The Greece Antagonist

Atop the grand hall of the royal palace, King Pentheus looked down condescendingly at the young heretic who'd been arrested before him and snorted in disdain.

"Apostle of Bacchus?"

In the "Sacred Words" and the "Divine Chronicle", Dionysus, Bacchus, Phanes... these were all incarnations and aliases of the God of Wine.

"We meet again, Your Majesty."

Luo En smiled and nodded, warmly initiating conversation.

"I've come at your invitation. So, how do you plan to deal with me?"

"Want to know?"

Staring at the fearless youth before him, Pentheus raised his eyebrow, revealing a hint of sinister intent in his gaze.

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"Guards, put heavy shackles on him and lock him in the cave near the stables, then seal off the entrance!"

Upon hearing the King's command, the Divine Blood Guard showed troubled expressions, hesitating to move forward.

They had witnessed that miracle and unavoidably felt some reverence for that deity in their hearts.

Moreover, the Apostle's act of stepping forward willingly to prevent the suffering of his believers had also earned their admiration.

"Are you deaf? Seize this audacious heretic!"

Under the irate scolding of Pentheus, the Divine Blood Guard reluctantly picked up the shackles and approached hesitantly.

"It's okay..."

Luo En was smiling soothingly, willingly stretching out his hands to let the crowd put the manacles on him.

After all, these people were only following orders; there was no need to make it hard for them.

Seeing the distinguished Apostle reassuring those afflicting him at such a moment, the Divine Blood Guard, relieved of their burden, felt a profound gratitude in their hearts.

They were very clear about the mysterious strength and elusive speed of the other party; if he had wanted to escape, none of those present could have stopped him.

And witnessing his former nemesis so readily falling into his own hands, Pentheus finally relaxed completely, a flash of jealousy crossing his eyes as he stepped forward to mock the prisoner at his feet.

"Bacchus? A spirit nurtured by wine? A lowly creature of unknown origin, what right do you have to command such arrogance on my land and share the glory with the gods of Olympus?"

In truth, this young king's issue with the Dionysian Sect was purely because of his pathetic vanity and the annoyance of not being esteemed by his people.

The sky bears not two suns, the earth not two sovereigns.

Thebes needed only one figure for adoration, one would be enough.

With that, Pentheus looked at the prisoner before him, puffing out his chest with a sense of victorious declaration.

"Only I—blood of the God of the Sea, Poseidon, descendant of the War God, Ares, a true scion of the gods, qualify to be a hero revered by all on this land, just like my grandfather Cadmus, to offer redemption to the foolish masses and lead them to prosperity!"

"It seems you've got one thing wrong."

Luo En shook his head, interrupting Pentheus's self-aggrandizement with a heartfelt statement.

"The reason why your grandfather Cadmus is remembered by this land and crowned as its king is that he killed the dragon, built the high walls of Thebes, and spared the people from the attacks of Magic Beasts, allowing them to live and work in peace. You have not received the people's respect and praise because you have yet to accomplish similar great deeds or save as many lives."

Immediately, the young Apostle paused, lifted his head, and looked meaningfully at the young king before speaking slowly.

"Thus, it is not the [hero] who forges great deeds and saves the people; it is those who forge great deeds and save the people who are truly worthy of being called [heroes]!"

Such words struck home.

Upon hearing this, the Divine Blood Guard, outwardly stoic, nodded in agreement within.

Indeed! They had been willing to follow the old king Cadmus because of his bravery and achievements.

If not for the legacy of their ancestors and the lack of a suitable successor in Thebes, how could this rash and arrogant scion be worthy of ascending to the throne and giving orders to them?

As Pentheus noticed the change in the gazes upon him, his face turned crimson with uncontainable fury.

"Shut your mouth! You and your god are nothing but deceivers, only capable of beguiling the masses! I will see you both eradicated from the land of Thebes!"

However, in the face of this menacing threat, Luo En laughed and shook his head.

"Wishing to be worshipped by the people, yet not striving to achieve great deeds or govern the nation, instead blaming the deities for stealing your glory, isn't that quite upside down, Your Majesty?"

After all, just a spoiled child throwing a tantrum because he failed to get love and praise.

With that character, it's no wonder neither your grandfather Cadmus nor your mother wanted to stand by your side.

How pathetic...

Luo En looked up at his cousin with a hint of mocking pity in his eyes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Instantly, Pentheus was deeply stung by that look, raging furiously.

"Guards! Throw this charlatan into the cave, now! Immediately!"

In the face of the King's stern order, the Divine Blood Guard acted as if they hadn't heard, each averting their gaze.

Seeing that none of his subordinates were willing to move, the captain of the guard, confronted with Pentheus's escalating reprimands, reluctantly stepped forward and picked up the chains bound to Luo En, forcing a smile uglier than a cry.

"My apologies..."

Luo En smiled and nodded, offering no resistance to the captain, and compliantly followed along.