Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Chapter 43: I want it too..



At the same time, what Atalanta didn't know was that the sound of the piano was like being embraced and kissed by the goddess of art.

His paintings...

"What's wrong?"

The old river god Asopus came over limping with a cane.

Looking at Promise, who was sitting motionlessly by the spring, watching the Pegasus and the golden-horned deer, he asked Atalanta in confusion.

"...He probably wants to draw this scene."

After a moment of silence, the huntress replied.

Upon hearing this, the old river god Asopus was stunned for a moment, then he took out his daughter's canvas from his body.

Looking at the lifelike portrait on it, he could not help but look at the boy in surprise.

"So he painted this, I thought it was a goddess of art..."

Atalanta heard this but said nothing.

And just when Promised focused all his attention on them, the Pegasus and the golden- horned deer seemed to have sensed something and turned their heads to look at him.

When Pegasus saw what was in the boy's hand, he even spread his wings, looked up and presented his most perfect scene to Promise.

The moonlight shone on the beautiful scene.

And Promise finally put down the paintbrush in his hand.

Then, under Atalanta's eyes wide open and somewhat incredulous eyes, The Godess of Moon, Artemis, dressed in a bright dress, walked out from the moonlight behind the boy.

She stood behind Promise, then bent down slightly, watching the boy draw with interest. Noticing the surprised looks of Atalanta and the old river god Asopus, she placed her index finger on her lips with a smile, asking them not to make any noise.

Seeing her beloved goddess again, and in such a simple way, Atalanta felt it was extremely absurd, simply because even in the ancient Greek age where gods were everywhere, people could not see then whenever they wanted.

There were many people who had spent their entire lives searching for God and yet never encountered them.

Even more so for the twelve principal gods of Olympus!

However, since meeting Promise, Atalanta realized that she had seen and heard more gods in this short period than she had in her entire life combined...

Yet, being able to see the goddess Artemis once again naturally made her feel fortunate, but the thought that it was all because of Promise...

Soon after, she came to stand beside Promise.

With a slightly defiant look in her sacred green eyes, she intended to see what kind of abilities Promise had that made the goddess Artemis appear again because of him!

For all this, the boy was naturally unaware.

After all, after nearly four months, at this moment, he had finally recaptured that feeling once again.

The feeling of depicting Athena on the canvas.

Thus, at this moment, nothing around could distract Promise, not even the goddess Artemis standing behind him, of whom he was completely unaware.

He only had eyes for the Pegasus in front of him.

Then, Promise set down his paintbrush, sketching the starry night sky below.

He painted slowly, yet it seemed swift.

And with just one glance, Atalanta's thoughts not only vanished instantly, but after coming to her senses, blinking, she suddenly found herself as if she had entered the painting, arriving above the stars in the night sky.

Just as she stood dazed, confused and bewildered, not understanding what had happened, a sound of hooves suddenly came from behind her, prompting her to instinctively look back.

She then saw a dazzling silver meteor darting through the vast stars, and before she could react, it passed through her body.

However, the meteor did not harm her.

As the dazzling silver light dissipated, what entered Atalanta's eyes was the silver-white Pegasus..

It stretched its eyes, running through the stars of the night sky, and at that moment, stopped on the concurrently appearing full moon.

The moonlight bathed its body, making its silver-white form shimmer with a beautiful

luster, beautiful and elegant.

As she stood dumbfounded, watching all this and realizing that the night sky was becoming ever more complete, watching Pegasus gallop through the heavens.

Suddenly, the scene in front of her shifted, and in the blink of an eye, the starry night

disappeared from in front of Atalanta,

And she found herself on a small island.

The island was barren; there were no lush forests or animals, only various statues of humans.

As Atalanta looked around in confusion, her ears twitched slightly, and she suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects scraping against the ground, slowly moving.

Instinctively, she looked in the direction of the sound.

Then, she saw something emerging from the shadows of the night, inching towards her- those were a pair of crimson bloodshot eyes.

Atalanta heard the painful wails of the undead on her body, feeling a terrifying magical power that seemed to suffocate her.

As she widened her eyes, staring at the monster about to appear before her, even her

breathing stopped for a moment...

"Little Ata, you can't look anymore!"

The sudden sound of the moon goddess interrupted everything.

The scene before them instantly dissipated, and the pale-faced Atalanta was gently pulled away from Promise by Artemis.

Once she regained her senses, the first thing Atalanta did was to take deep breaths because she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if she had been holding her breath deep under the sea and was on the verge of her lungs exploding.

"Goddess Artemis, I... I just..."

After huffing for a while, she spoke with difficulty, looking at the moon goddess Artemis before her in disbelief.

"...In the future, if you see Promise in such a state," the Goddess spoke seriously to the girl after a moment of silence, "remember, you must never get close to him again, and you must never look at his paintings!

Fortunately, this time it was only Pegasus. If it had been Athena's painting..."

"Little Ata, you... would have died!"

After saying all this, Artemis no longer paid attention to Atalanta's stunned and disbelieving

expression.

Because Artemis noticed that at this moment, Promise's brush had finally stopped.

In fact, it had been a full three hours since he had started painting.

The moment the painting stopped, Promise, who had been immersed in that strange sensation, was greeted by an overwhelming exhaustion as if his body had been completelyn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

drained.

However, at that moment, he noticed something coming to his mouth, a very familiar scent, so he instinctively opened his mouth and took a bite.

The familiar sweet taste of the golden apple invaded his senses, and as Promise gradually recovered, he instinctively turned his head and said, "Thank you, Goddess Athena... eh?

Goddess Artemis?"

Promise, seeing the flawless face of Artemis, naturally froze.

Artemis did not mind his mistake.

Her sky-blue eyes reflected Promise at that moment.

Looking at the boy, smiled, a very happy and beautiful smile.

She gently poked Promise's cheek with her finger and said in a pleasant and excited tone:

"So it was you, little Promise!

The painting Athena hung in front of the temple and proudly showed to everyone, it was you

who gave it to her, right!"

Before Promise, who was biting the golden apple, could react, and before Atalanta, who

hadn't even had time to catch her breath,

with her eyes gradually widening in a daze,

Artemis threw herself at Promise.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "I don't care, little Promise, I

want it too. I want such an offering too!"