Chapter 162: You, a Lesser Deity, are nurtured by me; have no worries!
In the Temple of Artemis, the atmosphere was oppressively grim.
The Hunting Goddess paced back and forth in the main hall, her expression changing unpredictably.
The Nine Muses sat silently at the table, looking dejected and disheartened.
"Apollo, that fool!"
Finally, Artemis cursed her incompetent brother, breaking the silence. Then, looking at the clueless Muses in front of her, she felt a surge of headache.
Chief Gods and Lesser Deities often shared both glory and loss together.
But at the same time, their alliance was not unbreakable, it could change at any time due to shifts in divine authority and office.
Now, in a moment of folly, Apollo had directly confronted the Father God and as a result, was exiled to herd cattle in Thessaly, with little hope of returning soon.
Thus, naturally, the Temple of Light was left vacant.
The Nine Muses under his command were affected by this and were likely to face hard times.