Summary
If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to?
Lorne, who was invited to the banquet, saw the golden apple with the words “Dedicated to the most beautiful goddess” engraved on the plate and the three goddesses in dispute in front of him. He smiled and picked up the knife.
The first step is to peel it and give the peel to Aphrodite.
“One thing I have to say is that you are indeed pretty. You can still see it as a layer of skin.”
The second step was to cut the pulp and give it to Hera.
“You are a queen, but the whole Olympus, from eight hundred years old to beasts, can have sex with you. There are even men, women, and sheep. Since you can’t save your face, I’ll give you this face.”
The third step is to give the remaining core to Athena.
“I was supposed to be born as a male god and inherit the throne of Zeus, but I lost the seed because of Zeus, so I will give you this fruit seed.”
Aphrodite clenched her fist, Hera raised her scepter, and Athena summoned the spear and shield…
Upon seeing this, Lorne quickly took a step back, keeping Eris, the goddess of discord in the crowd, firmly in front of him.
“You still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me, I can unite them in one fell swoop. Even you can’t compare to me.”
“…”
Looking at the Greek gods sharpening their swords around them, Eris fell into silence.