Amphitreon's footsteps faded away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After confirming that his wife was safe and sound, he left. The arrival of God has thrown the entire palace into turmoil, and there are too many things to deal with at this moment. Reassure the frightened minions, explain the overwhelming Kamui,
and deal with whatever may happen next.
The delivery room returned to quiet. 1r5Rp
The candlelight was still flickering, casting light and shadow on the wall, flickering
brightly and darkly. The morning light coming in from outside the window is getting
brighter and brighter.
Alcmene held him, motionless.
She just sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with her head down. On that
pale face, tears were still flowing silently, drop by drop, falling on the swaddling
clothes.
Hercules lay in the crook of her arm, tilting her small face to meet her red and swollen eyes. 1r5Rp
"Sorry ..."
only tears flowed all the time.
Hercules looked at her.
Her voice was very soft, and the light Hercules thought she didn't make a sound,
This woman who had just given birth to him. This woman who hugged him and shed tears, this woman who threw him into the wilderness with her own hands.
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He didn't blame her at all.
Because he knew that in this era, in this era when the gods were walking on
earth, what could a mortal woman do in the face of the anger of the god queen?
Nothing can be done.
Keep him and everyone will die. She herself, Amphitreon, Iphicles, the innocent
maids, servants, and guards of the entire palace would die. 1r5Rp
That's not alarmism, that's the rule of this era.
Hera wanted a person's life, and it was already a miracle that that person was still alive, unless this person was Hercules, but Hercules actually died in the end.
So she made that choice, throwing away her son and saving everyone.
Then bear the guilt and pain for a lifetime. 1r5Rp
Hercules blinked and looked at the face.
Alcmene was still crying, tears blurring her vision. She couldn't see the baby in
her arms clearly, she could only feel the small weight, the warm body
temperature, and the gently undulating little chest.
She thought he was dead, that he had been carried off by a wild animal, that he... 1r5Rp
But he's back.
Hera personally delivered it back.
She thought she would never see him again in her life.
She didn't know what this meant, didn't know what Hera was thinking, and didn't know what the child's future held.
What it looks like. All she knows is—
He's back. 1r5Rp
He was still in her arms.
Just then, she felt something touch her face.
It was gentle, with a slight coolness in it.
She was stunned. 1r5Rp
Looking down, she saw that tiny hand. That hand, just emerged from the swaddling clothes, was pressed against her face.
On the cheek. Five tiny fingers, slightly spread apart, then slightly closed.
It was as if he was touching her face, as if he was telling her: Don't cry.
Alcmene's breath caught in his throat for a moment.
She looked down at the little hand, at the tiny face, and at the eyes that were looking at her.
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Her tears flowed even more fiercely.
Hercules watched her cry again and sighed inwardly. His hand rested on her face, and he could feel the tears...
The temperature of her skin, the moisture from her tears, and the trembling she was experiencing.
He wanted to say: Don't cry, I'm fine.
But he can't speak.
He could only place his hand there to let her know that he was still there.
Alcmene lowered his head and buried his face in his swaddling clothes, into that small chest.
In this era, the "gods" here are less like lofty, detached beings and more like a group of...
An exceptional person. 1r5Rp
They will laugh.
Laugh as loudly as possible, laugh until the whole of Olympus trembles, laugh until the clouds split open and the sun pours down.
The laughter was so loud that even mortals thousands of miles away could hear the deafening joy.
They will cry.
Cry loudest, cry until the heavens and earth change color, the sun and moon lose their light, cry until rivers flow backward, and mountains collapse!
It moved the entire world. 1r5Rp
They will love.
They love recklessly, by any means necessary. Even if the other person is just a mortal, they'd rather become a bull, an eagle, or a golden statue.
Even rain, they must have. They love with righteous indignation, love as if it were their right, love to the point that the whole world revolves around their desires.
road.
They will also hate.
Especially hatred. 1r5Rp
That kind of hatred was not ordinary hatred.
Human hatred fades with time, is worn down by years, and becomes insignificant in the face of life and death. But God's hatred...
Won't.
God's hatred is eternal.
Like marks etched on a stone wall, they cannot be dispersed by wind or washed away by rain; even after thousands of years, they remain as clear as ever.
Initially. 1r5Rp
Hera hated the women her husband had been with, and hated the children they bore. This hatred lasted for centuries.
The years, from ancient times to the present, from myths to epics, have never diminished.
She will use every means to take revenge, torment, and to destroy.
But at the same time————
Her eyes would soften at the sound of a baby uttering a soft "**".
Even that tiny sound would make her feel as if something had gently tickled her heart.
She would personally feed the baby, her milk would flow like a galaxy, and she would name him—
Hercules.
The Glory of Hera. 1r5Rp
This is the Greek god.
They are not lofty moral exemplars, nor are they flawless ultimate beings. They are human beings, the epitome of human beings.
They magnified everything about humanity a million times, and thus became gods.
Good is the extreme, bad is also the extreme.
Love is the ultimate, and hate is also the ultimate. 1r5Rp
Gentleness is also extreme, and cruelty is also extreme.
Hercules lay there, looking over Alcmene's head, thinking about these things. He
They are the ultimate people.
didn't know when Hera's brief tenderness today would turn into a new round of
hatred.
But at this moment. 1r5Rp
At this moment, he just wanted this woman to stop crying.