"But at the same time, I have no choice but to place Silver Moon City under the watch of the Divine Court, just as I once faced the crazed Mother Earth, to prevent similar desecration from happening again."
Logical and reasonable, without any aggressive stance.
Zeus was convinced that, at this moment, he was portraying himself as a saint standing on the moral high ground, the most qualified king in the hearts of all beings of Chaos.
And quietly waiting for a response, just as he had said earlier.
For the Divine King, he didn't necessarily have to destroy Silver Moon City, as long as it accepted his 'management' or 'monitoring.'
After all, the strength of sovereignty had never been about destruction, but the aggregation of obedience.
"So, ruler of Olympus, have you finished your accusations?"
The calm words were unexpected by Zeus.
Facing the questioning of the Divine King, an old woman, a fanatic believer, didn't seem angry.
