Type-Moon, I heard that after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Because of this, the chaste Hera became the best choice for Nuoyan.

"I thought it was hopeless, but because of the prophecy of Clotho, the goddess of fate, I seem to have a chance..."

Just when Nuoyan was muttering and thinking about these things, Jason left, and Nuoyan was bored in this deserted room for a while.

He turned around and took out a paintbrush from his luggage.

This is not an ordinary paintbrush, but a gift from the sage Chiron to Nuoyan.

It was mentioned at the beginning that Nuoyan was extremely talented in art, and the most talented one was painting. When Jason left, it was to ask Nuoyan for a painting, which triggered so many subsequent events.

And on that day, when Chiron realized that Nuoyan's painting had surpassed his own, he gave this paintbrush.

It does not need dyes, just a little water, and it can draw the color that Nuoyan needs... Yes, it is a magic weapon, and it is also the only magic weapon that Nuoyan has on him at present!

To be precise, this is actually Chiron's graduation gift for painting. Of course, Chiron will never admit this, in order to prevent Nuoyan from using this as an excuse to go down the mountain.

Then Nuoyan took out the canvas he brought with him when he went down the mountain from his luggage.

After going out and asking the servants to find a stand and fetch some water, Nuoyan sat by the window and thought about the canvas under the bright afternoon sun.

What should I paint...

Oh, by the way, if I want to get Hera's attention, I think I can make a vow to her like in many stories. Let me think... Why not just say that I am willing to dedicate everything to her, so I don't plan to get married?

Nuoyan was originally thinking about painting, and while his thoughts were divergent, his hand naturally picked up the paintbrush, and after dipping it in water, he began to draw on the canvas.

And thinking carefully, I seem to have forgotten one thing all along, that is, if it is a heroic spirit, there is another very important thing.

That is... the treasure!

Yeah, I haven't found my treasure yet!

Legends sublimate and eventually form treasures. Are there any legends that can be sublimated into treasures? Well, it seems that there are none? !

Oh, it's a close call. Fortunately, I didn't die.

If I die and find out that my treasure is my second-rate archery, I will really cry!

If I think about it this way, for the sake of treasures, whether it is the twelve trials of Hercules or the wild boar of Calydon, I really have to find a way to sneak in...

The brush in my hand gently outlined a figure on the canvas.

It was some silver long hair scattered around the waist.

And the pair of golden eyes that seemed to be able to see everything in the world.

At the same time,

"Huh?"

Athena, who was still staying in the kingdom and had not left yet, suddenly raised her head and cast a puzzled look at the palace.

"Who is it, calling me all the time..."

In the Age of Gods, don't call the names of gods casually, and don't miss them too much, because they can really hear and feel it!

"Hey, wait, how come I feel the mark I left behind, could this feeling be..."

Athena blinked, and the next moment when she showed surprise in her eyes, she disappeared from the spot.

And then, she appeared behind Nuoyan.

When she came behind him, just when Athena was about to say hello to Nuoyan, she immediately covered her mouth the next moment.

Because she saw Nuoyan sitting by the window, facing the afternoon sun, with a faint smile on his lips, waving the pen in his hand calmly and elegantly.

He seemed very casual, but very serious.

After all, Nuoyan didn't even notice her arrival.

At the same time, she also saw her image slowly appearing in the painting.

Exquisite painting skills...Athena blinked slightly at this, and then looked at Nuoyan with more interest.

Whether it was Nuoyan's act of turning the tide this morning or the prophecy told to her by the goddess of fate Clotho, Athena was undoubtedly very interested.

And at this moment, she discovered another side of Nuoyan.

So she stood aside without saying anything, quietly watching him draw himself.

And when Nuoyan, whose mind was scattered, came back to his senses, he looked at the silver-haired and golden-eyed goddess who had been painted more than halfway in the painting, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Why did I draw her... Is it because she impressed me too much when I first saw her, or because she was the first goddess I saw?"

Hearing Nuoyan's whisper, Athena, who was covering her mouth behind him, was about to pat him on the shoulder gently.

But suddenly found that Nuoyan's expression changed and frowned seriously.

Nuoyan looked at the goddess in the painting, the goddess who looked unusually gentle with a smile, and suddenly felt a strong sense of disobedience at this moment!

"... No."

What's wrong?

Athena tilted her head.

"This is not her." Nuoyan said to himself.

Then, under Athena's puzzled gaze, Nuoyan waved his hand and erased the portrait on the canvas with the brush in his hand.

And this time, he devoted himself to the painting in front of him.

At this moment, Nuoyan painted very slowly.

But Athena did not feel bored. Instead, she stared at the gradually completed painting, her mouth slowly opened.

And the promise that has entered the state more and more has already forgotten the concept of time.

The goddess in the painting did not know when she held a shield in her left hand and raised a spear in her right hand.

That pure white dress is now also covered with golden armor.

On the canvas, there is an outline of the dawn when the night is torn apart by light.

In the painting, she stands alone outside a magnificent temple that has just been illuminated by the sun.

She lowered her head and stared at the world with her golden eyes.

She is still smiling, but she is different from the gentle goddess image before. Although her eyes at this moment are still gentle, she is more proud and confident. Her golden eyes are insightful of everything in the world, as if she will Everything is under control.

The breeze blew over her face, causing her waist-length silver hair to flutter slightly in the wind.

The light of dawn illuminated her body, like the brightest pearl in the sea of ​​stars.

a long time,

When the remaining light of the sunset falls on the promise.

He finally stopped writing in his hand.

Nuoyan stared at the figure in the painting, and after a while...

"Athena, the goddess of wisdom..."

He whispered Athena's name.

At this moment, I finally knew who the goddess I met for the first time was.

And at the same moment,

"Um."

The goddess responded softly and lowered her head.

He chuckled in Nuoyan's ear and said, "Yes, it's me."

"You really gave me surprises again and again, promise."

Chapter 13 An ending that shocked the world!

At this moment, under the late dusk, Promise tilted his head, and Athena bent down, and some of her silver hair fell on his shoulders.

The two blinked and looked at each other for a while.

"Wait--" Nuo Yan, whose eyes gradually widened, subconsciously stood up and raised his voice and said: "Athena, why are you here...!"

Facing her sudden appearance, before he could say anything about his promise to get up, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly hit him.

While the world was spinning, everything in front of him was also dark.

And at this moment, as if she had expected it, Athena reached out and hugged the shaking promise into her arms.

After a while, Nuo Yan finally recovered.

Then he felt the softness and fragrance of the goddess. Just when he felt very comfortable, his body relaxed and he subconsciously prepared to enjoy it for a while longer.

Nuoyan suddenly realized that this goddess was Athena.

While she is the goddess of wisdom in Olympus, she is also a virgin like the moon goddess Artemis!

So Nuo Yan, whose body stiffened, immediately left Athena's arms.

Athena blinked her golden eyes, looked at Nuo Yan standing in front of her, and smiled: "You can rest a little longer, I don't care."

"No, no, Goddess Athena..." Nuo Yan forced out a smile and desperately controlled his steps to retreat.

No problem with the promise. Although she is a virgin like Artemis, it does not mean that she is a love brain like Artemis!

"Well..." Athena narrowed her eyes slightly, and her golden eyes seemed to see through everything about the promise in front of her, putting great psychological pressure on the promise.

She was aware that Nuoyan was thinking bad things, and she had the ability to directly peek into Nuoyan's thoughts, but in the end Athena did not do so.

Athena turned her head and looked at the dazzling herself in the painting beside her, then looked at Nuoyan again, recalling the surprise that the young man gave her today.

So she gave grace.

"Did you always know who I was?"

Athena said this, took two steps forward, took out a golden apple from nowhere, and personally fed it into Nuoyan's mouth.

Then he took the steps that he could not wait for and came to the painting.

And under the gaze of Nuoyan biting the golden apple, he carefully picked up the painting, looked at it, and showed the most real smile so far, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

The setting sun shone on her body, and the breeze outside the window blew her waist-length silver hair. Although Athena at this moment was not as dazzling as in the painting, she still had a soft beauty.

With this promise engraved in his eyes, he almost couldn't help but sit down again and record this beautiful scene.

He resisted the urge of being a painter, and after taking a bite of the golden apple in his mouth, it turned into a warm current that swept through his body, shaking his decadent spirit, and then Nuoyan came back to his senses and shook his head. Athena replied: "No, I don't know."

After saying that, he paused for a moment to make a promise before continuing: "I was just halfway through the painting, and I felt that this is the real you..."

Speaking of this promise, he also looked at the painting.

Yes, Nuoyan didn't know it at first. After he felt a sense of dissonance in the middle of the painting, he pieced together and reconstructed Athena's true appearance in his mind.

And finally drew it.

And when he drew it completely, Nuoyan also knew who she was.

"...It seems Hera is indeed right."

Hearing this, he moved his eyes away from the painting and focused on Athena on the promise again.

He sighed with emotion: "You are indeed an excellent child."

Promise is a genius,

Even though he is indeed at the bottom of Chiron's sect, he is indeed a genius in painting, and his talent can only be praised as stunning!

After all, it only took him three years to completely surpass Chiron.

The reason why Nuoyan never cared about it was not because he didn't know his own strength.

In addition to Chiron not saying much about it in order to prevent Nuoyan from using it as an excuse to go down the mountain, the main reason was that the legend of the Heroic Spirit Class Card did not have this bonus engraved on it.

So Nuoyan always regarded it as a pastime and didn't care about it.

But he didn't realize that the reason why it was not engraved on the class card was simply because he himself did not leave behind a painting that could be called a legend.

And now it is obvious that it exists!

Facing Athena's praise in front of him, Nuoyan was not happy. He thought of something because of this, so at this moment, his eyes looking at Athena suddenly became strange.