Overworld.
Athena was thinking of how good it was to farm.
Plowing the land.
Planting seeds.
Watching the crops grow and enjoying the fruits of her labor.
No wonder Herios chose to be a farmer.
It was satisfying.
NOT!
Why was she farming?! She was supposed to convince Herios to become a hero once again!
She will prepare the greatest quest for him. Under the eyes of the gods. And once he completed the quest, with the gods as witnesses, she will come down and marry him, making him her immortal husband!
It was perfect plan. So perfect she even fears her own wisdom!
But what is this!? This isn't part of her plan at all!
She turned to glare at the other side of the field where Herios was humming a cheerful tune as he worked, sweat glistening on his brow.
He looked completely at peace, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
