Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

By having contact with Hera, Artemis felt the feelings of anxiety and depression, which had been surrounding her, vanishing into thin air. She became bright-eyed again and got her deflated self-esteem rebuilt and regained. 


Maybe that was why Zeus had done all kinds of things to feed Hera’s breast milk to Hercules. Artemis completely overcame the guilt of pushing her sibling to the bottom of Tartarus. 


The time of the two satisfying their greed for each other was over now. Hera, reclining on the couch, saw Artemis getting up and hesitating to set her foot on the floor. She chuckled.


“You have to walk straight. You recovered from your injury a long time ago.”


Artemis squinted her eyes at the pain crawling up from her aching calves. Hera pushed her back, with a stern look in her eyes. Artemis walked about two more steps. Then, the uncomfortableness in her body, which she had been conscious of, disappeared immediately. 


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