Chapter 87 – Children of Zeus (2) Hephaestus
A day ago.
After I was thickly mixed with Hera in her bed, I held her in her arms and asked.
“I really hate it?”
“Yeah. Ares is fine. But Hephaestus sincerely hopes he doesn’t become a blacksmith.”
Hera did not want her own daughters to do ‘rough work’. He was especially so with her first child her, Hephaestus, whom he gave birth to.
“As a mother, I think I can understand now that she wants her children to walk only on good paths.
Hey. I just…”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if it was a place where women could be more pretty?”
“Yeah… I want it to be a bit more like a goddess like the other goddesses.”
Hera hated Hephaestus becoming the forge god.
“Even Hestia is the god of the hearth, isn’t it? Isn’t that the kind of person who manages the hearth and protects the house?
I want Hephaestus to be like that.”
Hera buried her face her in her mine her.
“Because he likes fire, he is the god of the kitchen. As the owner of the kitchen responsible for the meals of the family, he helps her husband her and takes care of her children her.
I want to become a run god.”
“He’s the god of cooking. He definitely goes well with the flames.”
Flames are not only used in smithies. If warming the house is Hestia’s authority and realm, there is no god who presides over the kitchen yet.
‘If Hera sees it, she’s really patriarchal.’
The conflict between Hera and Hephaestus is a generation gap.
If Hera’s view of women is patriarchal, requiring women to cook at home, Hephaestus has an enterprising idea that women can also hammer at the blacksmith’s smithy.
Was
‘Isn’t that it?’
No matter how much I did sex education in a different direction than the existing titans, it didn’t teach me enough to move on to that ideology.
-How can such a terrible idea!
If there is such a being, the titan goddesses will come forward and stone him before I can. Even if I said such a thing, there would be an uproar.
Greece is the most macho place than anywhere else in the world!
“Hera, so you want Hephaestus to be the god of the kitchen? Actually…Don’t you hate being the god of blacksmiths?”
“I want it to be both. A woman’s happiness is to be discreet in her home her, help her husband her and raise her children.”
“Couldn’t that happiness be different? What if real happiness for Hephaestus was to hit the hammer?”
“…I do not know.”
Hera buried her face in my arms.
“Happiness means helping my brother eat, raising his children his, and living for him. So … The kids thought that was happiness too.”
“Yes, it is.”
“But isn’t that what it is? Did I… Misunderstand?”
“It’s a perfect answer for my wife, but not very good for Hephaestus’s mother.”
As her husband and father her, I clearly needed to draw the line with Hera.
“A child’s happiness may equal the parent’s happiness. Forcing a child to do what I want… Might rather make the child unhappy.”
“Is it really so?”
“Yes. You are too? How would you feel if Leah’s mother had told you to live apart from me?”
“…I hate that.”
Hera pressed closer to my body. I ran my hands through her hair and patted her on the back of her.
“It’s the same as that. Got it? Can’t you say too much?”
“…Yes.”
I comforted Hera and put her to sleep.
With that kind of reassurance that this would have been enough.
* * *
And.
I was so overlooked.
“I will become a blacksmith god.”
“You? Ha, what nonsense. You are this Hera’s daughter. Be a kitchen god.”
Before they are my wife and daughter, they are one woman.
“Do not do that.”
“I don’t like it.”
How terrifying is the fight between women and girls.
How terrifying it was for Hera and Hephaestus, who inherited Hera’s temperament from her to be the thickest, to quarrel without yielding to each other.
‘Athena, help me.’
‘This is a problem that no one but Zeus can solve. Cheer up!’
‘Yaaaaa’
“Why are you like that kid!”
“Mom says I’ll do what I want to do, but why is she doing it!”
“What? What’s your habit of talking to mom! This is Olympus! Isn’t that polite?!”
“I hate it! I hate you mom! Aaagh!”
“Cry for what you did well!”
“Aaaaang!!!”
“Heh, heh heh heh.”
I could never recall.
* * *
Hera fought Hephaestus.
No one added anything to the mother-daughter quarrel, and Hera eventually went to a woman who could consult on this matter.
“Mom, what should I do?”
“…I know.”
Leah smiled bitterly at Hera, who was nervous about her child.
“I think Hephaestus is looking at you from the past, so it’s just cute.”
“Me?”
“You insisted on being with Zeus all the time. Beat Demeter and Hestia.”
“My, did I?”
“Sure. I soothe crying Demeter and Hestia, and Zeus soothes Neptune and Hades who are crying again. You…Ahhh, no.”
Leah laughed and clapped her hands.
“You have to work hard now too. How many children are you going to have in the future? That’s already it.”
“What?”
“Didn’t you know? Did you say that to Zeus in the past?
“Ugh…”
Hera was ashamed of her mother’s revealing about her past her and wanted to hide somewhere.
“But after a fight like that, you always secretly picked flowers. Then you apologized to your older sister and younger siblings, saying you were sorry. Maybe…Your daughter would do the same?”
“And Hephaestus?”
“Yes. If it’s that child…I’ll probably give you a present. So, if that child sends you a reconciliation gift first, accept it as if you can’t win. That’s a mother.”
“…Okay, Mom.”
Hera let out a deep sigh and threw herself into Leah’s arms her.
“Mom, it’s very difficult.”
* * *
KANG, KANG, KANG.
A uniform hammer sound echoes. Hephaestus was swinging his hammer wildly at the sword resting on the anvil.
The hammer, which he would normally wield with reverence, is filled with anger. I knew very well who the anger was directed against, and I visited the forge to calm it down.
“Daughter.”
“Ah…”
Hephaestus, who was about to wield the hammer violently and toss it to the ground, looked down at me.
Her body her has grown and is as voluminous as Hera’s, but seeing her her act like a child who always made a mistake, I could feel that she still had many parts of her that were young.
“Do you want to become a blacksmith god?”
“…Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s what I do best.”
Hephaestus spoke exactly what he had said at the interview. She was direct, and she didn’t want to make up or twist her words.
It’s something I can do well, and I do it because I’m more confident than anyone else.
“Aren’t you asking Daddy?”
“Yes. If Dad tells me to become a blacksmith god, I’ll do it. But then Mom will resent Dad.”
“That’s fine.”
“No. That doesn’t make me feel comfortable. I’m going to… Convince her mother of her.”
Hephaestus grinned as he raised her hammer.
“I want to prove that your daughter is the best in this field.”
“More than any other man?”
“Yes? What do you mean?”
Hephaestus snorted at my words and pointed at him with her thumb.
“Not a man, no one in the world can do a blacksmith job better than me. Even if it’s…Even my dad.”
“Ah.”
I realized that I was wrong. Hephaestus was not thinking about the question of men and women. She had the idea of breaking the glass ceiling with a hammer or something.
There wasn’t
Mindset that you are the best.
Beyond men and women, the pride of being the best craftsman in Titan was the source of his wish his to become a blacksmith god himself.
“And…It’s a bit embarrassing to say this in front of my dad.”
Hephaestus smiled and twisted his fingers.
“…If the gods were to say which parents gave birth to the greatest blacksmith, I’d say they were the children of Zeus and Hera. If all blacksmiths looked up to me, the two who gave birth to me would be my favorite.
I will worship you.”
“Ah!”
I realized again As someone who lived in modern times, I thought that blacksmithing was a very ancient technology, but in this era I live in, it is like cutting-edge science.
-As the CEO of PINEAPPLE, I want to earn the respect of all IT people.
‘What a fool!’
Alas, I was prejudiced. I didn’t think seriously about how great and great a blacksmith was in this world.
“I don’t want anyone else to lose my place as the god of blacksmithing.”
“Cancer, of course! My daughter wants to be Allon. Gates. Jobs! Cancer!”
“Yes? Dad, it seems that something has suddenly changed…”
“I realized it after talking with you. Haha, I am also Hera’s daughter. Yes, no matter what Hera says, I will cover it. Yes, of course, my daughter, Hera’s daughter should become the blacksmith god.”
Speaking of the blacksmith god, something seems weak.
But what if we referred to her as her ‘god of technology’?
“I’ll tell you the surest and easiest way to convince Hera.”
“Yes?”
Hephaestus’ eyes began to glow.
“Is there a way?”
“Yes. Don’t say I told you.”
“Oh, okay. Tell me, Dad.”
Paper weave.
I caused lightning
Then, by rubbing the shape appropriately, he proposed the shape of a ‘machine’ that could convince Hera at once.
“This is it.”
“…Dad?”
“Why?”
“It’s kind of…”
Hephaestus frowned at the fluctuating lightning.
“No matter how it is, wouldn’t it be a bit like what I’m doing?”
“It’s okay. Daddy assures you. If you make this and give it to Mommy, she’ll be very happy.”
“Are you mom?”
Hephaestus had no doubts. Of course, even if I were in Hephaestus’ position, he would not have easily believed my proposal.
“…Okay. I’ll trust Dad.”
“Yes. This is the way to win unconditionally.”
A biggie that Hera can’t stand without changing her mind.
“Let’s present a golden chair.”
(Hidden restraints and dildos for SM play).
