Chapter 481 - I Have My Plan (1/2)

Chapter 481 I Have My Plan

There was a forest behind the hillside covered in valerian.

A wooden cottage lay hidden in the woods, its atmosphere breathtaking. Right outside, the clear water of a shallow creek glistened and trickled by, as ancient, unknown trees whose branches seem to be entwined with each other under some mysterious force were woven into a colossal umbrella, blocking out the sunlight.

Having the perfect lighting at almost all times of the day, it was probably that one cottage in the woods everyone didn’t mind having.

The owner of the wooden hut had a peculiar hobby. His pets were not the regular cat and dog, but a group of crows. These birds differed from their counterparts, silently perched on the roof without letting out a single caw as if they were fast asleep.

In the dark room, a pale man with wings suddenly woke up from his bed. Beads of sweat lined his forehead, and his eyes flickered. The most attractive part of him was the pair of wings that grew on his back. When spread out, they were at least four meters long and two meters wide. They seemed wide enough to fill the entire room.

The observant would quickly point out that his wings fluttered ever so slightly.

It was then that the sound of a harp playing came from outside. It’s soothing and melodic tune flowed through the house’s door and into the man’s ears, calming his mind. He sat up on the bed for a while, put on his slippers, and walked to the table where he picked up an unfinished bottle of c.o.ke.

The sugar in the drink further calmed him down, and he couldn’t help but let out a sad sigh as he watched his slightly bulging belly. He then walked toward the door, stopping to throw the empty bottle into the trash can. When he saw the figure sitting on the sofa in the living room, he frowned and shook his head.

The strangely dressed older man on the sofa clapped after listening to the beautiful harp performance. “Thank you, Pasithea, for the amazing performance. I felt like I was in the golden halls of Vienna. And if I may, Pasithea, I raise my hat as a tribute to you!”

The woman with greying hair nodded in thanks. Putting away her harp, she sheepishly tiptoed out of the cabin, trembling under her skin.

When she walked to the door, the man looked at the old man warily, asking, “Why did you show up here.”

The older man did not answer him. He paused for a while. “I still remember how beautiful she was among the Three Graces. Reminds me of Daphne. No wonder you couldn’t help but offend Zeus for her back then. How’s your back? I bet it doesn’t feel so good falling from such a high place.”

“So, you’ve come here to laugh at us?”

“No, it’s just a shame that we can’t defy the laws of time. The once-powerful G.o.ddess is getting old.”