King of Underworld - Chapter 92



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The Goddess of Mint and Thebes – (2)

“….Ha. Are you Hades?”

Mente sees my face frozen hard and calls me urgently…

I couldn’t pay attention to her.

Holy Army? Homosexuality is true love? What the hell is this?

Dionysus would not dare do such a thing, and is this really a culture that emerged naturally?

Was it because Zeus brought the Trojan boy, Ganymede, to Olympus?

Or else…

“Wait a minute, I have something to ask you.”

“Oh. Are you a foreigner?”

He briefly revealed himself to humans and grabbed the arm of a boy running beside him.

The child seemed to have had many similar experiences, so he was not flustered when a man who appeared to be a foreigner approached him.

It was a good sign that many people were flocking to Thebes, which I ruled, and that it was prospering, but first I had to find out about this strange situation.

“Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve been to Thebes, so… what is this Sacred Troops thing?”

“The Sacred Troops? Well, they’re the elite troops of Thebes! The Sacred Troops were created not long ago.”

“What I’m saying is… why was a unit created where only men do that?”

At the same time, I try not to look at the hundreds of men who are still sending affectionate gestures towards each other.

I asked a question to the boy looking up at me.

“Well, that’s what all the smart philosophers said!”

“philosopher?”

“Yes! Do you know what the result of months of discussion about love in the vacant lot was? [The love between men is pure love that excludes the purpose of procreation.] Ahem!”

No…what.

“Isn’t there some kind of divine oracle or other reason?”

Rather, the boy looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“Yes? But wouldn’t the gods like it too?”

“This?!”

“Because we, Thebes, realized a part of the truth before other cities. Theologians and priests say that the gods also…”

This seems to be the influence of Zeus…

Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since there were people called theologians.

Those who are not priests but who write anecdotes related to the gods or genealogies of the gods.

Those people also came to that conclusion?

“Mente… Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

“Lord Hades…”

I looked at the back of the child who was happily running towards me after receiving a few drachmas for answering the questions well, and put my hand on his head.

Is this the madness of Dionysus as seen by humans? I wish I had paid more attention to Thebes.

I’ve been quite busy lately so I haven’t been able to check out Thebes, and this is what it looks like.

This is exactly when the power of the gods is to be used.

Once the date with Mente is over, I must appear in the dreams of the King or High Priest of Thebes and give him an oracle.

If you were to immediately disband the Holy Corps or throw homosexuals into Tartarus, there would be chaos…

Even if you just hint at something like “Pluto doesn’t like homosexuality”, it’ll stop.

I stopped thinking and grabbed Mente’s right hand, who was quietly looking at me from the side.

“ah…!”

“I’m sorry, Mente. I was lost in thought for a moment while leaving you behind.”

“No, I’m fine as long as you don’t think about other goddesses!”

“It looks like there’s some kind of festival going on over there. Let’s go over there.”

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I held Mente’s hand and moved in one direction.

It’s a lot better now that I don’t see those weird guys talking about the divine… or whatever.

As I had expected, today in Thebes, people were walking around with lively smiles on their faces, as if there was some kind of festival going on.

But what are the things stuck in the citizens’ hair… mint leaves?

“It’s definitely a festival day, so there are a lot of people… Please give me a mint leaf too.”

“Yes, here it is.”

A man bought a mint leaf from a street vendor and stuck the mint leaf next to his ear.

If you have the will to participate in the festival, it’s like putting a mint in your hair.

So is the festival being held in Thebes now for Mente?

“For 3 days starting today! We’re selling mint oil at a low price! It’s good for your bath or for applying on your body!”

“Is it more effective than olive oil?”

“This is the mint perfume that makes you see Elysion right before your eyes, right now…”

“As expected from a city that worships the god Pluto, they also hold a mint festival.”

“What a strange city, serving the fearsome lord of the underworld…”

“Shh, you’ll get cursed at for saying that here. Have you forgotten that most Thebans are Pluto worshippers?”

“There is a mint that has been recognized as having efficacy even by the priests of the temple of Apollo in faraway Lydia…”

“It means that even Phoebus, the god of medicine, thinks favorably of mint leaves.”

“It is said to have the function of clearing the head and reducing fever. In addition to that…”

All these people are making a fuss over the symbol I have set, and even holding a festival.

Everyone praises and expresses gratitude for God’s grace.

A sight that always warms the heart and gives a sense of accomplishment when seen.

Mente, who was following me while holding my hand, also had a pleasant smile on his face.

“Hehehe… Lord Hades. Humans really like mint!”

“It’s all thanks to you that you created it. It was a feat worthy of being called a god.”

Mente looks at me and smiles brightly.

Is this refreshing scent coming from her? Or from the humans nearby enjoying the mint festival?

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“I… I have a question.”

“what?”

“That was when we first met. You said you wanted mint as your symbol.”

“…?”

“Can you tell me what you mean by “lost memory…”? What is it that you use a plant I created as a symbol for?”

“Okay, in return for helping me regain my forgotten memories, I’ll grant you one wish.”

Mente looks at me with sparkling eyes.

But… even if I told you that there was a time in the distant past when I was mortal, you wouldn’t believe me.

Because the reincarnation of mortals is managed by the various gods of the underworld.

In a world where science is advanced, there are many foods made with mint, and we clean our mouths by smelling its unique scent every day after meals.

Mente would not know, so my answer is…

“That mint was a plant I originally knew.”

“Yes? But before I accidentally made it, there was nothing in the world…”

“A long time ago, in a time you don’t know… there was a plant that was always by my side and its name was mint.”

Mente’s face, which was looking at me, changed into a hazy one.

I don’t know what he was imagining, but he continued talking.

“When that refreshing and unique scent, which many people either like or dislike, reached my nose, I knew that it was the plant you had created.”

“ah…”

“That’s why I chose mint as my symbol.”

Mint leaves stuck in the heads of people who are talking noisily around you.

To other gods, it was just a plant with a unique scent, but to me, it was a medium that brought back old memories.

A precious plant that reminds us that we were once mortal, not immortal.

That’s mint. And the man who made it…

I put my hand on Mente’s cheek, who was quietly looking at me.

A refreshing scent wafts from her hair as she leans against me instead of avoiding me.

“I’m always grateful to you, Mente.”

“What are you talking about… The favor I received from Hades, a mere nymph…”

“No, you brought back memories for me that nothing can replace.”

Power, status, fame… Having been reincarnated as a powerful god, I had no regrets about any of it.

It’s been so long that I don’t remember very well, but I’m sure I tried to get my hands on those things in my past life.

So what’s not in my hands right now is…

No, I remember clearly, but it’s memories from my past life that are flowing away like water.

“…I get these bad thoughts sometimes. Sometimes… I look down on mortals, like the damn gods I used to hate.”

“Hades, the god of mercy to humans… even you?!”

Not just any god, but even Zeus, the king of the three main gods, cannot treat me carelessly.

Most gods are younger than me or have lower ranks.

The deity in charge there is the underworld, which mortals fear the most.

I am the lord of the underworld, possessing everything: title, wealth, and power.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel even a little bit of arrogance.

“Because I am not a perfect god… I often fall into arrogance, thinking it is natural that mortals praise and fear me.”

“Lord Hades…”

“There were times when I thought that as the great master of the underworld, I should not tolerate the rudeness of humans and should show my majesty.”

“But Hades is praised as the most just and merciful of all gods.”

“It’s the result of effort, not my innate nature.”

I, who am also called the God of Mercy to mortals…

Even when punishing Tantalus a while ago, I had to suppress the thoughts of even more horrible punishments that came to mind.

I also want to sentence criminals to the ultimate punishment without giving them a chance to make excuses.

Most of the ideas that formed the basis of this were anger towards the person who killed his own son and cooked him.

There was also a faint sense of anger at the idea that a lowly human being would dare to deceive and insult the gods.

“The master of the underworld, who should be more fair than anyone else, is actually a clumsy god who often wavers like this. Has your illusion about me been shattered a little, Mente?”

“No, no… Not at all. The Hades I know…”

I looked at Mente’s face with a smile.

There is a hint of water in her clear, turquoise eyes.

He reached out and wiped her eyes, then placed his hand on the soft back of her neck.

When I saw the goddess’s pale skin up close, my heart moved. I realized that I had the same thoughts as her.

“You are the one who catches me every once in a while.”

“Should I… go?”

“Yes, every time I think of you and remember the smell of mint… it makes me reflect on my actions.”

As time goes by and my perspective on mortality changes, what holds me back are my memories as a human being.

It was a scent I always smelled, but it wasn’t that special in my previous life…

Now, I am the god of the underworld,

Mint is something that reminds me that I was once mortal.

“And I’m always grateful to you for making mint, and I feel like I owe you a favor.”

“And…? Also…”

“…I think I feel the same way as you.”

Mente’s face, which had been looking at me pitifully, turns bright red.

I looked at her face, which looked like it would burst if I touched it, and slowly pulled with force on the hand that grabbed the back of her neck.

The face of a goddess that approaches without resistance, like iron being drawn to a magnet.

In the midst of the suffocatingly strong scent of mint… I locked lips with hers.

“Haha…”

This sweet and refreshing feeling…

Obviously, it was peppermint candy.

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