So under these circumstances, it seems reasonable that an accident might occur with the birth of new gods— but the problem Laine must now face is, since there are two gods, whom should retrieve the concept of "winter"?
Looking at the two new gods with their baffled eyes open, Laine couldn't help but focus on the miniature bow behind them.
The bow itself was ordinary, and although it was a rare treasure for ordinary people, it didn't have much effect on truly powerful deities. What really attracted him were the arrows that came with each bow.
One was a golden arrow, and the other was a lead arrow, with each new god holding one. From a higher perspective, conceptual forces swirled around them.
This was the last manifestation of the power of the Primordial Deities, thus endowing them with a mysterious force. Laine could feel that these two arrows could not be used lightly—they needed certain conditions to be met—but once shot, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Well... if that's the case, then let the person involved 'choose' for themselves."
Making a silent decision, since he couldn't make the choice himself, he decided to let others choose instead. Now, Laine planned to first introduce these two new gods to the world.
Whether as a part of the past of the Primordial Deities or in their newly-gained present, they undoubtedly had never understood this world. Before seeking their own rewards, it would be better to first understand the current state of the world.
Moreover, as the Lord of the Spirit Realm, Laine had a premonition that these two new gods were probably not the type to stay in line.
The Mortal Realm, Eryxis royal palace.
The night had deepened, and beneath the glorious starry night, the palace shimmered with scattered lights. The weather was growing increasingly cold, with a thin layer of frost forming on the streets, rendering the entire city exceptionally quiet.
Inside the residence of the former king, the old woman that Demeter had transformed into was sitting at the table, flipping through an extremely rare scroll from the kingdom. These crystallizations of wisdom were undoubtedly of extraordinary value to the human kingdom, and the king had evidently not refused Moira's request for them.
Reading by the light of the lamp, in fact, most of the content recorded in the scrolls was incomprehensible to the goddess. So, those related to weaving and casting were often hastily overlooked by her. Only parts involving the cultivation of agriculture prompted a proud smile from her, and then she would mark them with her pen.
Of course, Demeter didn't actually understand agriculture—being the goddess of all things growing, she could deduce the process from the results.
Though she did not know why one way was correct and another wrong, with just a gentle tap of her scepter, the laws would tell her how to make the plants grow better.
She recorded these things, which were also the gifts Demeter planned to give to this human kingdom as a reward for 'sheltering' her. After all, strictly speaking, the Eryxis king had made a very good impression on the goddess; therefore, she was willing to give this reward, and incidentally, spread her faith.
The goddess had stayed in this human nation for quite a while, for unlike Laine, and beyond the three goddesses in charge of "spring," "summer," and "autumn," even though the concept of "winter" converged because of Demeter, she herself was oddly unaware of this.
Thus, the goddess disguised as a mortal waited for the reaction of the gods while maintaining her flawed disguise, pretending to be an old woman who, due to an accident, had ended up in a foreign land and then came to the royal palace to make a living.
It was quite evident that, unlike Demeter's nonchalance, Clytius, who faintly sensed the identity of the visitor, did not dare to treat her as an ordinary person.
This promising king did not disturb Demeter's enthusiasm, displaying kindness and affability and fulfilling what a sovereign ought to do. He complied with the goddess's desires and arranged a servant's role for her—of course, he did not dare to truly command this mysterious guest, so unbeknownst to the goddess, the entire Eryxis palace was thus bustling.
Consequently, Demeter suddenly found her life to be more fulfilling than ever before, even if, disregarding the simplicity of the material aspects, this place without the presence of Zeus made her feel more at ease.
For big and small matters, as long as she expressed her opinion, it would quickly elicit agreement from everyone and be executed swiftly. A mere frown would bring kind souls to fuss over her, fearing that this 'foreigner' did not feel the warmth of the Eryxis kingdom.
For a time, the goddess disguised as Moira felt extraordinarily content, and if not for her concern for her daughter, she would not want to leave at all.
During her life here, the goddess even developed a strange yet reasonable thought. No wonder the foresighted Prometheus enjoyed living with humans so much that he committed such a grand sin; it was entirely understandable.
For if the life of a mortal maid brought more joy than that of a deity's servant, then as the creator of Bronze Humanity, the pleasures Prometheus might experience could possibly surpass even those of the Divine King.
And so the days passed by one after the other, and Demeter naturally indulged in the life of a 'mortal maid.' Until one evening at dinner, when she saw the child in Queen Metanira's arms, she was once again reminded of her own daughter, who had been taken to the Underworld.