A goddess inviting him to bed!!
To accept or to refuse?!
In this situation, the knife was in her hands, and he was the fish on the chopping block.
To be honest, unlike last time with Aphrodite, if the person in question was not completely indiscriminate in her tastes, Night's resistance was not quite so strong.
Life was like being forced. When you could not fight back, perhaps you could choose to enjoy it.
As if!
Mach even told Night that she had already used a small method to block spiritual perception around this area.
Do not think about getting the word out or seeking a chief god's protection.
The moon goddess could not hear a sound from here right now.
Just like when the moon goddess once activated seal-magic mode, the moment Mach pressed herself against him and made skin contact just now, she also completed a blackout mode, completely sealing Night in and blocking any outside detection.
Except for a perspective that was already watching this place closely, or rather one that was somewhere nearby, perhaps outside the tent, somewhere on an open patch of ground or a branch, and could still see what was happening here with the naked eye.
No divine sense could penetrate inside.
The goddess Mach declared that today she had no intention of giving him any chance to escape!
And yet, just as Night had braced himself.
Fine, bring it on then.
Who was afraid of whom?
With the goddess Mach's identity, not to mention her figure and appearance, he would not be the one losing out anyway.
If he could not refuse, then he would just not refuse.
He was a carnivore after all!
But as expected, the unexpected happened.
Boom!!
With an intoxicated and satisfied expression, Mach looked at Night's feigned resistance and disgust, then pressed forward to forcibly kiss him, intending to claim this beautiful mortal's innocence.
Ahh.
Just thinking about how she would be ahead of all the other gods in obtaining this beautiful person was already sending Mach to cloud nine.
Boom!
A pebble suddenly flew in from outside, smashing hard against the back of her head.
Ah!!
Mach let out a cry of pain.
Then she showed eyes burning with fury.
Who was it?
But after Mach swept the area with her divine sense and got nothing back at all.
When she realized the thing that hit her was actually just a small stone, Mach said with contempt.
"A pebble? A child's game!!"
She directly controlled the doors and windows to close, and was about to continue undressing...
Boom, boom, boom!!
One after another, numerous pebbles flew in from outside, as though passing directly through space, no longer even pretending...
Not even going through the door, several point-targeted hits piercing through space one after another, aimed precisely at Mach's body, wherever was softest, that is where they shot.
Ahhhh!!!!
In the end, Mach let out scream after scream!
Hiss!!
Just looking at that was painful.
Even Night felt sorry watching.
Finally...
Realizing that there was another divine being secretly interfering, and still reluctant to part with Night's bewitchingly beautiful body and face, Mach looked at the man in front of her.
"Griffith, do you want to leave with me. I would hide you somewhere no one could ever find you and let you experience only pleasure for eternity."
Night: "..."
Good lord. I originally thought this was just a one-night affair.
You are actually planning to turn me into a permanent fixture for daily use.
He, of course, could not agree to that!
And with Night's refusal, Mach's gaze turned cold, and she prepared to take him by force.
"This is not your choice to make, hero Griffith!" As she said this, she drew on a crimson divine power that made the spirit begin to feel chaotic and frenzied, intending to wrap it around Night and seal his senses to take him away.
But the next moment...
The divine artifact within Night's body, the authority of Artemis's Arrow, was activated, suddenly erupting with a burst of brilliant light.
Boom!!
The moonlight, invaded by another divine power, self-activated its protective mode and shot out a beam that pierced straight through the crimson goddess.
Mach let out a scream of terror, then, as though she saw a ghost, fled and vanished from the room.
Leaving behind only one final voice filled with utter hatred and a curse.
"Very well! Hero who refused the courtship of the goddess of misfortune! Be prepared to bear the curse of misfortune!
Hateful Artemis!!
You have been watching all along, have you not? Both just now and the latest attack were you, were they not?
I will not forget today's humiliation!
In the future, you will all pay a painful price for mocking me today!!"
In the end, she actually exposed herself, exactly as expected.
It was Eris, the goddess of misfortune.
Apparently, she mistakenly believed that Artemis had never actually left and had already recognized her presence long ago, working together with her follower just now to toy with her.
She probably assumed her true identity was already discovered.
An utter and unbearable disgrace.
She had always been the one toying with others.
When had she ever been played this badly herself?
And at this moment...
On the tree outside Night's tent, a certain owl let out a hooting call.
It was Athena's avatar.
The pebble attacks just now were all thrown by her.
Except for the very end, when the goddess Eris used her divine power and accidentally triggered the protective mechanism of Artemis's Arrow, and got hurt, in fact, none of this had anything to do with Artemis whatsoever.
Back in her own temple, having no idea whatsoever what happened on this side, Artemis ended up taking an undeserved blame.
Meanwhile,on this side, the goddess of wisdom,Athena,was still congratulating herself on successfully protecting that child's innocence, preventing such a shining hero from falling into the evil clutches of the wicked Eris.
How wonderful.
As for Eris mistaking her for Artemis?
Athena inexplicably had no desire to deny it.
In fact, she even felt a kind of urge.
She really did want to be Artemis for a moment. To be deeply loved and revered by a child like that.
That must be quite an enviable feeling.
At the same time...
Looking at his room, which had once again returned to being empty of anyone else,
Night had a thought.
'Quite a few gods had already visited this place.'
But...
What did Eris mean at the end when she mentioned Artemis?
She could not have gotten things confused, could she?
He reached out slightly with his senses and did not pick up any trace of his chief goddess Artemis's divine power.
The moon goddess's blessing had also returned to quiet and stillness, not active.
Night thought back to the pebbles that struck Eris again and again just now, and fell into thought.
Good lord!
There was someone else here working behind the scenes?!
And even his "god detector" self failed to sense the other party's presence.
It seemed they deliberately concealed themselves.
From the looks of it, they had no intention of showing themselves, so it did not seem like anything would happen.
After driving off the goddess of misfortune, the pleasant outcome of getting her myself was apparently not going to happen.
He could only forcibly suppress the fire that the previous goddess had stirred up.
Night lay back down on his bed and went to sleep.
Time began to fast-forward.
Over the next few days, nothing of great significance occurred.
Though he knew that Odysseus was falsely accused, he had no evidence to prove it.
A certain goddess of misfortune framed him, and he indicated there was nothing he could do about it for Odysseus.
Anyway, it was a welcome and pleasant outcome.
After all, Night had originally planned to reduce the Greek side's combat strength.
Odysseus may have had poor character, but he did possess a degree of ability and wisdom.
Without Odysseus in the future, it was not even certain that the famous plan of the Trojan Horse would ever appear.
If not for Odysseus's Trojan Horse strategy, even if Greece had successively taken down Hector and Penthesilea, they were still stuck outside eating dirt for ten years with absolutely no hope of ever breaking into the city.
Given how impossibly tough this legendary turtle shell was to crack, if the war continued, Greece would have no choice but to give up.
Night could not help but suddenly think. 'If I think about it that way, does that mean Hector and the others only need to keep turtling inside and never come out? And nobody would have to die either?'
Of course, he also knew that if they really did keep turtling and defending the city, food would certainly run out eventually.
But just thinking about the fact that the key factor that decided the final victor of this entire war was not the powerful Hector, nor Penthesilea and Achilles, but a strategy that any mortal could use.
Night felt incomparably wistful.
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(End of the chapter)