*Chapter 195: This is Your Right (First Update)*

*Hilarious.* Back in day, two brothers were close; it was Agamemnon who stood up for Menelaus and led Greek coalition to attack Troy. But Ares played a trick, and Menelaus ended up becoming boss.

Over two thousand years later, those blood brothers had long since fallen out over that mess. If it weren’t for Ares’ oversight and ever-watchful eyes of Olympian gods, this would have turned into a civil war.

This generation has already become estranged, and next is heading towards a blood feud.

It’s easy to imagine how poor communication must be between two families.

Upon hearing this news, Atreus touched his chin. "This could be useful."

After gathering more information, Atreus obtained a series of details, including family crests of two great houses.

 three women were dumbfounded as they watched Atreus pick up a carrot, grab a random small knife as a carving tool, and start mimicking format of official Greek city-state documents, crafting a letter on classic papyrus.

To be honest, this material was nothing compared to modern paper. To Atreus, it was an anti-human creation. But, for some reason, Menelaus loved this style.

 highest-level official documents in Greek Empire were all written on this kind of paper. Due to its traditional production methods, it was actually difficult to counterfeit.

Atreus had managed to get his hands on some authentic Greek papyrus by teleporting into home of a high-ranking Greek official and taking a few sheets.

And so, next day, Atreus transformed himself into a Mycenaean Greek named *Gioulos Laigos*.

By evening, a Greek-style chariot appeared at gate of Athenian Acropolis.

When guards at gate saw attire of newcomer, they gasped.

After checking documents, they didn’t dwell on it for long. team leader waved his hand and let them pass.

"Who’s that?" a soldier asked lieutenant next to him.

"A direct descendant from Mycenae."

"Are you sure?"

"Even if documents were forged, that brass armor couldn’t be. I took one look and didn’t dare look again, no matter how beautiful woman beside him was."

 Greek Empire held antiquity in high regard. Descendants of nobility prided themselves on owning a set of ancient Greek armor. Not medieval iron armor, but brass armor in classical style.

For this reason, every family had its own bronze smiths dedicated to crafting traditional armor.

And if armor had any divine qualities from mythological era, it was even rarer.

As it happened, someone was wearing a set of armor obtained from Achilles.

Thus, luxurious chariot made its way unhindered to Acropolis.

On surface, it appeared that chariot had entered ancestral temple of Mycenaean family, but in reality, after passing two layers of security — Spartan guards and Mycenaean temple guardians — Atreus took Helen and, from thirty-meter-high roof of Mycenaean temple, leapt several dozen meters into ruins of Temple of Athena Nike next door.

Not far away, Wonder Woman signaled that there was "no one."

There’s an old saying: You can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can’t guard against one for a thousand days.

Perhaps outer guards were busy because there were always various troublemakers trying to sneak in — curious foreign tourists or fearless old gods’ worshippers.

But inner circle was deadly boring.

 Temple of Athena, burned down over two thousand years ago, had long since fallen into ruin — half-collapsed roof, wind-eroded columns, and crumbling high walls were all bathed in bright sunlight. In contrast to nearby Athens, scene was incredibly ironic.

Atreus approached mostly collapsed altar and placed *Holy Olive* on top. Suddenly, space around him began to fracture like a shattered mirror, breaking into countless irregular fragments.

 *Mirrored Space* was activated, instantly separating altar from real world.

“Athena! It’s been two thousand years. How have you been?”

Atreus’s voice echoed across isolated, ruined temple. Other than his voice, space was silent. three women watched him nervously, holding their breath.

Standing before altar, Atreus faced void as if standing before an entrance to divine realm.

Helen clutched hem of her Greek gown tightly. For Atreus to directly address Athena by name was unthinkable in her time, but now, it seemed almost reasonable.

Time had passed, and divine power had waned.

When Olympian gods had to employ *Godslayers* to deal with a rebellious deity, wasn’t that a form of disgrace?

Suddenly, Helen understood why Atreus had confidence to summon Athena.

In this isolated space, there shouldn’t have been a fifth presence.

However, after Atreus's call, *Holy Olive* emitted a gentle green light.

An olive tree grew visibly before their eyes, and within a few breaths, it became a towering tree.

Perched on tree was a creature filled with a great deal of wisdom—an owl!

 large-eyed bird tilted its head and, with a female voice, spoke:

"What a surprise! How many centuries has it been? Finally, someone stands here again. And yet, it’s not my priest or follower, but a mere mortal who should have disappeared from this world over two thousand years ago."

It was just an owl sitting in a tree, yet as three women gazed at it, they felt as though they were seeing a breathtakingly beautiful goddess standing at top of a grand temple staircase. Her eyes were deep, as though gazing into distant horizon.

Instinctively, they knelt on one knee, offering their most respectful greeting to goddess.

Only Atreus stood tall, clenching his fists, staring into *Kazilan-sized eyes* of 'Athena.'

Instead of answering Athena’s words directly, Atreus calmly said, "I’m back. I’ve brought back person I took from Troy."

"Are you here to resolve this fate once and for all? Very well," owl said, narrowing her eyes slightly, clearly pleased with Helen’s presence as bait. But Atreus’s next words caught her off guard.

"No, I’m saying that leaving again is still an option. At any moment, I could sign a divine contract with Thor of Aesir and gain his power."

At Atreus's words, both Athena and three women were visibly shaken.

“No, wait, you—" Diana was most agitated.

Penthesilea, after a moment of surprise, grew a bit angry. But then, understanding dawned. She glanced at Atreus’s determined face and fell silent.

Helen, on other hand, nearly collapsed in fright.

Through spirit of owl, Athena’s divine eyes glowed brightly as if trying to peer into deepest recesses of Atreus’s soul.

She remained silent for a full ten seconds before sighing, “Yes, that is indeed your right.”

(End of this chapter)