"You don't know? Or do you just not want to say it?" Stella poked Seiya in the ribs with her elbow, gesticulating wildly.
It's already deep into the night, and the Saint once again saw countless figures in his dream that stirred his mind.
There was a purple-haired figure, clad in Godly raiment: Athena.
There was one holding a golden scepter, adorned in verdant, water-like robes: Athena.
There was one holding a winged staff, wearing a sun-draped robe: Athena.
There was one clad in a deep green robe, with bright eyes and pearly teeth: Athena.
There was one wielding a spear and shield, intent on destroying the world: Athena.
Countless figures, countless forms, countless possibilities of worlds—all were unconsciously transmitted into Seiya's dream through a strong wind.
At this moment, the "Wheel of Friendship" and the "Incarnation of Strong Wind" within him—these two remarkably similar Authorities—quietly resonated once again. The Multiverse-scale Incarnation of Strong Wind captured fragmented information from distant places and different universes; while the Wheel of Friendship, like a precise spindle, locked onto messages about Athena—those most deeply intertwined with Seiya's soul.
An owl, which should have been fulfilling its duty of delivering a letter, quietly landed on the windowsill, clutching a gleaming envelope in its mouth. However, its actions were interrupted by a suddenly appearing silver figure. Though it was a Heretic God, an arch-nemesis, it did not trigger any physical reaction from the Godslayer.
Moonlight traced the gleaming silver edges of her form. She gazed intently at the sleeping Seiya, and a moment later, slowly extended her hand with a nearly sighing tenderness, her fingertip gently tracing across the Saint's slightly furrowed brow.
Seiya seemed to realize something, and slowly opened his eyes, —only to find his vision obscured. But even so, the Saint could still, through the warm, soft sensation of her straddling his waist, and the faint, enveloping aura of Murraya paniculata around him, identify the person before him.
"Don't speak. Just feel it with your heart."
Before Seiya could say anything, the familiar sensation struck again, a warm, soft touch pressed onto his lips.
From the Triune Goddess's Authority, to the Box of Ending, the Staff of Evasion, Zeus's Shield, and other divine artifact messages, and finally, there was information from the entire Godslayer cosmos. And all this knowledge belonged to Athena's Authority of Wisdom. At this moment, Seiya clearly understood what Athena truly intended to do.
While he was certainly glad to realize she was still alive, he wanted even more to correct her perception, to ascertain whether she was currently Metis, or Gorgon, or Athena. But no matter what Seiya thought, he couldn't reconcile it with the one currently straddling him – Athena.
"While Stella likes to joke around and make puns," a voice echoed in Seiya's mind, "she does get some things right. Is it because we're brothers? What's there to be embarrassed about? Looking at your expression, you must have killed her, sent her back to myth, right? What a pity…"
Athena slowly raised her head, her breath like orchids. She gazed with a complex expression at Seiya, whose vision was veiled by her black gauze.
"As an Earth Mother God who challenged the world, yet was defeated by the Godslayer Pegasus, who symbolizes heroes, she has, in fact, already become subservient to you. Until she once again raises the banner of rebellion, she shall temporarily offer herself to you."
"You should have beaten her to her knees, made her your sex slave and—"
Seiya's hand, like a holy sword drawn from its sheath, chopped down on the Goddess's head.
Whenever the topic of Athena suffering humiliation came up, Stella would be ecstatic. But she was wrong; Seiya truly didn't know. Because right after dawn melted away the night, Athena's form also disappeared.
Stella continued to prattle on, "Actually, you should align more with myth. As the God-Hunting Pegasus, you are actually a modern-day force of steel, and defeating an Earth Mother God means you should make her your new slave. That's how you show respect to her being! And if Athena is still alive, as the defeated party, she should have bathed and adorned herself with a red ribbon, awaiting you in your bed."
"What about you, then?" Seiya cut in flatly, his gaze shifting to her. "You were the first Earth Mother God to fall before me. Following the myth, shouldn't you…?"
Perhaps after spending too much time with a lewd Goddess like Stella, Seiya's mind wasn't quite normal either. Hearing Athena's declaration, what he thought was: 'How about we address each other on our own terms?…You call me Master, and I'll call you Mother.'"
But the next moment, that softness once again covered his lips. Along with a pleasure that nearly drained his mind dry, a slight pain in the Saint's chest was transmitted to her mind.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the flapping of bird wings, and the sound of the windowsill being pushed open. He was just about to remove the black veil covering his vision to get a clear look, but the next instant, a soft, slender hand covered his neck, then slowly pulled open his collar, making Seiya's entire body tense up.
"Huh? What? Which thing are you talking about?" Stella's eyes swiveled wildly, and she yawned. "Ah… that act of surrender today is under censorship, perhaps… Is this going to be…?"
Seiya closed his eyes.
"Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!" Stella dramatically declared. "I'm a bit tired, My Lord God. See you tomorrow!"
As soon as the topic touched upon her own potential disadvantage, Stella darted away faster than anyone. Seiya watched the spot where she had disappeared.
"What should you call me?" Athena's gentle, enchanting voice echoed in Seiya's ear, "...Mother." Seiya felt a little embarrassed.
He pursed his lips, and finally, silently raised his head, looking up at the grim, iron-like night sky above.
You should still be here, Athena. Somewhere in this world.
"Say it again." Athena's voice held a hint of guidance. "...Mother." By the second utterance, Seiya was already feeling a little excited.
There were no further actions. After a few seconds of silence, what came next was a rustling sound, as if clothes were being shed.
An orchid-like breath brushed across his face.
Just as Seiya felt suspicion rise, he instinctively grabbed the large thigh beside him. It was a familiar sensation; a girl's skin, delicate, but definitely not what Athena should feel like.
Seiya ripped off the black veil that obscured his vision. What greeted his eyes was Ena Seishuin in a newborn-like pose, and Stella lurking stealthily beside her.
At this moment, he instantly understood. At first, it truly was Athena, but after the stinging pain in his chest, she had already left. And what followed was Stella, sneaking in stealthily to take advantage of him.
"You treat me like a little Dragon Girl, huh?!" Seiya gritted his teeth.
Stella tried to escape, but Seiya grabbed her by the ankle.
"No, wait! I'm your Mother now! You just called me that yourself!"
But Seiya had only one choice—
—SMACK!!
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