He was quite satisfied with the way things had developed. The effect of the Golden Apple in creating discord had exceeded his expectations. Although the two most intensely conflicted parties were not the ones he had intended, he should not hesitate any longer and proceed to the next step.
Therefore, Zeus's face showed anger, as if he was infuriated by the dispute between the Goddess of Beauty and the Heavenly Empress. But upon glancing over at all the Gods, he seemed somewhat helpless.
"You are all my kin, my arms, or the highly respected Ancient Gods—for the sake of such empty honors, to confront each other with weapons, is it a wise act? It will only turn this matter into a laughingstock."
"Then what do you plan to do to resolve this?"
As if enjoying the spectacle and not minding if the situation got worse, Hecate seemingly conjured a large pumpkin out of nowhere. She sat on the edge of the pumpkin swinging her legs, breaking off a piece and popping it into her mouth.
