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Chapter 48 The Stove Goddess’s Big Failure

Crete, the royal city of Knossos.

With the arrival of the harvest festival, the whole street is filled with joy. Residents who have been busy for most of the year can finally take a break to tidy up their homes and enjoy this season's freshly shelled wheat grains and rice.

The smoke from the kitchen in the evening curls up.

A warm fire was lit, sumptuous meals were served on the table, and tempting aromas filled the air from every house.

In the city's sacrificial square, priestesses in white robes held torches, lit incense wood and spices, and offered bulls, cows, pigs, fruits, honeycombs, fruit trees, rice ears and chestnuts to Demeter, the god of agriculture. Wait for the sacrifices that represent the harvest and joy, and pray sincerely, hoping that next year will continue to be blessed by the gods and the weather will be smooth.

Both sisters, Demeter has a similar image to Hera, but she has a kinder appearance and does not have the majesty of the Queen of Heaven.

In the dancing firelight, the statue of Demeter being worshiped is a kind-hearted woman. She wears a ring crown made of golden wheat ears, and holds wheat ears, daffodils, torches, and fruit baskets in her hands. , the horn of plenty or a basket with symbols such as a sickle.

Looking from a distance, it seems like seeing a hazy and warm glimmer in the dark night.

As the ceremony gradually came to an end, the residents who had finished their dinner also walked out of their homes in twos and threes, sharing their homemade snacks and Corn of Plenty-shaped bread with their neighbors.

The noise of the festival and the aroma of food also spread into Hestia's courtyard through the outer wall.

However, this year, the goddess of the stove did not open the door to enjoy the festive atmosphere as usual. Instead, she squatted in the backyard nursery, planting seedlings with her hands covered in mud, and her white silver teeth crunched under the starlight.

Damn Athena! They demolished the house as soon as they arrived! I won't let you in next time!

As Hestia worked, she complained about her restless niece.

Around the harvest festival is the best time for farming.

She wants to plant new seedlings as soon as possible to rejuvenate her ruined yard.

Fortunately, although you need to spend some time farming behind closed doors, the celebration of the Harvest Festival will last for seven days. After this busy period is over, you will still have the opportunity to enjoy the festival.

Hestia thought to herself to comfort herself. After planting the last bunch of seedlings in her hand, she stood up and turned her head to look at the center of the yard.

On the ground covered with dead leaves and twigs, a guest from afar was lying on the ground, motionless.

Although nearly a hundred hideous wounds on the surface of his body have initially healed and scabbed, he still hasn't woken up. His fists are clenched tightly, the muscles on his body are full of tension, and there are deep carvings between his eyebrows.

It seemed that in his sleep, he was still fighting and fighting selflessly.

On the side, a purple-haired young girl was squatting next to the man, waiting motionless.

It’s been two days…

Does that girl Athena need to be so harsh?
Hestia shook her head and once again cursed the eldest niece who caused her trouble. Then she walked forward, patted the little girl on the shoulder, and pointed to the door with a smile.

"Anna, the Harvest Festival is here. It's a rare opportunity. Let's go out and have fun."

The laughter on the street and the fragrance wafting from the street made little Medusa, who was still a child at heart, couldn't help but show a trace of yearning.

But then, she shook her head slightly, and her eyes fell on Lorne, who was lying on the ground.

Hestia understood immediately and immediately patted her chest and generously accepted everything.

"Don't worry, I will help keep an eye on him here. He will be fine."

However, little Medusa still shook her head and looked firmly at Lorne in front of her.

"I have to wait for him to wake up..." Seeing that she couldn't persuade this stubborn little girl, Hestia could only give up and scolded her eldest niece in her heart for leaving a lot of mess for her to clean up. A bloody mess.

The sun rises and sets, day and night change.

Since Lorne, who was lying dead, showed no sign of waking up for several days, little Medusa took advantage of the situation and settled in Hestia's mansion.

However, it is never appropriate to live and eat for free.

In order to repay this kindness, little Medusa, who has simple values ​​and sense of morality, began to help clean up the housework in her free time; or follow Hestia and help water the nursery and loosen the soil...

Although the Stove Goddess didn't say anything about this little girl who was cold-faced and warm-hearted, she was undoubtedly more and more fond of her. Not only did she often talk to her to relieve her boredom, but she also made her her favorite dish reviewer. member.

For several nights in a row, Hestia even sent out invitations to stay together, wanting to drag the cute little Anna into the bed and move her hard.

It's a pity that no matter how enthusiastic the stove goddess is, a certain guy lying dead in the yard is still the first thing little Anna misses.

Whenever the housework was done, little Anna would never leave the house or leave the house. She would squat next to Lorne at regular intervals, eagerly waiting for him to wake up.

Not only that, when the sun is shining, she will put up partitions for it;

When a storm approaches, she will hold a big umbrella for it;
When the night gets colder, she will bring the brazier from the house and lie quietly aside until dawn.

Even though Hestia tried to persuade her several times and swore that nothing would happen to a certain solid guy, the little girl still had her own way of doing things with a stubborn spirit in her bones.

Gee, when will this guy wake up...

In the house, Hestia was finishing up the living room, sitting by the fire as usual, looking towards the backyard and talking, when there was a clear knocking sound in front of the door.

The bored stove goddess subconsciously got up and opened the door.

As the familiar smiling face emerged from the crack of the half-open door, Hestia's forehead was suddenly covered with black lines. Then without saying a word, she closed the door with a bang and snorted angrily at the door. .

"I'm not here! There's no one!"

"you sure?"

A playful inquiry came, and Athena who came outside the door raised the corners of her lips, playing with a crystal vial between her fingers, and her voice was teasing.

"I came here this time, but I brought the [Secret Dew of Life] that I finally obtained from Aunt Demeter. If you weren't here..."

"boom!"

Before Athena could finish speaking, Hestia, who couldn't hold herself back, opened the door and snatched the crystal vial containing transparent liquid from Athena's hand with gleaming eyes, holding it against her cheek fondly for a while. Dilly-dallying.

This is the [Secret Dew of Life] that possesses the divine nature of the God of Agriculture and can rejuvenate all things! Finally, you don’t have to worry about the seedlings in your yard not surviving the winter!

"So, can I come in now, Auntie?"

Athena outside the door looked at Hestia with a satisfied look on her face and asked with a smile.

The stove goddess's expression changed from gloomy to bright. She rolled her eyes angrily at the niece who had left a lot of mess for her, and then she let the door open with a soft hum.

"You still have a conscience!"

　It goes without saying who is the main palace, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)