Chapter 815 Athena and Zen’s Little Romance
Zen let out a small laugh, the thought of his grandfather’s rare, booming laughter amusing him. He’d never seen the old man laugh so freely before, especially when talking about Hera. It made him seem more human, more approachable—and somehow, it had made it easier for Zen to connect with him.
Hera smiled at Zen, unsure if he was being sincere or just trying to lighten the mood—but either way, having more allies felt better than carrying everything on her own. And as if he could read her thoughts, Zen quickly pulled out his phone and texted his grandfather:
[Zen: Grandpa, my sister Hera asked if you’d be willing to support Young Minister Dave in his fight against the mafia syndicates. They’ve gotten so bold that they’re causing chaos out in the open now. But she said it would have to be done covertly—Dave can’t deploy the military directly without tipping off the enemy, which could provoke them into retaliating and dragging civilians into the conflict.]
[Zen: Of course, the final decision is yours. But just so you know—if you don’t help, others might. I mean, Hera is beautiful. I just can’t guarantee they won’t have... other motives.]
[Victor: You little brat! How could you let your sister suffer at the hands of scumbags?! Of course I’ll help! I’m sending our militia—just give me that brat Dave’s contact and I’ll handle the negotiations myself!]
[Zen: Grandpa, I never said I let anyone hurt my sister. Why are you acting like I stood by and watched? Did you swallow a firecracker this morning or something?]
[Victor: Are you calling me hot-tempered now?! You brat!]
[Victor: Do you want a beating?!]
[Zen: I never said that—you’re the one jumping to conclusions. But maybe if the shoe fits...? Anyway, if you hit me, I’ll tell Hera. And with filming starting next week, any bruises will show up on camera. Even if I don’t say anything, she’ll see them and I’ll cry in front of her and tell her everything. So... your move.]