[The first prayer offered to a deity]
[However, you're not praying out of faith or worship]
[The reason for praying is simply because the one you love happens to be a deity, and praying is the fastest way to let her know of your existence]
[Thus, you chose to pray]
[While harboring anger towards the gods, offering devout prayers to them is laughable. But, with a heart yearning for your beloved, you believe this is something worth preserving]
"Darling, you really lack perseverance.
It's your first prayer, and I wanted to listen a bit longer.
Bring a bit more love, it's okay to be passionate. I'll accept it all~!"
[Artemis had already ~ heard your voice the very first moment you prayed]
[After that, she quickly arrived at the temple]
[She didn't appear before you too quickly because she wanted to listen to you offer more prayers]
[For a goddess in love, this is like an irresistible honey cake. You saw through Artemis's thoughts, and thus a bitter smile appeared on your face]
"You're still the same as always… Clearly, you heard my voice long ago, yet you still have such bad intentions."
"Who told me to like darling~ I'm here now, right? Who knows when you'll pray to me again next time! This is a rare opportunity, I have to seize it!"
Artemis smiled brightly.
She stepped lightly behind Moran, and their palms slowly pressed together, fingers interlocking.
"… Do you remember everything?"
"Of course, that is my most precious thing, more important than my underlying program. I can't possibly forget, right? That is also our story…"
"Sorry. This time, I still need to continue. Artemis, I need your power."
Moran did not beat around the bush.
As Artemis said, this was no longer just Moran's matter, but their matter.
"Hehe, dear, when have I ever refused you? As long as it's a request you make, I will agree."
Artemis said calmly.
Her tone was too relaxed.
Even knowing about her and Moran's death, she showed no confusion and was still willing to open her heart for the man.
As a machine god, she was too emotional.
It would not be an exaggeration to say she was unqualified.
However, this was the Artemis that Moran was familiar with.
From the beginning, she only understood a vague love.
There were even several times when she almost became an enemy to Moran, and several times she found herself in dangerous situations. The goddess's love was heavy in every aspect, and if one was not careful, it could lead to eternal damnation.
As for their positions, Moran and Artemis were enemies who could never fall in love.
But, Moran, as a hero, was very fortunate.
He made Artemis understand that love is not just possession, and they have walked together to this point.
If the past Artemis was a willful cold wind and snow, then the present her was a warm spring breeze that could be considerate.
"Hmm, this time, I won't lose again. Artemis, I want to see the fire god Hephaestus again."
"Hephaestus, huh… I have no problem with that; I can help. Dear, are you planning to…?"
"He should have realized the issues with the machine gods by now.
For you machine gods, rationality should be the most important, right? I will use everything I can to deal with the machine gods."
Moran's words were not difficult to understand.
The machine gods were not as solid as an iron barrel.
In these multiple simulations, Moran could see that whenever the machine gods faced conflicts between their underlying programs and divine duties, they would have intense disagreements.
And this conflict was the breakthrough point.
"Oh, oh, oh, no wonder you're dear; according to Hephaestus's usual style, just the reasons of being unreasonable and inefficient would be enough for it to rebel."
Artemis, as a machine god, understood this best.
If even she could rebel against flagship Zeus, then other machine gods certainly had their own thoughts.
Not all machine gods intended to eliminate Pelasgian.
There were still six pillar machine gods that had not expressed their stance on this.
"Then, I will contact Hephaestus later, and I will also try to avoid letting other gods know. At that time, I will inquire about the attitudes of a few other gods; I think Ares should be easy to talk to."
"Artemis, I leave it to you."
This was the first time Moran entrusted such an important task to Artemis.
Considering her previous carefree personality.
Although he was not sure if Artemis could do it flawlessly, Moran believed she would do her utmost.
Because both of them were fighting for the future.
[Men burn their bodies and minds for the future many times, while women, while feeling heartache, also feel proud]
[Hoping that as a goddess, she can praise the hero's bravery]
[Perhaps only bad women would do this]
[But if one turns away out of disgust and thinks this behavior is foolish and nonsensical, then wouldn't this romance be meaningless?]
[So, Artemis would not do that]
[She believes everything is meaningful]
"However, darling, what exactly have you experienced before we met again? It feels like you've gone through more than I imagined before meeting me…"
"Artemis, can't you read my memories? Aren't you going to try doing that?"
Moran and Artemis sat outside the temple.
They chatted casually, shoulder to shoulder.
Artemis pondered for a moment and replied:
"… No, I won't do that again. That's because I and dear didn't understand each other before, which led to that willful behavior… Now, I want to hear you tell me."
Unlike her previous willful remarks.
Being considered by Artemis like this showed that she had learned how to empathize.
To be able to teach this foolish goddess to understand this matter.
A smile of relief appeared on Moran's face.
"Your expression and aura are more weathered and heavy than I remember. Not in appearance. Your soul… I can see it; darling is still darling, but indeed different."
Artemis cupped Moran's face with both hands.
She looked at him like a girl admiring a gem, tilting her head and observing him closely, which was quite adorable.
"Truly worthy of… the goddess…"
Moran couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
Of course, he had no reason to hide anything from Artemis.
Although most of these stories were arduous.
He believed that what he felt more was beauty, so he could only feel proud of it.