"Alright, if others saw the dignified and noble Goddess of Life, the ruler of the Four Seasons, in this state, wouldn't they laugh at you?" Hera said, but her arms, white as lilies, wrapped around Hebe in a gentle embrace. She stroked her daughter's radiant golden hair, her eyes filled with maternal affection.

"Let them think what they want; it's not like they could beat me anyway," Hebe muttered.

"..." Hera wondered where this violent streak had come from. No, it ...