[Greek Mythology] The Demons Under My Command - Chapter 11
“Am I that terrifying?”
A short sentence.
It was clearly just a tone of doubt, but Li Jia felt her legs grow even weaker, making it harder for her to stand up.
I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
I’m really going to die…
She couldn’t help but be afraid; who wouldn’t be scared if this happened to them?
The plan she had prepared beforehand was useless now. Li Jia couldn’t remember anything; her mind was a blank slate.
“You can’t even stand steadily, yet you became my attendant.”
“How interesting.”
This was the second time Li Jia had heard the woman call her interesting.
What could she do? If she had a choice, she wouldn’t want to be so interesting o_o
What was so good about being stared at by a snake?
She didn’t dare to speak, fearing that saying the wrong thing would displease the woman.
Suddenly, in an instant, a slender high heel appeared before her. A faint, subtle scent of roses rushed to her nose, pleasant but not overpowering.
The tall, slender figure completely enveloped her in a halo of light. Li Jia gasped, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. She dared not move.
The woman slowly squatted down, reached out, and lifted her chin, forcing her to look her in the eye. Her fingertips were covered with a thin layer of calluses, with distinct joints, like jade carefully carved, yet also resembling the scales of a snake—icy cold.
The back of Li Jia’s neck also felt intensely cold, as if someone had blown a cold breath on her collar. Cold sweat slid down her back, slowly soaking her undergarment.
Li Jia was forced to maintain eye contact with her.
She was stunningly beautiful even from a distance.
Now, in almost zero-distance contact, she was simply too much of a temptress.
What Li Jia loved most about Hera’s entire face was that pair of red pupils. It wasn’t a pale red; the red was intense.
Like imported three-J cherries.
Forgive her lack of culture. When she worked part-time at a five-star hotel during the summer, it was the first time she learned that there could be such large, red cherries in the world, one of which cost three digits.
Staring into her eyes, Li Jia was lost in her own thoughts. She was wondering, if Hera’s eyes were cherries, they would probably be the most expensive and most beautiful cherries in the entire universe.
“What are you thinking about?”
Seeing her blank stare, Hera was somewhat displeased. No one dared to be distracted while talking to her.
“Thinking about cherries.”
Her mouth reacted faster than her brain. Li Jia blurted out without thinking.
“What is a cherry?”
Hera patiently used her divine sense to search the Book of the World, but there was no category called “cherry.”
“It’s a kind of fruit, as beautiful as Your Majesty’s eyes.”
Li Jia belatedly realized what she had said and put on a fawning, flattering, and delicate demeanor.
“So you were distracted just now, looking at my eyes?”
Li Jia nodded in a very sycophantic way.
Hera knew Li Jia was lying and that her acting was passable. If an ordinary mortal were here, they would be quite pleased with her flattery.
Hera felt neither fondness nor aversion. She was too bored. Having lived for thousands of years, she was slowly starting to hate a life as stagnant as dead water.
She continued with her question, the one she had always wanted to ask her: “Why do you want to become my attendant?”
Why?
What else could be the reason?!
Ten thousand grass-mud horses roared in Li Jia’s heart.
If I don’t become your attendant, how can I secretly stop you from marrying Zeus?
If you don’t marry Zeus, and you’re not his wife, then it has nothing to do with you if he finds a few mistresses and has hundreds of children. Persephone can be born successfully, and Hades won’t start the War of the Gods.
She can then go home smoothly and also gain a healthy body.
You also don’t have to marry a scumbag. This is a win-win!
Of course, Li Jia couldn’t tell the truth.
She certainly couldn’t say she had read the plot in a book.
Her brain spun rapidly, combining the hundreds of idol dramas, palace dramas, wuxia dramas, and Xianxia dramas she had watched over the years.
She delivered the most satisfactory answer she had ever given in her life: “Your Majesty, because I love you.”
“Liking is a choice, but love is ‘it must be you’.”
She added a cheesy love phrase.
Li Jia’s throat gently bobbed. She wanted to swallow all the nervousness and insecurity.
She replayed the scenes of pledging loyalty from the TV dramas she had watched, over and over again in her mind.
Finally, with full confidence.
Li Jia got up from the ground and stood straight in front of Hera. She slowly bent her right knee until it firmly touched the ground. Her upper body instinctively leaned forward. She reached out and kissed Hera’s fingertips.
Looking into her eyes with the utmost piety and reverence:
“Li Jia Vance swears on her life. I promise that I will always be loyal to you until my death.”
Hera paused slightly, still showing no discernible expression. Li Jia secretly looked at her and sighed in her heart, thinking it was boring.
She had gone through such an ordeal, licking blood from the tip of a knife.
Shouldn’t she respond somehow?
Why did she show no reaction at all?
But Dolin saw the frown that should have appeared on the Goddess’s face.
Suddenly, it smoothed out. A hint of an almost undetectable smile appeared at the corner of her eye.
The Goddess?
She smiled…
Winslow thought it was perfectly reasonable. Hera was very powerful, possessing a power level on par with Zeus, perhaps even surpassing him in the future. Who wouldn’t love Hera?
Li Jia’s admiration for Hera was only natural.
Hera also took the opportunity to squat down and ask, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
As she spoke, she withdrew her fingertips and gently touched Li Jia’s cheek.
She found that she really liked touching her face. It was soft, even softer than the penguin Artemis kept.
Though she had never actually touched it, Artemis had only described it verbally.
Who dared to touch her penguin? They would likely be shot into a hedgehog by the Silver Feather Bow, including her brother, Apollo.
“I am afraid, but I don’t have time to be afraid. Love has already taken root and sprouted in my heart.”
Li Jia recalled another famous quote, speaking affectionately, like the day Shu Huan confessed his love to Yi Ping in Romance in the Rain.
As long as she could make the boss happy, wouldn’t her house, car, and money be far behind?
In Li Jia’s mind, Hera was no longer a demon; she was simply a gilded God of Wealth, 999,999 karats of pure gold.
It turned out that Li Jia loved the Goddess to this extent.
Winslow quietly moved closer to Dolin, sighed, and whispered, “I didn’t expect Li Jia to be so deeply in love with the Goddess, that it’s ‘her or nothing’.”
“Oh? Is that so? How do you know she’s not a liar, deceiving Her Majesty?” Dolin coldly watched the two in the hall. She, however, thought Li Jia’s hand, hidden beneath her skirt, was trembling badly.
“Look, all you do is mess with your knife every day. Unlike me, I read extensively, and I can tell with one look that she is sincere. I always said, why would anyone inexplicably come to be an ‘evil god’s’ attendant?”
“Love is the greatest thing in the world.”
Winslow lowered her voice, analyzing everything logically.
‘Evil God’ was a nickname given to Hera by the outside world, believing that a ruthless woman like her was more suited to be the King of the Underworld than Hades.
“Read extensively?”
“Are you referring to those explicit picture books you got from Hermes?”
Winslow was about to argue that those were not ordinary picture books but her spiritual sustenance for receiving outside information, when the two people below created a commotion, interrupting her and Dolin’s conversation.
“Move into the inner palace today.”
Hera glanced at her with amusement. Li Jia’s face, which had been smiling like a sunflower, instantly turned to stone.
Wait, what? What about the auxiliary palace we talked about?
What about her house?!
Why did she have to live with the person she was trying to conquer?
In reality, if the system had turned on now and seen her progress, it would surely have praised her fiercely.
You can’t catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger’s den. The closer she was, the greater the chance of successful conquest.
Li Jia was completely immersed in the pain of losing her house, and tears uncontrollably “pattered” down.
She was so remorseful in her heart!
Li Jia finally understood what it felt like to buy an unfinished building.
In the future, she must buy an existing house, not one that is pre-sold.
Because anticipation and disappointment are inversely proportional. The greater the anticipation, the higher the sunk cost, and the disappointment directly reaches its peak.
Seeing Li Jia “crying tears of joy,” Winslow couldn’t help but feel happy for her. Overwhelming excitement leading to tears after getting what you wished for was only human nature.
Winslow rushed to Li Jia’s side and helped the stiff girl up: “Look how happy you are. To be able to enter and exit, and sleep in the same bed as Her Majesty, is the fulfillment of your wish. You truly are a devoted lover.”
Stop.
Sleep in the same bed?
Li Jia looked at Winslow helplessly with wide eyes, then looked at the Goddess beside her, who was indifferent to this. She made a sound as tiny as a mosquito: “Sleeping in the same bed won’t be necessary… I am but a humble commoner, how dare I defile Her Majesty’s bed? It is enough to be able to serve by Her Majesty’s side.”
“It’s fine.”
“You can.”
Hera still showed no emotion, only replying with two words in two short sentences.
Li Jia couldn’t fathom the thoughts of this unpredictable “evil god,” so how dared she contradict her?
Whatever the leader says, goes.
“Then let the Goddess of Weaving come over tomorrow to tailor clothes for Li Jia. I don’t mind sharing clothes with her. After all, we’re similar in height, but the colors I like are a bit too plain, and she seems to prefer brighter colors.”
Winslow yawned and said lazily.
Hera heard this and sized up Li Jia from head to toe.
Indeed.
Plain-colored dresses did not suit her well.
“Perfect, I’ll have a few made too. I don’t have any clothes to wear.”
Winslow clapped her hands and complained resentfully.
Li Jia was speechless. Was Winslow referring to her mountain of brand-new clothes?
Dolin was also speechless. It wasn’t a big deal.
Including Li Jia, there were only four people in the Temple of Marriage. They could certainly afford to support one more slacker.
“Then do I not have to wear the same attendant uniform as them?”
“No need.”
Again, two simple words.
That was great.
Li Jia couldn’t imagine the scene of herself bouncing around the palace every day in a maid’s outfit.
“If I don’t wear the attendant uniform and don’t have a divine mark, how will others know I belong to Your Majesty? What if someone accidentally hurts me?”
The universe is vast, but her life is paramount.
“They won’t. We signed a master-servant contract. The divine mark is attached to your body.”
Hera touched her collarbone. Li Jia immediately felt a burning sensation in her body. She lowered her head and looked at the source of the heat.
On her collarbone was a silver snake divine mark identical to Hera’s.
Li Jia: “…”
Living two lives, this was the first time she had been rebelliously tattooed, and this was how it happened.
She still had to pretend to love it: “Your Majesty is always so thoughtful.”
After giving all the necessary instructions, the person vanished from the hall in the blink of an eye.
Her Majesty the Goddess truly came and went in a hurry.
Li Jia only breathed a sigh of relief when the person left. Winslow, with an expression of “I understand,” patted her on the shoulder: “Girl, I didn’t realize it. You should have told me earlier. I would have handled this small matter for you.”
Li Jia could only smile awkwardly, while mentally cursing the system hundreds of times for being a huge idiot.
It only crashed when it shouldn’t have.
Her persona as a devoted lover was now firmly established!
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