Now, finding his sister was the most important thing.
Transformed into a beam of light, Poseidon flew towards the north. He had also heard of the harsh winter stirred up by Demeter, and now, it seemed she was in a human tribe.
...
Behind a cloud over the ocean,
"Alright, work's done—next, we just wait at that goddess's place."
Clapping his hands, Volos said contentedly.
His golden arrow would keep going forward until it hit its target. Although there were beings in this world that could stop it, at least Poseidon probably didn't have that ability.
And now, the feeling that came to him was indeed so; without any surprises, his arrow had hit the target.
"Good—"
"Speaking of which, that goddess seems to be in a temple built for her in that human kingdom."
Nodding lightly, Eros said with a bit of longing,
"I wonder when we can find some believers to play with, and then have them build a temple for us too."
"Better not."
