You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"Lord Chaos." Someone knocked on the door.

The God of Chaos was sitting in his seat reading a book, he raised his hand, "Please come in."

The white-haired girl came in through the crack of the door, "What can I do for you?"

"Come here." Chaos God said, beckoning, "Let me see you."

The girl came over obediently, and she obediently sat opposite Chaos. He reached out and touched the girl's head and face.

"To be honest, I didn't expect today." Chaos said with a smile, and put the book on the other side.

"I thought you were going to die." Chaos said, rubbing his forehead, "If I'm being honest, I might tell you frankly that I'm willing to give you that power just because you're willing to die. "

"Resurrect my children after thousands of years." Chaos said, "Do you think I am despicable?"

"No." The girl said softly, "Thank you for your willingness to share your heart with me."

Chaos smiled, hooked his fingers, let the teapot float over, and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"Life comes after death." Chaos repeated, "This word is really mysterious."

"To be honest, I don't have enough grasp of this power." Chaos said with a smile, "But as the most primitive god, I have such a little privilege after all, so I think, there may be more or less powers that I can't grasp. A little thing called surprise."

"You are the strangest child I have ever seen." He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The girl smiled, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

"I'm really not a good boy who obeys discipline." She said with a smile.

Chaos looked at her, with a look of kindness in his black eyes.

"Fate has not been fair to you from the very beginning of your life." Chaos said.

"Yes, he favors me." The girl said with a smile.

Chaos froze for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

He fell silent, "What are you going to do in the future?"

"Maybe live a life you like." The girl said softly, "I want to raise some sheep, or do odd jobs, print books, or try to teach students. Of course, it's best not to be reported as wrong son."

"I have to find something for myself to do." She tilted her head and showed a bright smile, "If I don't have anything to do, maybe I will do something that everyone shouts and beats me. "

"The things I have done in my life can be regarded as notorious." The girl said with a smile.

Chaos nodded.

"Yeah, notoriety," he said. "Don't you ever blame me for being unfair to you?"

"This is the path I chose, Lord Chaos." The girl said softly, staring at the darkness and chaos in the distance, "I thought I convinced you."

"You really convinced me." Chaos admitted, "Speaking of which, many years ago, Moros asked Gaia and me about the result of a divination."

The girl looked at him with curiosity in her eyes.

"He asked us if you would marry him."

The girl laughed.

"When did this happen."

"It was very early, when we didn't know that you would be such a notorious goddess." Chaos also laughed, "Then we made a fortune teller for him."

"The result was extremely desperate." Chaos said with a smile, "The divination says that if you don't wear the crown, you won't be anyone's bride."

The girl covered her mouth and laughed.

"It's really hurtful." The girl said softly.

"Have you decided to marry him?" Chaos asked.

The girl smiled.

"Let's see how he behaves." She said, turning her head away to avoid Chaos' gaze.

The goddess stood up, and Chaos felt a little different. She was no longer the little girl who sneaked in in her memory. She had grown up, her figure became taller, and some of the obvious characteristics of her childhood were deepened. .

However, her long hair was simply braided and coiled behind her head. She was wearing an ordinary shirt with rolled up cuffs and gray trousers with suspenders. She looked like an ordinary worker or herders.

Chaos searched his memory, and he found that the girl had never dressed up, and she always kept her promise.

Will be with the poorest, will be with the insulted and the injured.

Will be the last person in the world to endure inequality, will be the last person in the world to be free.

"Aren't they stupid?" someone might have asked her.

"They are the most energetic people in the world, and they are also the people with the most enthusiasm and potential." The girl would reply, "It would be too arrogant to use a word like stupid."

"Speaking of which." Chaos' voice came from behind, "No matter who the bride is, she is radiant."

"Of course." The girl half turned her head and said with a smile, "No matter how ordinary a girl is, she will become radiant when she is loved."

Chaos stretched out his hand and threw the seeds into his teacup, but after the gods wear crowns, they will have their own plants and animals as symbols.

And in his heart, he already had the answer.

She is the brightest blue iris, representing the freedom and light that never fades.

"I'm done chatting with Master Chaos." Moros asked softly, stretched out his hand, and the girl put her hand on his palm and nodded.

"What did he say?" Moros asked.

"I didn't say anything." The girl yawned, she seemed to remember something, and she suddenly regained her energy.

"You were really amazing back then." The girl couldn't help but said, "Except for me, why does the whole world know that you plan to propose to my father?"

"So this kind of thing, you have to inform me more or less." The girl said reproachfully.

Moros's face quickly climbed a thin layer of red.

"I thought you knew."

"How could I know." The girl said sternly, "At that time, all I could think about was how to pull Cronus off the horse, I was very busy, and I'm not a bad person after all, so I didn't intend to let you sit with me. "

"Okay, your mind was full of another man at that time." Moros turned his head.

"Who did you learn the yin and yang strangeness from?" the girl said unhappily.

Moros couldn't help laughing.

"with you."

"I've never been angry before." The girl said with a serious face.

Moros smiled.

"I didn't take it out of context." She said seriously.

"Okay okay, I was wrong," Moros admitted.

The girl glanced at him and laughed.

“It would be insincere to admit mistakes too quickly.”

"I'm always wrong." Moros said unfairly.

The girl crossed her arms and looked at his face. Her purple eyes were sharp and sharp, and it was written all over her face that I must pick out a hundred of your faults today.

Eventually she gave up.

She bent down and picked up a small stone.

Flicked it in the hand.

Then let it fly away.

It is a pure and clear blue butterfly, so beautiful that it is unreal, she seems to like this butterfly very much.

"What breed is it?" Moros asked.

"Humans call it the Goddess of Joy." The girl replied with a smile, the pure blue butterflies dancing in the wind, "I think the name sounds nice."

Moros stretched out his hand, and the butterfly landed on his palm.

He looked at its slender tentacles, and its graceful color.

"I watched you play this kind of trick thousands of years ago." He sighed softly, "but today this kind of trick still surprises me."

"I said, have you always talked like this, haven't you been beaten?"

The girl couldn't help laughing, put her arms around his shoulders from behind, and pressed heavily on his body, "Can't you brew a little bit of gorgeous vocabulary?"

"It would be great if you really proposed back then." The girl smiled and raised a finger, "Although I think your power is tailor-made for the circus, and it is useless except for making small tricks. But Lord Moros, I condescend to marry you."

"How could I say that," Moros retorted.

"Then I won't miss you for so many years." The girl said with a smile.

Both of them couldn't help laughing.

"What if I said that," Moros asked, wiping away tears.

"I will definitely beat you up." The girl vowed, "I will beat you until Master Chaos can't recognize you."

"That was horrible," Moros said. "I'll have to think of a richer vocabulary when I get back."

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you." The girl whispered in his ear, "Let me ask you, do you really want to be with me?"

"As an untied boat, are you really willing to take risks and pain forever?"

Moros raised his hand, and golden threads overflowed from the air. Prometheus knew that they were threads of fate, one was his and the other was his own.

Many, many years ago, she joked that she would tie the two strings together to give him a guarantee that she would never walk away casually.

He was so scared that he snatched it back.

Now God of Destiny's nimble and slender fingers are arranging the two threads, and then knotting them together.

This is the combination of human law and divine law.

This is an oath to be the same person from now on, her bones are my bones, and my blood is her blood.

Whether rich or poor.

Either meet or separate.

We are always bound together.

Will not separate unless cut short.

The God of Destiny gently loosened the palms that were joined together, and the two golden threads were tied together by him, exuding a faint brilliance, continuing to stretch forward and intertwined, heralding the road ahead.

The girl laughed and reached out to touch it.

"Actually, I was thinking, maybe many, many years ago, they were tied together." She said with a smile, "You must have done something wrong."

"Otherwise, why have I started liking you since that summer afternoon."

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