Hydrology, a type of writing that is difficult to describe as being innate or acquired.

Reading silently, Andrea seemed to be reading a surging ocean.

Every symbol, every turn, every punctuation mark is like the embodiment of thought in books, and the manifestation of condensed knowledge.

Because in fact, the reason why the hydrological priesthood includes writing is the result of the first generation of goddess of wisdom inadvertently expanding the priesthood, rather than an innate ability.

After all, Chaos is not a god without innate writing, and Metis's ministry is more inclined towards the laws and phenomena of water's changes and movements in nature.

As for how she gave meaning to these phenomena, and even used pictographic means to make them into a kind of text, that is another matter.

On this basis, the modifications made by Athena are the cornerstone for taking it a step further.

"Water, the foundation of the world."

“It is the most primitive liquid in the world, and it happens to have three most natural forms.”

"If I can understand its essence, I can get closer to the realm of the goddess, transcend the limitations of a priest, and become a rare priest with divinity in the world."

"But it's true. My talent is still too mediocre."

"You really think too highly of me to expect me to make such a breakthrough..."

The voice was low, and Andrea held the sword in her arms.

Just as she said, as clergy of the true God, limited by the realm of the source of their faith, it would have been impossible for their priests to step into the realm of demigods.

But there are always exceptions in the world. If there really is a genius among the clergy that appears once in a thousand years, it is not impossible to break the limitations.

But Andrea was obviously still a little lacking, at least she didn't think she could do it.

So today, the reason why she is still studying is no longer because she hopes to understand the mystery of water.

She acts more as a narrator, imparting the knowledge she has learned from books to the sword in her hand.

It sounds a bit strange for a person to teach a sword, but Andrea is not joking.

She was really teaching, and the other party was really listening.

This process can even speed up the integration of the power in the blood of the gods and strengthen the power it possesses.

Click...

Click...

Crackling...

From time to time, a faint sound could be heard from the trash can in the remote part of the room.

After a while, the magic mirror rolled over with difficulty, and the last piece of debris stuck to its own mirror surface.

Slightly curved, like a bow.

Then he jumped with all his strength and jumped directly out of the barrel.

After a crisp sound, it finally returned to the room.

"Huh... This mirror has such a hard life."

"As great as I am, I don't even have a sword that has a sense of existence."

He sighed pretentiously and looked at the sharp sword. A strange light flashed on the surface of the magic mirror.

Faintly, the shadow of the sword was reflected in it, and the light of divinity rose in it.

And when Andrea recited the history of civilization, it rose and fell as if it was breathing, as if undergoing some kind of miraculous transformation.

Compared to Andrea's ignorance, the magic mirror actually knew why.

Because before the previous owner of this sword fulfilled it with himself, the other party was already a person with a firm mind and his own pursuits.

Although Theseus never said it out loud, when he died, his legacy would not lie.

He was a great humanist in the true sense, and what he pursued was never the rise and fall of a certain kingdom.

If he had to say, perhaps what he wanted was to free humans from the constraints of the gods and gain an equal status with them - and the magic mirror suspected that if he could really do this, perhaps he could indeed complete his sublimation with this incredible miracle and become a racial god that relied on human civilization and was not bound by blood.

Of course, in today's age, Theseus's idea is doomed to fail.

Even if he happened to be born in Athens, the goddess of wisdom doesn't care what her followers want to do.

Otherwise, even the Church of Knowledge would probably become his enemy.

"So the reason why it can devour the blood of gods in battle is nothing more than an extension of Theseus's path in his lifetime."

"And the reason why it is interested in the history of civilization is because this is one of the sources of its power."

"The best outcome for it would be to be bound to the human race and accumulate strength over a long period of time... but no matter what, you can't do this."

The last sentence was said to Andrea. The magic mirror was obviously not content with the silence without any sense of existence, but wanted to show its own value.

"So Mr. Mirror, what do you think?"

"It's very simple."

The magic mirror was very excited and suggested:

"I suggest you stop using it to kill gods and spirits. It's better to use it to kill people."

"The gods are immortal, but the kings and heroes among men do not have such a strong vitality."

"If you can use it to kill all the kings and nobles who believe in gods, maybe you can also train it into a magic sword. How about calling it 'Pale Justice'?"

"If you don't like this name, I have other options, such as 'Holy Avenger'... Ahem, since you don't like it, forget it."

The magic mirror stopped talking decisively, seemed to be much more obedient, and Andrea also withdrew her hand.

"Mr. Magic Mirror, it seems you will still be quiet."

He nodded, but did not accept the suggestions that sounded reasonable but were actually punishable by law.

Andrea was silent for a while, then asked softly:

"By the way, Mr. Magic Mirror, do you know where Ivan went?"

"……what?"

"I mean, facing the current situation, I need him to give me some useful advice."

Andrea explained seriously:

"You see, although we have blocked the coalition's offensive now, we have no chance of winning in the short term."

"Soldiers from both sides died in large numbers on the battlefield, and we were helpless..."

"As long as the Divine Court does not issue an order, there will be no end to this battle."

"So at this time, we should find a new way out."

When you are in trouble, you must change. When you change, you will be able to get through. When you get through, you will last long. This is the principle of water, and it can naturally be applied to the mortal world as well.

However, the magic mirror didn't know how to answer this question.

"Well... about this matter... my creator has already done it - maybe?"

The tone was vague and the magic mirror hesitated for a moment.

It seemed a little embarrassed that it had finally received a question but couldn't answer it, so it couldn't help but whispered:

"By the way, how about you change the question?"

"Like 'Mirror, mirror, tell me who is the most beautiful woman in the world' or something like that."

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an accurate answer this time...Ah - I'm dead!"

Snapped--

It fell straight down and broke into pieces, but this time, the magic mirror did not try to return to its original state, but used this as an excuse to avoid answering the question.

Watching this scene, Andrea felt a little amused, but also a little helpless.

It was obvious that the other party did not want to reveal Ivan's whereabouts to her.

It was as if I had never really understood him from the beginning to the end.

"…Forget it, let's go back to Athens in a couple of days."

"The tug of war on the front line has been going on for a long time, and some people are getting impatient again."

The divine nobles of Athens each had their own origins, but it was obvious that none of them were descendants of Athena.

Therefore, since Theseus ended the local autonomy of Athens in his early years, these local people have been very different from the nobles of other kingdoms.

In addition, the chief wizard of Athens, the great alchemist Hermes, has not appeared for a while, so Andrea must find time to go back.

Only by solving the problem at its infancy can we avoid many subsequent troubles.

……

Time flies, and time passes quickly.

On earth, although fate has long been distorted beyond recognition, there is still some inertia that exists.

Just like in the original trajectory, Odysseus, who offended Poseidon, received guidance from Athena and eventually regained his throne.

He still received enlightenment now, but the result was different.

At the same time, more similar things are happening.

It's just that under the cover of the gods' actions, it doesn't seem so clear.

On this day, at the edge of the starry sky.

Under the dim and deep sky, a dark silence enveloped the place.

At the very edge, some remaining power is intertwined with each other.

Let the space be broken and reassembled, where history and future intersect.

At a certain moment, a cane with a dim yellow and green color stretched out from a suddenly opened crack in space, sweeping the surroundings with a thought.

After observing the surrounding environment, it seemed that I had made some surprising discoveries.

A considerable amount of divine power suddenly burst out from the top of the cane, carrying its owner out with it.

"Huh... Ho... Huh..."

"Finally... What the hell is this place... How could there be such an area in the starry sky..."

With heavy breathing, gentle divine light illuminated the dark star field.

Glancing at the darkness behind her with lingering fear, the Goddess of Agriculture looked unhappy.

She has been trapped here for a long time. Ever since she was exiled by that rude force of space, Demeter has fallen directly into this star field that was formed in an unknown way.

Although she was not alone at the time, Voros was with her, ready to fulfill his promise.

But compared to her, the other party easily broke free from the spatial force.

However, considering that the employer was still here, the other party did not leave just like that.

"So Demeter, you don't have to look at me like that."

"I have a strong sense of professional ethics. Once I have promised something, I will definitely do it."

The space fluctuated slightly, and the next moment, a young man with wings on his back flew out from the chaotic and dark space.

His demeanor was very calm, without any trace of fear or dread.

"As you can see, I followed you after you fell in, and I didn't leave you alone to face the loneliness here."

"Even if you can't come out for the time being, I will come here to see you every now and then."

"There aren't many gods as serious and responsible as me. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"you!"

Opening her mouth to speak, looking at Volos with a hint of regret in his smile, Demeter, who was filled with resentment, just wanted to curse.

What does it mean to be serious and responsible?

You can come and go freely here!

If you wanted, you could have pulled me out of here on the first day I got stuck here, instead of leaving me struggling here alone...

In fact, looking back at a time in the past, the goddess of agriculture felt like a pet in a theater, to be viewed and entertained by guests.

"You think too much. The reason why I come to see you every once in a while is really just to confirm whether you have come out. I don't mean to come and see you make fun of me."

"But I also have things I need to do, and I can't stay here for long just because of you."

"So if you have any complaints... then there is nothing I can do."

Shrugging, Volos said indifferently.

"...Okay, I'll take that as the case."

Taking a deep breath, Demeter tried to calm her emotions.

She didn't want to argue with the other party anymore, because in her opinion, the whole process of arguing would only make the other party laugh at one more thing.

Just like at the beginning, she had questioned why the other party didn't take her away directly, and Volos's reply was equally justified.

He stated that he was not Demeter's servant and that the transaction between them did not involve her getting into trouble herself.

Besides, this area is so unusual that even he is unwilling to say too much here.

So in the end, the goddess of agriculture had to rely on herself to get out of it, and suffered a lot in the process.

"Your Highness Volos, now that I'm out, can you tell me the origins of this place?"

"I have lived in this world for nearly ten thousand years, and I never knew there was such a star field here, with characteristics that even my divine power cannot easily break free of."

Demeter asked, having finally escaped from the cage. Her fear of this place was beyond words.

"of course."

"Now that you're out, you're always welcome to seek revenge on its creator."

The speed of flapping wings subconsciously increased a lot, and Volos waved his hand, absorbing a ray of "darkness" from the surroundings.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and the goddess of agriculture knew that although the other party's behavior seemed simple, it was actually difficult for her to do it even if she tried her best.

Because if she uses her divine power to come into contact with these forces, it will eventually turn into a collision of forces between the two sides.

And if she didn't use her divine power to touch them, her divine body would be silently wiped out, as if they had never existed.

"Are you trying to tell me that this power comes from the participation of the Dark Lord's power?"

Demeter frowned slightly, a little skeptical.

"That's impossible. I don't doubt that he has this kind of power, but if it's just the traces left after he fought with other beings, it's impossible to trap a powerful god for such a long time."

"Even if I'm not good at fighting, this is too bizarre."

"Like Mount Odilus, which was once the battlefield between the previous God King and the Earth Mother."

"But if I could use all my power there, there's no way it would trap me."