lasso of Truth from her waist.
The rope seemed alive in her hands, slowly unfurling and emitting a sacred, majestic golden glow.
This light seemed exceptionally piercing in the dark dungeon, as if it could dispel all darkness and hypocrisy.
Amora and Lorelei only now realized something was wrong.
Although they were imprisoned, they had heard of this Divine Artifact of Wonder Woman.
It was the Whip of the God of Fire bestowed by Hestia, the Avatar of truth.
It could make anyone speak the whole truth, leaving nowhere to hide.
Moreover, their Divine Power was currently Seal by Magic-inhibiting Handcuffs; they had no power to resist at all, like fish on a chopping block.
"You... what are you going to do?"
Amora panicked slightly, her previous arrogance instantly halved as she subconsciously took a step back.
"This is a prison! A place with laws!"
"You can't resort to lynching! Not even a Princess Consort can!"
Diana didn't bother wasting words with them, not even caring to explain.
With a flick of her wrist.
The Lasso of Truth, like a golden spirit snake, traced a perfect arc in the air, passing directly through the gaps in the bars.
It accurately coiled around both Amora and Lorelei.
It tightened instantly.
Binding the two of them tightly together, face to face.
The golden rope bit into their flesh, not only rendering them unable to move but also making breathing difficult.
Furthermore, a powerful, irresistible force of will directly invaded their brains.
It was the will of truth, which allowed no lies to exist.
"Speak!"
Diana pulled the rope hard, dragging the two to the bars, their faces pressed against the cold metal.
She took a step closer, her blue eyes filled with majesty and pressure.
"What is the truth of the matter?"
"What exactly is your relationship with Arthas?"
"Did he really touch you?"
"If you dare say a single false word..."
"Think about the consequences yourselves. Perhaps I'll throw you into Asgard's pens and let those Demonic Beasts keep you company."
"I... I..."
Amora wanted to resist, to continue weaving lies, to maintain her last shred of pathetic dignity.
But her mouth opened uncontrollably, her tongue seemingly having a mind of its own.
The power of the Lasso of Truth was not something they could resist in their current weakened state.
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead, and her expression became distorted and pained.
"We... we aren't his Beloved Consorts at all..."
"We... haven't even held his hand..."
"We just... that day in the outskirts... wanted to ambush him..."
"Wanted to use Charm magic on him... to control him..."
"In the end... in the end, we were defeated by him..."
"He wasn't affected by the charm at all..."
"Then he caught us like trussed pigs... and locked us up here..."
Lorelei was forced to add from the side, her voice trembling and her face full of shame.
"Except for that interrogation... he hasn't touched us at all..."
"He hasn't even looked at us properly more than a few times..."
"As for the matter of us being his Little lovers..."
"It was entirely that damn fat guard... who imagined it all on his own..."
"We only went along with it for face... because we didn't want to be looked down upon by other prisoners..."
"We... we are still virgins..."
By the last sentence, Lorelei desperately wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
As famous villains of the Nine Realms, falling to this state was simply humiliating.
The truth was out.
Everything had come to light.
Diana loosened the rope in her hand but didn't take it back, still leaving them bound.
Her face wore an expression of "As I thought, I knew his taste wasn't that bad."
She turned around, her gaze like lightning, shooting toward the Captain of the Guard who was now slumped on the ground, his face as pale as ash.
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
"I didn't!"
"I'm not!"
The Captain of the Guard denied incoherently, waving his hands wildly.
This was practically a public execution!
His own dirty little thoughts and self-righteous cleverness were all exposed.
And right in front of the Princess Consort Your Highnessand the two parties involved.
This was it; he was completely finished.
"Shut up."
Diana scolded coldly; her voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the Captain of the Guard instantly.
"I'll deal with you later."
"As a guard, you didn't fulfill your duties properly and look after the prisoners."
"Instead, you spend all day thinking about nonsense and gossiping about the royal family's private lives."
"You even spread rumors and almost caused a family conflict."
"I think you're tired of living. Do you want to go feed the Fenrir wolf?"
The Captain of the Guard immediately kowtowed frantically like a pestle, his forehead hitting the stone floor with a "thud, thud, thud" sound.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"The Princess Consort Your Highness is right to lecture me!"
"This lowly one knows his mistake! I truly know my mistake!"
"This lowly one will never dare again!"
"Thank you for your mercy, Princess Consort Your Highness! Thank you for sparing my life!"
He heard it; Diana said "deal with you later," which meant she wouldn't kill him now.
As long as he didn't die now, there would be ways to handle things later.
His little life was temporarily saved.
Diana looked at the terrified fat man and didn't bother to argue with him.
A minor character like him wasn't worth her getting truly angry.
She thought for a moment and added another sentence, her tone softening slightly.
"However..."
"If, and I'm saying if."
"If Arthas really has thoughts of keeping mistresses in the future."
"Or if he actually brings some questionable women in later."
"You can still make things convenient for him."
"As long as... you remember to tell me immediately."
"Understand?"
Chapter 129: Tools for Venting
The Captain of the Guard was momentarily stunned by these words, followed by wild joy.
Does this mean... as long as I report it, it's allowed?
Is this the magnanimity of The Principal Wife?
Too awesome! So humane!
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"This lowly one understands! I will keep it firmly in mind!"
"In the future, even if His Highness brings in a female mosquito, I will definitely report to you first! I wouldn't dare hide a thing!"
The Captain of the Guard felt like he was back in the game.
Having settled the issue with the Captain of the Guard, Diana turned her gaze back toward Amora and Lorelei in the cell.
The two women were now tied together, their faces flushed deep red.
It was partly from the embarrassment of having their lies exposed, and partly from the shame of being forced to speak the truth by the Lasso of Truth.
How should she deal with them?
Kill them? That would be a waste; after all, they were rare magical talents, even if they used it on the Demonic Path.
Keep them locked up? A waste of food, and having them here was an eyesore.
Release them? That was even more impossible; releasing a tiger back to the mountain would bring endless trouble.
Diana looked at their figures; while not quite matching a goddess, they were still stunners, and their revealing outfits made them look exceptionally enticing.
Images of last night and this morning suddenly flashed through her mind.
Arthas's perverted stamina, that desire that seemed like it could never be filled.
Four goddesses taking turns had all been done in until they fainted, yet he could still act like nothing happened and go find Hera and the other two, and even have the energy for training the next morning.
He was simply a bottomless pit, a perpetual motion machine.
If it was going to be like this every time in the future...
Then for them as wives, their waists were really going to be ruined.
And they would often lose face by being unable to get out of bed the next morning.
Thinking of this, Diana's cheeks heated up slightly, but her gaze became resolute.
A bold yet "considerate"—one might even say "Genius"—idea took shape in her mind.
Since these two women originally wanted to seduce Arthas and climb into his bed anyway.
And since that guy Arthas had such overflowing energy and such great needs.
Then why not... fulfill this "beautiful thing"?
Incorporate them both.
As Arthas's exclusive sex toys.
If Arthas wanted it but didn't want to exhaust his primary wives.
They could push these two out to take the hit.
Let Arthas go at them as hard as he wanted.
They were villains anyway, and their bodies were sturdy and durable.
This would satisfy Arthas's perverted desires while giving Diana and her sisters a bit of a break, time to rest and recover.
Furthermore, it would keep these two unstable factors right under her nose to prevent them from going out and doing evil.
This was a good thing that benefited the country, the people, and the family all at once!
Decision made.
The cold sneer on the corner of Diana's mouth turned into a meaningful, even slightly "kind" smile.
It made Amora and Lorelei feel uneasy, sending a chill down their spines.
"You want to be His Highness's favored concubines, right?"
"You want him to favor you, right?"
"Fine."
"I'll grant your wish."
"I see your figures are decent; you should be quite resilient."
With a wave of her hand, she retracted the Lasso of Truth, and the golden light dissipated.
But she did not unlock the Anti-Magic Handcuffs on their wrists.
"Follow me."
"From this day forward."
"You are Prince Arthas's Exclusive Handmaidens."
"Specifically responsible for... nighttime duties."
"And to be on call whenever he needs to vent."
"I hope your bodies are as tough as your mouths."
"Don't go begging for mercy when the time comes."
"Because His Highness... can be very rough."
Amora and Lorelei were stunned.
They didn't expect that not only would they not be killed or tortured, but their "dream" was actually coming true?
Although it sounded like they were being used as tools with very low status.
But being able to leave this godforsaken place, get close to that powerful man, and even enjoy that legendary "favor."
This seemed... not bad?
One could even say it was a blessing in disguise?
The two looked at each other, a flash of surprise and anticipation in their eyes, even a hint of eagerness to try.
"Yes! Princess Consort!"
"We will definitely... serve His Highness well!"
Amora said with a seductive smile, her attitude shifting instantly.
"Let's go."
Like leading two disobedient but now tamed puppies.
Diana led these two future "cannon fodder" out of the dungeon with large strides.
The Captain of the Guard bowed respectfully to see them off, his face nearly touching the ground.
"Respectfully seeing off the Princess Consort!"
"The Princess Consort is wise and martial!"
...
In the afternoon of Asgard, though the sunlight was bright, it couldn't reach certain secluded corners.
In a side hall of Arthas's Private Chambers, a place originally used for storage or for low-level handmaidens to live, the location was remote and rarely visited.
Diana brought Amora and Lorelei here, pointed to the two clean but somewhat simple wooden beds and the small dressing table in the corner, then turned and left.
She didn't even leave a single extra instruction, leaving only a red silhouette and the wooden door creaking in the wind.
Lorelei flopped onto the hard wooden bed, her blue leather armor looking a bit disheveled from her previous struggles and the walk here.
She glanced at the dusty walls around her, then through the tiny window at the distant, magnificent main hall where Arthas resided.
"Sister."
She turned her head to look at Amora, who was tidying her hair in front of the blurry mirror, her voice full of resentment and confusion.
"Aren't we going to escape?"
"That woman might be powerful, but she can't watch us every second."
"There isn't even a proper barrier here. If we want to leave, now is the best chance."
"Though... I really do want to do that with Arthas, and I want to see just how powerful this future God Kingeveryone praises actually is."
Amora stopped what she was doing.
Through the mirror, she looked at her still beautiful and alluring face.
Although her current situation was a bit pathetic, it didn't hide her charm as the Enchantress at all.
She turned around, walking with a cat-like stride to Lorelei, and reached out to give that resentful little face a gentle pinch.
"You little hussy."
"Can you think of anything else besides that stuff?"
"Escape?"
"Escape to where?"
"Back to that dark, damp dungeon? Or flee Asgard to wander the desolate Nine Realms?"
"Don't forget, we are currently wanted criminals in Asgard. If we leave here, how many people outside will want our lives?"
"And..."
Her eyes became deep and filled with ambition, a meaningful smile curling on her lips.
"I'm not refusing to escape."
"I'm working toward our great goal—taking control of Asgard."
Lorelei blinked her large emerald eyes.
Clearly, her IQ hadn't kept up with her sister's pace.
"Huh?"
Chapter 130: Arthas's Terror
"Sister, I don't understand."
"We're locked up here as maids; how are we supposed to take control of Asgard?"
"Are we supposed to clean this place up and move that man's heart?"
Amora poked her forehead, frustrated by her lack of ambition.
"Stupid!"
"What's going on in that head of yours?"
"Since our magic can't charm Arthas—that guy's Mental Strength is freakishly strong, and that Principal Wife is watching him..."
"Then we'll change our approach."
"The most primitive, yet most effective way."
She puffed out her proud chest, her gaze becoming charming and aggressive.
"Then we'll go in person."
"Using our bodies and our techniques, we'll make that man Arthas obsessed with us sisters."
"Make him unable to leave us, let him indulge in our 'gentle village'."
"Won't the result be the same?"
"As long as we conquer the God King, won't Asgardindirectly be in our hands?"
Lorelei rubbed her sore forehead.
This time, she understood.
Although the logic was a bit convoluted, she understood the core meaning.
"Oh..."
"In the end, Sister just wants to sleep with His Highness Arthas."
"What 'controlling Asgard'? You're just finding an excuse because you want to sleep with that man."
"And you called me a'slutty hoof'; Sister, you're clearly more eager than I am."
She had a look of sudden realization, even carrying a hint of disdain.
Amora's face instantly turned red.
The embarrassment of having her thoughts exposed made her fly into a rage.
"What are you doing!"
"You brat, what nonsense are you talking!"
"This is called strategy! It's called'saving the nation through a curve'! You don't know shit!"
She lunged forward, reaching out to tickle Lorelei.
"Let's see how Sister deals with that big mouth of yours!"
The two sisters wrestled together in that simple little room.
Their clothes were disheveled, revealing glimpses of skin.
Laughter and soft pants echoed in the room, adding a different kind of enchanting color to the originally silent side palace.
Meanwhile.
In another palace complex not far away—the area specifically used to house the Olympian Gods.
The atmosphere seemed somewhat subtle and tense.
Hera, Athena, and Artemis, the three goddesses who had just returned from Arthas's place, were blocked by a group of "sisters" before they could even return to their rooms to rest.
Hestia, the goddess in charge of the hearth and home, stood at the very front with a serious expression.
Demeter, the Goddess of Harvest, held a bunch of freshly cut flowers, looking at them with a complex expression.
Other goddesses were also gathered around, ears perked up, their eyes sparkling with the light of gossip.
"You guys..."
Hestia took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm her emotions.
"You actually ate in secret!"
"We agreed to advance and retreat together, agreed that as exiles of Olympus, we would support each other."
"But you three actually went behind our backs and... and did it with Arthas?"
"And three in one night?"
"This... this is simply improper!"
Facing the questioning of the sisters.
Hera somewhat guiltily smoothed her still-messy hair.
"Oh, Sister Hestia."
"You can't put it like that."
"We didn't eat in secret, we really didn't."
"I didn't expect Little Wen to suddenly see the light."
"Last night, we were originally just going to talk to him about our future."
"But as we talked... the atmosphere got right, the feeling came."
"He was just too passionate, too domineering, and he just... oh, anyway, that's what happened."
She deliberately acted shy and helpless, but her tone carried a hint of showing off.
"And..."
"He made a personal promise after it was over."
"That he would marry us."
"That the entirety of Olympus would merge into the big family of Asgard."
"Don't worry, this 'us' includes you too."
She pointed at Hestia, then at Demeter.
Hestia was stunned for a moment.
The seriousness on her face instantly broke, quickly replaced by a layer of blush.
Although she was a Virgin Goddess in charge of the home, she had always been in a state of ignorance and longing regarding such matters between men and women.
"One thing is one thing."
"Even if... even if it includes us."
"You guys were still eating in secret!"
"Such a good thing... such an important matter, how could you not call us?"
Athena pushed up her non-existent glasses, attempting to defend herself with rational logic.
"You weren't there at the time."
"And it was already late at night; everyone was asleep."
"According to the analysis of the situation at the time, if we didn't go with the flow, we might have missed the optimal strategic window of opportunity."
"So what could we do?"
"Was I supposed to push Arthas away at that critical moment and run to wake you all up one by one?"
"Even if we were there, it couldn't be that many people, right?"
"The room couldn't fit everyone."
Artemis snorted from the side, but her face was also red.
She remembered Arthas's tireless appearance last night, and that heat that almost melted a person.
"Actually... it's not impossible."
She muttered softly.
"Last night, it seemed Arthas hadn't had his fill yet."
"Even dealing with the three of us, even after he had just had a big battle with Diana and the others."
"In the end, he still seemed like he wanted more."
"And his Divine Power is very special; the more people there are, the stronger he seems to get."
"That 'Echo of Love'..."
As the Goddess of Harvest, Demeter was most sensitive to life force.
She keenly caught the keyword.
"Eh?"
"Is Arthas that powerful?"
"So many of us... plus the three of you, and Hela's group of four."
"That adds up to over a dozen gods."
"Can he handle all of them?"
"What kind of life force is that... is it truly as endless as the earth?"
Seeing that the topic had successfully shifted and everyone's interest was piqued, Hera immediately started her "sales pitch."
She immediately entered "pyramid scheme" mode.
She pulled Demeter's hand and patted Hestia's shoulder.
She spoke with a mysterious and exaggerated expression.
"Mhm, really."
"Last night, Arthas first took care of Diana and her group, knocking all four of them out."
"Then he came to find the three of us."
"That night was simply like heavenly thunder meeting earthly fire, the sun and moon losing their light."
"In the end, all seven of us passed out, while he was the only one still standing there full of energy."
"That feeling... how should I put it."
"It was like being embraced by the sun, submerged by a tsunami; one's soul ascended to heaven."
"Not only was there no fatigue, but it felt like our Divine Power had been sublimated."
Hestia covered her red lips as she listened, her face so flushed it looked like it might drip blood.
This kind of description was simply too impactful for a pure Goddess of the Hearth like her.
"Heavens..."
"It's too terrifying..."
"Such a thing... how is it possible..."
But in her eyes, a light called "curiosity" was
flickering.