In the midst of a daze, not knowing if he was truly drunk or feigning it, Iapetus was supported by Moanda as they walked through a garden and into a palace.
This was one of the palaces that the Divine King had deliberately built, serving as a residence for the deities who lived on the Mount of the Gods year-round. Indeed, Iapetus was aware of this place.
In other parts of Mount Othrys, as the ruler of the sacred mountain, Cronus was almost omniscient. As long as he wished, no existence below the Primordial Gods—not possessing special divine authority—could easily elude his notice.
But only this vicinity was different. Out of respect for the guests, the Divine King never peered into this area. No matter what happened, no one would approach.
Leaning against the corner of the bed with Moanda's assistance, Iapetus quietly awaited the nymph's next move. But in the next moment, he was startled awake by her words.
