Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 294: The Goddess Will Never Be a Love-Struck Fool

[In just a few seconds when Moran got serious]

[She was defeated like this]

[Anyone could see that this battle was one where you seized victory, and the War God Ares calmly accepted his daughter's defeat]

"Father... I..."

"Hippolyta, there's no need to worry.

This man is a being favored by the planet; as a human, you cannot defeat the earth. This is quite natural. Just as humans cannot defeat the gods, you have presented a splendid battle."

Ares was not fixated on the outcome of the battle.

He merely wanted to see the depth of Moran's strength, and Hippolyta had done well in this regard.

He could sense that Moran had not shown his full strength.

However, with this level of power, he must have a chance even if he challenged the Machine Gods alone.

"Ares, what is your answer?"

"Ha, you really are merciless. You've given my daughter an utterly speechless defeat... Hmm, I will offer support for the alliance you envision, so you need not worry about that."

[You received confirmation from Ares]

[Now there are already three Machine Gods on your side]

[If you can gather three more Machine Gods, you will be able to form a counterforce against the six Machine Gods led by Zeus]

[You are one step closer to your plan's goal]

"Darling! You won~! I've been cheering for you the whole time, oh!"

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"Artemis, I have a lot to discuss with you about this armor of yours..."

[Artemis appeared to celebrate your victory]

[However, more than enjoying the fruits of victory, you are more concerned about this divine body barrier]

[This time, it was the goddess who felt anxious]

"Father... did you intend for me to test this man from the beginning? His strength is undeniable, but why would you, one of the Twelve Olympian Gods, treat him like this..."

Hippolyta rubbed her wrist.

The vines that had bound her were already untied.

"Hippolyta, you don't need to think too much about this...

What I am doing is merely correcting the contradictions and mistakes that have existed for a long time. Losing to this man is nothing to be ashamed of."

"... Yes, I understand."

Hippolyta replied hesitantly.

She could hear from his words how much Ares valued Moran.

No one had ever been treated this way by the War God.

As for what Ares meant by contradictions and mistakes, Hippolyta could not imagine at all.

Could the great gods make mistakes?

Hippolyta had never thought about this matter.

"Dear, I'm doing this for your safety. You see, it's quite practical in actual combat, isn't it?"

"It is practical, no doubt. However, I don't want you to make self-sacrificing decisions just to protect me."

"Hmm... Could it be... Darling, are you concerned about me?! Ah! That's wonderful—! I'm so touched and so happy—!"

Artemis excitedly pounced on Moran.

Recalling the many simulations in the past.

As a powerful deity, she had rarely been cared for; in the past, Moran often called her an idiot.

Even when he showed concern, it was often from a harsh perspective; he rarely spoke so directly.

"Wait! You completely missed the point, didn't you?!"

"Hehe~ That doesn't matter!

What's important is that as long as Darling has the divine body barrier, even if I'm not by your side, it can protect you just like I do. What I want is only Darling's happiness."

Artemis tightly hugged Moran.

Whispering intimately in his ear.

Moran turned to see her innocent and romantic radiant smile, along with her sincere affection for him—he couldn't get angry at all.

In the end, Moran could only sigh helplessly: "Really... I can't do anything about you, you silly goddess..."

"Eh! Calling me silly is a bit too much, isn't it?!"

"I'm just stating the facts. But, who told me that the goddess I fell in love with is you? Artemis."

Moran said in a gentle and calm tone.

Artemis originally wanted to sulk.

Upon hearing this, her cheeks gradually flushed red, as if she had drunk fine red wine, falling into a daze.

This direct approach was overwhelmingly impactful for her.

"Too despicable... to say it so directly... Darling... you make my heart race like this...!"

Artemis angrily swung her delicate fist.

Playfully hitting Moran.

[This scene of you and Artemis together]

[Was not surprisingly noticed by Hippolyta, who once doubted whether she was dreaming]

[The Greeks worshipped the Olympian gods]

[However, the Twelve Machine Gods basically communicated with mortals through divine oracles]

[People did not know the appearance of the gods]

[For instance, Hippolyta did not recognize Artemis, who was now hugging Moran. This was also because, before meeting Moran, Artemis had never thought of appearing in human form before the world]

"Are you... Lady Artemis...?"

Hippolyta asked, as if to confirm.

"Hmm, that's right. It's quite normal for you, little Hippolyta, not to recognize me in this form. This appearance was specially created to interact with Darling. As you can see, I am Artemis, the genuine Moon Goddess, Artemis~!"

"L-little Hippolyta...?!"

Hippolyta was stunned by the address.

If it weren't for sensing Artemis's divine aura, she might have doubted whether the goddess before her was real.

The goddess her mother believed in was actually a love-struck fool.

Such great disrespect was something she couldn't even dare to think about.

"This title is great, right? I think it sounds very cute... Hmm... Could it be that little Hippolyta finds it unpleasant?"

"No! That's not it...! I'm honored to receive the affection of Lady Artemis!"

Hippolyta's expression seemed less about being dissatisfied with the nickname and more about pure shyness.

Being given such an affectionate title by the goddess made her feel somewhat flattered.

"Artemis, I think you should maintain the demeanor of a goddess in front of your followers..."

"Hmm? I don't understand Darling's words... Am I not a goddess myself?"

"That's not what I mean; I just think it's a bit pitiful for your worshippers..."

Moran looked at Hippolyta, who had a troubled expression.

His gaze held a bit of pity.