Chapter 270: This Time We Must Be Tough!
At that moment, every second and every minute, the God King who was constantly thinking, expecting, and greedily longing finally arrived.
The Goddess of Night abruptly stood up, her hem cascading like a waterfall, her figure swaying as she was about to rush recklessly to the side of the God King she deeply missed.
Yet in the instant just before stepping out, she forcibly stopped herself.
On that delicate face as noble and beautiful as Night Blooming Cereus, there was a shift of light and shadow.
In her phoenix eyes, a trace of sternness flashed, and her deep-colored thin lips were tightly pursed.
With a heavy cold snort, she sat down again.
But as soon as she sat down, the anxiety in her heart surged back like ocean tides, rising higher and higher.
She knew, she knew, her beloved God King must have come to find her.
But… what if?
What if He was just passing through on urgent business, coming hastily and leaving swiftly?
Then what should she do?
Zeus, Zeus, my Zeus—
You despicable bad guy!
The seated Goddess of Night was filled with coldness, yet the thoughts on her delicate face trembled even more chaotically.
One moment hate, one moment resentment, one moment worry, and another moment secret joy.
Both wanting to pin Him on the Divine Throne and scold Him endlessly, and wanting to hug His neck and pour out her longing.
So much so that Hemera, the most delicate Goddess of Daylight by her side, was watching with some panic.
Dear Mother Goddess, her emotions during this time were really too unstable.
This did not match at all with the dignified, serene, and detached Ruler of Night in her memory.
In the past, although the Mother Goddess would get angry and her emotions would change, those emotions were not obvious, and her joys and angers always had reasons.
Moreover, the Mother Goddess could completely control those emotions.
But during this time, her emotions were ups and downs, just like constantly falling from Heaven to the ground, then flying back to Heaven from the ground.
It was clear now that the Mother Goddess really couldn’t control her own emotions a bit!
This was too terrifying!
The supreme and most noble Incarnation of Night, Ruler of Night, was one of the most fundamental Laws Roots of the Universe!
If she erupted, it would be such a terrifying thing that no one dared even think about it.
Probably only His Majesty the God King could stop her.
During this time, the brothers and sisters around her had all found various excuses to slip away.
They could go anywhere, just not daring to stay by the Mother Goddess’s side.
In fact, she wanted to withdraw too…
Only…
She was that “surprise”…
This… wasn’t easy to withdraw…
Moreover… she missed the God King too!
The more Hemera thought, the more panicked she became; the more panicked, the more prone she was to mistakes.
Her originally stable aura became slightly disordered due to excessive tension.
Only for an instant, almost imperceptible.
But this tiny change, in front of the current Lady of Night, was as glaring as sunlight at noon.
The next instant, the Goddess of Night’s profound gaze was cast upon Hemera.
It scared Hemera so much that her heart skipped a beat, then another.
The Lady of Night’s expression changed again.
She suddenly called softly to Hemera: “Hemera.”
“Here! Mother Goddess, I’m here!” Hemera immediately jolted and hurriedly responded.
The Lady of Night gently waved her hand, signaling her not to be nervous.
She could see through the children’s little thoughts at a glance.
She felt both amused and exasperated in her heart.
These children were protected by her, but in the old days they had been suppressed for so long that their courage was really too small.
No matter how angry she got, how could she possibly do anything to her own children?
It was all Zeus’s fault!
No matter how much resentment she had, she would only vent it on that one God!
At the thought of Zeus, the Goddess of Night’s heart surged with resentment again.
Grief, melancholy, and blame, like three parallel bitter dark rivers, crowded in her heart, sprinkling bitter water on both banks of her heart.
But thoughts were thoughts, and things still needed to be done.
She took a deep breath, gently shook her head, temporarily casting aside her full heart of resentment, and said softly: “Hemera, Zeus has come.”
“Ah?!” Hearing this news, Hemera was first stunned, then both surprised and delighted; after the surprise, she was both shy and afraid, with complex expressions flickering in her clear brows and eyes.
Hmm… just like her Mother Goddess…
But before she could say anything, the Lady of Night continued: “Originally, our plan was… umm…”
At this point, the Lady of Night paused, her cold white jade-like cheeks sinking slightly, her expression clearly darkening again.
“But now, I think the plan needs a small change.”
“We can’t let Zeus off so easily! He went too far this time.”
“He must deeply recognize his wrongdoing! We absolutely cannot let it go so lightly.”
“You go to Aetheron（ Moon of the Underworld） first, accompany Hecate for a while. Be sure to keep an eye on my messages at all times.”
Hemera felt a slight loss in her heart, but still obediently nodded lightly, transforming into a formless white light and heading toward the Moon of the Underworld.
Although disappointed, she did feel a bit relieved; being by the Mother Goddess’s side during this time had been too stressful.
After seeing her good daughter leave, the Lady of Night’s forcibly maintained composure immediately collapsed with a “whoosh.”
She was restless, standing up then sitting down, sitting down then standing up, finally standing and pacing anxiously in her Divine Palace.
Her flawless stunning face was unsettled; her cloud-like brows were erect, tightening then relaxing.
That towering ample full moon rose and fell rapidly with her hurried breath, just like moonlight rippling.
The thoughts in her heart were like undercurrents, chaotic and hard to stop:
Be tough!
Let Him know, I am not a Night to be casually “beckoned and dismissed”!
When I begged you to come, you delayed; now you can forget about coming!
But…
Wasn’t this too tough?
What if being too tough provoked Him, and He just turned away…
But if she just lowered her head and yielded so easily…
Ugh…
Although, she didn’t really mind.
But she was still unwilling.
The resentment bottled in her chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it down, made her extremely uncomfortable.
No!
He must come first!
This time, don’t expect me to go out to greet Him!
He must admit his mistake first too!
This time, no “sweet words, kisses, and hugs” to get past it!
This time, she must make this hateful, detestable, lovely God King clearly and thoroughly know: Night can get angry too!
After that…
At worst, at worst, hug Him even tighter, give Him more of His favorite food.
But though she thought so, the Goddess of Night’s heart was still pounding chaotically, completely undecided.
Sending her beloved daughter away temporarily, she said it was because she didn’t want to let Zeus off easily.
But in reality, it was because she wasn’t sure herself what posture to use to face this both hateful and utterly beloved God King.
Although face meant nothing in front of her beloved God King.
But in front of the children, dignity was still very important!
After merely a few breaths of restless struggle, she was already extremely anxious.
At her beloved God King’s speed, he should have arrived at her Divine Palace long ago!
Why hasn’t He arrived yet?
He… He couldn’t really have other business and just stopped by the Underworld on the way, could He?!
The thought arose, like throwing a Giant Stone into the lake of her heart, instantly splashing waves that overturned all the remaining decent calm in her chest.
The Lady of Night’s heart immediately went up and down, pondering again and again.
The reins of Rationality and the wild horse of Anxiety were fiercely battling deep in her Divinity.
Finally, she gritted her silver teeth, and the reins broke…
The noble her still ignobly decided to first go “catch” that beloved God King!
What if He really left again? Then it would be too late to say anything.
The noble Lady of Night kept criticizing herself in her heart:
Nyx ah Nyx, how did you become so undependable?
Where did your usual composure and calm go?
Sigh! How did you let that bad guy pin you down so completely?
What? Could you really not live without Him?
But no matter what she thought in her heart, no matter how she self-criticized, worry was worry, resentment was resentment, but her actions didn’t slow down at all.
She stomped her foot very girlishly, then immediately followed that most familiar and most missed aura in pursuit.
In fact, all of this was within Zeus’s scheme.
After He arrived in the Underworld, He found that the Goddess of Night had not appeared to see Him at the first moment.
He was already certain that this proud Eternal Goddess must have some little scheme in her heart to try to be tough.
So He deliberately slowed his pace, strolling leisurely toward the Divine Palace of Night.
Along the way, He even inspected the development of the Underworld with interest, neither hurried nor slow, not anxious at all.
This amorous God King knew all too well.
In the push and pull of affairs between men and women, the more initiative one took, the more passive one became.
Whoever got anxious first lost.
The one rushing forward deserved to be pinned down completely by the other.
Moreover, how proud was the Goddess of Night? How noble?
She, high above, was self-possessed and proud; this was only because she met him.
If it were any other living being who dared to stimulate her like this, they would have been ground to dust and ashes, body and soul destroyed ten thousand times over.
But precisely because of her noble status and proud nature, He couldn’t always yield to her in everything.
Otherwise, the greedy Night would only push one’s luck.
The concept of “quit while ahead” did not exist at all in the Lady of Night’s Divinity.
For a goddess of the Lady of Night’s type, her heartstrings must be plucked back and forth fiercely.
Be sometimes distant sometimes close, sometimes cold sometimes hot, and discipline her harshly.
Otherwise, she could never be suppressed.
To conquer a supreme Eternal Goddess like the Lady of Night with mere “warmth” and “tenderness” was simply unthinkable.
Like those “nice guys”…
That was the stuff ranked after dogs.
