The Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite, was originally married not to the War God in mythology, but to the Smith God Hephaestus. However, the nature granted by her godhood made her unwilling to be bound by marriage, and her husband's ugliness and disability intensified her aversion.
So quite naturally, she secretly sought her own "love," and the handsome and robust Ares naturally became one of her most frequent clandestine lovers.
In this process, their illegitimate child, the Little God of Love who likewise left behind many legends, seemed to have some connection with that Primordial Deity from the creation of the world.
He too was known as "Eros" in mythology and had authority related to desire, making it hard to believe there was no relation between them—of course, apart from being called Eros, he had another name well-known, bestowed upon him by the Romans—"Cupid."
Laine did not know if, without his presence, this Little God of Love who shared the same name and surname as the Primordial Deity had anything remarkable about him or had any profound secrets, but no matter whether they were originally connected or not, now all he had to do was to make them connected.
Moreover, in the field of the mystical studies, a name itself carries a very distinct individual trace, and having the same name naturally can carry a similar fate.
So looking at the surging mouth of the well, Laine pressed down his hand.
"Click—"
In silence, something illusory was cut off and then pieced together, and at the bottom of the "Well of Reincarnation," the breath of life became more and more distinct.
The divine being that had died before being born was there, and today, he was going to be reborn.
...
This instinctively put him "on alert," yet looking around, there was nothing that warranted such caution.
"Mm—?"
"Ares, what's wrong?"
Noticing something off with the person on top of her, the Goddess of Beauty didn't take it seriously; she simply stretched lazily. For a moment, the seduction of femininity was fully displayed by her, but to Aphrodite's surprise, Ares still showed no reaction.
But that shouldn't be the case; no matter how you looked at it, the fit and muscular Ares should not have reacted this way. For a moment, she even began to doubt her charm.
"Aphro, it's nothing, I just had a bit of a bad premonition..."
Seemingly noticing the unusual look in Aphrodite's eyes, Ares hurriedly explained. In front of him, whether she believed him or not, Aphrodite simply shifted her gaze and silently moved her belt.
Even though it wasn't worn on her body, as the inherent owner of the Divine Artifact, Aphrodite still borrowed a bit of its power. In an instant, her charm was magnified once again on top of its original realm.
Languishing on the bed, the Goddess of Beauty closed her eyes; she had used her divine artifact more than once and thus knew of its effects.
When exerted fully, even the current Divine King would be captivated by her, let alone the War God who currently possessed intermediate divine power. She was ready to be pounced on, but to her surprise again, after waiting left and right, even when she couldn't wait any longer and opened her eyes, Aphrodite only saw the War God's embarrassed expression.
Clearly, perhaps it was a forewarning on the level of fate that was too strong, causing Ares to remain in a state of "stress." While this was the War God's sharpest intuition, it now rendered him unable to muster interest in the Aphrodite before him.