On Mount Olympus, before the Golden Palace.
The man in black casually drew a circle on the ground.
A simple circle, an ordinary ring.
Aside from the fact that it happened to obscure the size of a few people with darkness, Achilles couldn't discern any problems.
But this was obviously not that simple. Instinctively, the young hero believed it was a trap.
Just like the golden net from before, but to him who wielded the Divine Sword, that net was long since easy to deal with.
"An agreement... what if I don't accept your terms?"
Achilles asked in a deep voice, and the man in black didn't get angry, instead he responded with a smile.
"Refusal, hahaha... If you can't even handle a circle I casually drew, then I advise you not to claim the throne of the Divine King."
"If Zeus were here, he would never be trapped so easily."
"If you are so helpless faced with such a small trick, you might as well give up early, lest you become a laughingstock."
"..."
"...Fine."
