After indulging in some of the best street food Atlantis had to offer, Allen, Raviel, and Tiamat continued their leisurely stroll through the city. The streets pulsed with a strange harmony—humans and advanced constructs working side by side, divine energy humming in the air like a silent heartbeat. Allen whistled in admiration, taking in the sights.
"If I didn't know this place was going to be destroyed , I'd say it had real potential."
Raviel, always connected to his thoughts, gave him a knowing look. "If you like it so much, why not save it?"
Tiamat, walking closely beside him, tilted her head. "Master, do you regret knowing what will happen?"
Allen took a bite of the fruit he had bought earlier, savoring its rich sweetness before answering. "Not really. If anything, it makes this visit more interesting—like a limited-time exclusive event."
Raviel smiled softly, watching him. "So, does that mean you plan on enjoying every moment while you can, honey?"
He grinned, tossing the fruit's seeds into a nearby bin. "Bingo. Might as well make the most of it."
Tiamat's lavender eyes lingered on him. "Doesn't it weigh on you, knowing so many people will die?"
Allen exhaled, glancing up at the sky. "It's not that I don't care. But death is a part of life. If humans rely too much on divine intervention, it might hinder their progress in the future."
That was the logical answer. But deep down, he felt a quiet. Even with all his power, there were some things he chose not to change.
Raviel, ever perceptive, simply smiled and took his hand. He squeezed hers gently. "Thanks," he murmured. He didn't need to say more—she already understood.
As they walked, Allen's gaze drifted to the statues and towering structures lining the city.
"There are a lot of statues of Hera here," he noted. "This must be her territory."
He glanced around, thinking aloud. "It looks like each island is overseen by a different god or goddess. That would explain why they don't interact with each other much."
Raviel hummed thoughtfully. "That makes sense. That's just how the gods are, isn't it? Always dividing things up among themselves, each ruling over their own domain."
Allen smiled. "Sounds like a fancy version of a territorial dispute. I bet they even argue about borders."
Tiamat tilted her head. "Do gods really argue over things like that?"
"Oh, of course," Raviel said, amused. "Especially when it comes to pride. Gods can be like children—very strong and very dramatic children."
Allen chuckled. "No wonder they act so arrogant and powerful. They've been training for centuries." He paused, then smirked. "But aren't you two goddesses too?"
Raviel and Tiamat froze for a moment before responding in unison, "Hey, don't compare us to them."
Allen laughed. "Alright, alright, I was just kidding."
Raviel, watching him with narrowed eyes, thought about how she would punish his mischievous husband later. She crossed her arms and pouted. "Hmph. Don't blame me if I decide not to let you touch me for the next 100 years."
Allen immediately stiffened, he wanted to protest. "H-Hey, honey, 100 years is too long".
Seeing his reaction, Raviel barely held back a giggle. She wasn't actually mad—just enjoying messing with him.
...
Some time passed as they continued walking through the city.
The deeper they went, the more signs of Hera's influence became apparent. Her statues weren't just decorations; many were inscribed with ancient script, and some of the larger ones had offerings placed at their feet—golden wreaths, fine silk, even mechanical constructs left as tributes. It was clear the citizens held her in high regard.
"Hera seems quite popular around here," Allen observed. "I wonder if she actually interacts with the people or just watches from above like a proper goddess."
"Knowing her, she probably takes a hands-on approach," Raviel mused. "She's the type who wants everything done right, and humans rarely meet divine standards on their own."
Allen let out a short laugh. "Perfectionist, huh? I can already tell she'll be fun to mess with."
"Are you planning on flirting with her?" Raviel raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe," Allen admitted with a grin. "It's not that I'm not interested, but I don't want to take the initiative to approach her." He stretched lazily. "Gotta keep up my reputation."
Raviel shook his head "what reputation?"
Allen just remained silent and pretended not to hear.
They continued their journey, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows across the ancient city. Unlike the crude and practical architecture of early human civilizations, Atlantis felt like a divine art gallery—ornate towers soared into the sky, grand plazas were adorned with golden mosaics, and intricate waterways wove luminous veins throughout the city.
What caught Allen's attention most however, were the automatons—humanoid constructs made of metal with a divine blessings, moving seamlessly among the people. Some were towering giants stationed near important buildings, while others were smaller, assisting humans with everyday tasks.
As they walked, Allen suddenly noticed something odd. The bustling crowd around them seemed... different.
It wasn't obvious at first, but the way people moved, the way their gazes lingered on him just a moment longer than usual—it all felt off. Whispers trailed behind him, eyes watching him with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.
He blinked. "Did I do something weird?"
And then, just as suddenly as it came, the feeling vanished. The crowd carried on as normal, laughter and conversation filling the streets once more.
He shrugged, spreading his arms. "Well, no point worrying about it. So, where to next?"
Tiamat, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, brightened. "Master, there's a market up ahead! We should go!"
Raviel chuckled. "You just want candy, don't you, Tia?"
Tiamat pouted slightly. "I... I can't help it. The food here is really good!"
Allen grinned. "Alright, let's check it out. Who knows, maybe I'll find something fancy to spend my money on." of course he would spoil his foodey and beautiful maid.
Meanwhile, deep within the great hall of the Olympian gods, blue eyes watched them—silent, calculating, and undeniably intrigued.
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Allen wandered through the market, taking in the sights of exotic goods displayed at every stall. Some of the trinkets in Atlantis still caught his interest—like a ring said to let its wearer speak with the gods.
"Interested, sir?" an elderly merchant with a long silver beard asked. "This ring allows its wearer to communicate directly with the gods."
Allen picked up the ring, turning it over in his fingers. "Huh. Feels like I already do that every day."
The merchant chuckled. "Ah, but do they listen?"
Allen let out a small laugh but didn't reply.
Before he could decide whether to buy anything, he felt a familiar tug on his sleeve.
"Master, Looks like someone is coming here.!"
Tiamat stood beside him, As if to protect him.
Before he could respond, something changed in the air.
The crowd had subtly parted, forming a clear path through the marketplace. A presence—graceful yet commanding—approached.
A tall woman in white and gold robes walked toward them, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. Her sharp blue eyes held intelligence and authority, and though her divine aura wasn't overwhelming, it was unmistakable.
He recognized her instantly. This was a goddess—Hera.
Raviel, as calm as ever, smiled. "Well, that didn't take long."
Tiamat instinctively moved closer to Allen, protective as always.
Allen, however, simply watched Hera with interest, his expression relaxed.
"I figured I'd meet an Olympian sooner or later," he said. "I just didn't expect you to be the first."
Hera stopped a few feet away, observing him. There was no hostility, just curiosity.
The marketplace grew silent as the presence of the goddess commanded the attention of everyone around. Even the machine constructs momentarily paused their tasks.
"introduce yourself mortal" Yep this is the speech style of a truly arrogant god.
Allen, however, remained relaxed.
"My name Allen nice to meet you" Allen greeted with an easy smile. "What a coincidence."
Hera crossed her arms, her gaze shifting between Allen, Raviel, and Tiamat. "A mortal, followed by not one, but two divine beings?" Her voice carried a tone of suspicion. "I wish to speak with you, Allen. Follow me."
Allen, without hesitation, shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm busy."
Hera blinked. "Busy?"
"Yes," Allen grinned. "I'm spending time with my Wives." He gestured toward Raviel and Tiamat, who both nodded in agreement.
Hera's expression froze for a brief moment before she spoke. "Your… wives?"
There was an awkward silence in the marketplace. The surrounding onlookers, including the merchants, discreetly turned their ears toward the conversation.
Raviel, ever the troublemaker, leaned into Allen and smirked. "Fufu, my dear husband is quite the catch, isn't he?"
Tiamat, in her usual gentle tone, added, "Yes. I have devoted myself to Allen."
Allen gave a thumbs-up. "See? Busy with my wives here"
Hera narrowed her eyes, clearly processing the unexpected information. She then scoffed, recovering her composure. "Very well, then they will come with you. You have no excuse now."
Allen sighed, knowing he couldn't avoid Hera's persistence. "Fine, fine, let's go."
As they walked, Hera's curiosity got the better of her. "Tell me, Allen. What exactly are you?"
Allen smirked, his green eyes shimmering slightly. "just a mortal with magic"
Hera stopped in her tracks, her expression unreadable. "…You admit it so easily?"
Allen chuckled. "Why hide it? You were already suspicious. And besides, I don't see the point in pretending to be a normal mortal."
Hera's gaze sharpened. "Magic? So you're a magician."
Allen shrugged. "Why haven't you seen a magician before?"
"Yes... this is my first time meeting a magician in person," Hera said softly, her voice laced with caution. Ever since she learned that Allen was a magician, her divine instincts had been stirred—almost as if Gaia herself was warning her of something.
Even so, her curiosity couldn't be suppressed. There was something strange about Allen that she couldn't ignore. He had no thread of fate at all—something that every human, and even the gods, were bound by. Fate was a chain no one could escape. And yet Allen… stood completely outside its grasp.
What was even more shocking was that the two goddesses with him also appeared to have lost their threads of fate.
Could this be the reason Gaia warned her? Because this magician… had broken free from the influence of the world.
As they walked through the grand streets of Atlantis, the people parted instinctively, bowing their heads at the presence of Hera. The towering structures of white stone gleamed under the sunlight, their intricate designs reflecting the craftsmanship of a civilization thriving under divine rule. Even the machine constructs, humanoid in shape yet unmistakably artificial, stepped aside in perfect unison, acknowledging the presence of an Olympian.
Allen, however, remained unfazed, his attention drifting between the sights and the two women at his side. Tiamat walked with her usual grace, but Raviel—always the troublemaker—was more focused on Allen himself. She clung to his arm slightly, her red eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched Hera's occasional side-glances toward them.
Hera finally broke the silence. "You are far too calm for a mortal in my presence."
Allen chuckled. "What do you expect me to be like, begging like a beggar to get your attention?."
"You dare to speak disrespectfully in front of the divine." Hera Said in a flat tone.
He smirked. "I respect beauty, and since you qualify, I suppose that counts."
Raviel barely held back a laugh, while Tiamat simply tilted her head, as if contemplating his words. Hera, on the other hand, stopped walking altogether. She turned to fully face him, blue eyes narrowing.
"Flattery?" she asked, crossing her arms "You think that will earn my favor?".
Allen shrugged. "I wasn't trying to. I'm just honest."
For a brief moment, Hera said nothing, her expression unreadable. The onlookers in the streets held their breath, waiting for the goddess's reaction. Then, to their surprise, she let out a small, amused scoff. "You are either incredibly foolish or dangerously arrogant," she remarked, turning forward again. "But I admit... You're different from the usual fools I've met.."
Allen grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Hera didn't respond, but he caught the way her lips twitched slightly upward before she quickly concealed it.
They soon arrived at a grand temple, its towering columns lined with intricate golden inlays.
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