"Enough, you shut up."
Aphrodite spoke coldly as she walked quickly inward.
She had been here before, more than once.
Soon, in the depths of the temple, she and Ares saw the presence of Hephaestus.
"...Hmm..."
"So, you encountered a mortal with an undying body?"
Even in his own palace, perhaps foreseeing the visitors, Hephaestus's true form remained hidden.
The high golden throne lifted him up, just slightly taller than Ares.
"Yes, as you can see, he struck me with a sword."
Without hiding her injuries, Aphrodite knew that although she was always 'beautiful' as the Goddess of Beauty, perhaps in Hephaestus's eyes, she was 'most beautiful' at that moment.
"Hmm... I understand."
Sure enough, Aphrodite saw a fleeting look of amazement in the God of Craftsmanship's eyes, indicating her request was settled.
After a brief thought, Hephaestus slightly raised his hand, signaling an attendant to fetch a large golden net from the storeroom.
