The Greece Antagonist

Several days later, on Cyprus Island.

Within the exquisitely crafted conservatory, greenery thrived abundantly.

The roses, China roses, silver lotuses, fragrant peach trees, and many other flowers and plants were all blooming luxuriantly, emitting a rich fragrance.

Yet, these so-called earthly beauties, no matter how wildly they grew, were nothing compared to the treasure on the flower bed—a mere fraction of its worth.

——His tall figure, features as exquisite as a bloom, made all else in the world pale in comparison before him.

However...

The God of Love, Aphrodite, looking haggard after days without grooming, sat by the bed, gazing at her lover whose eyes were tightly shut and devoid of life, and couldn't help but feel a profound sadness.

Adonis, the love of her heart, had been cruelly deprived of the breath of life by death.

Aphrodite, holding the delicate cheek of Adonis on the flower bed, felt the icy temperature of his skin and could not help but suffer another pang of heartache, furiously cursing the culprit behind all this.

Ares, that damned brute! Executioner! I will not let this go!

Just as the God of Love clenched her fists, her daily release of anger, there came a faint knock on the conservatory door.

"Lady Aphrodite, there is a visitor asking to see you..."

"I will not see them!"

The God of Love, still angry, coldly refused without a second thought.

However, the figure outside the door did not leave; after a brief pause, they cautiously reminded her.

"He says he has brought medicine for your heartache, and also asked me to give this to you."

Upon seeing the invitation slipped through the door crack, Aphrodite's anger extinguished, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she abruptly stood up from the bed.

"Quick! Let him in!"

"Wait, remember to ask politely!"

The heads of The Three Graces, the Radiant Goddess Aglaea, who was passing the message outside, nodded again and again, ready to comply with her mistress' command and turn around.

Unexpectedly, the closed door creaked open from the inside with two snow-white arms.

Aphrodite hurried out of the conservatory, barefoot and with a sense of urgency, rushing toward the reception room.

"Never mind, I'll go myself!"

Watching her mistress so impatient, Aglaea, a lesser deity, opened her mouth in surprise.

As the God of Love, revered and pursued by the gods, she had rarely seen Aphrodite so discomposed.

Except, because of that man...

The Radiant Goddess Aglaea peeked through the crack at Adonis upon the flower bed, her thoughts swirling with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Is this the power of love?

It humbles the exalted and elevates the lowly. Your next read is at empire

Watching her mistress cross the corridor and disappear from view, Aglaea immediately collected her thoughts and followed swiftly.

Soon, the mistress and servant reached the spacious reception room and met the mysterious man who claimed he could cure Aphrodite's heartache.

"Is it you?"

The moment Aphrodite saw the visitor's appearance, she was slightly taken aback, her expression one of surprise.

"From Hestia's household?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Aphrodite."

Luo En rose from his seat, placing a hand over his chest and bowing with a smile.

Since Hestia was semi-retired, Luo En, a lesser deity, generally handled most matters at the Hearth Temple on her behalf.

Furthermore, after the grand trial against Poseidon and Apollo, although he didn't have many interactions with Aphrodite, they were acquainted.

Aphrodite viewed this up-and-coming lesser deity quite favorably.

Beyond his handsome and pleasing appearance, he conducted his affairs appropriately and knew how to measure his actions, seldom leaving others with ill feelings.

Under normal circumstances, Aphrodite wouldn't mind sitting down with the young lesser deity before her, sharing a cup of tea, chatting, and then deciding based on her mood whether to engage in deeper exchanges.

But now, the God of Love, with her heart set on her lover, clearly had no such inclinations.

"Where is Asclepius? Why hasn't he come?"

As Aphrodite looked around and did not see the expected figure, her expression darkened significantly, and her attitude cooled considerably.

"He met with a mishap and can't free himself at the moment..." Luo En smiled as he explained, unable to help a mischievous murmur in his heart.

Probably because he was thrashed by an enraged Hestia and is now lying motionless in bed.

No help for it, he got what he deserved for giving those unsound potions to Stheno and Euryale.

Seeing Aphrodite's face growing even more displeased, Luo En promptly took out a purple-red potion from his chest, changing the subject smoothly.

"However, he entrusted me with a potion he prepared himself, in hopes it might put an end to your heartache."

"This... can it truly heal my Adonis?"

Not only was the person absent, but even the magic potion inside the crystal bottle seemed unremarkably cheap, making Aphrodite somewhat skeptical.

Luo En, holding the potion with sincere eyes, said, "It's worth a try."

Seemingly moved by his earnestness, Aphrodite nodded and led the messenger to the bedroom, opening up the conservatory where Adonis's body was kept.

Looking at the perfectly adorned Prince of Cyprus amid the flowers and then glancing back at the haggard Goddess of Love, Luo En felt a wave of emotion for a moment.

As Aphrodite led him in, Luo En decisively pushed aside the turmoil in his mind, cautiously lifted the ultimate pretty boy from the midst of the flowers, pried open his mouth with one hand, and with the other, carefully poured the Elixir of Immortality prepared by Asclepius down his throat.