"You seem to have misunderstood, Princess Artemis, I've not concealed my whereabouts. In fact, regarding your bringing my daughter back to me, I can only offer heartfelt gratitude and respect."
Girded with a long sword, not wearing a crown, clad in plain grey attire—the familiar middle-aged man emerged from the uninhabited gates of the Royal Palace.
Glancing at his daughter whom he hadn't seen for half a year, Theseus gave a wry smile and then gestured to his chest in respect to the Goddess.
"Welcome to my palace, Your Highness. Your presence makes it shine all the more."
"Hmm, I know, heartfelt gratitude and respect, I believe in your words. But I also believe that deep down, you think humanity doesn't really need deities," said Artemis with a twist of her mouth, without a hint of courtesy.
As one of the official True Gods of the Athenian church, her words could cause a great tumult within the Kingdom.
