Effortlessly capturing Athena's trace, while pinpointing the exact location of the Magic Guide Holy Grail.
...
Silence, elongated.
Like the rhythm of night breathing.
The silver-haired Goddess is somewhere even moonlight cannot reach, completely shrouded in darkness, quietly gazing at the Holy Grail before her as if pondering some question. Her expression is somewhat blank, lacking much sense of revenge or exhilaration.
Though it is revenge, after calming down, she inevitably feels uninterested because, strictly speaking, the opponent now is indeed not Zeus.
Bullying an ordinary human doesn't really bring much sense of accomplishment...
She couldn't even confront the real Zeus and utter some harsh words. No matter how one looks at it, it doesn't seem like she has regained her position...
