Greek Goddess Reviewer

Chapter 3 – Hestia’s Orphanage

The temples of the hearth goddess were scattered throughout the human world. And in each temple, there was one high priest who could communicate directly with Hestia.

I was led before this high priest.

‘Huh!’

This is driving me crazy.

Why is this woman beautiful too?

What was the point of my life as a slave for over 10 years, surrounded by ugly masters and male slaves?

Of course, she can’t compare to Hera, who possesses the dignity, status, and beauty of a queen.

She is a goddess, a goddess.

Not a human.

But among humans, she could certainly be described as having top-tier looks.

「There is a goddess before you who can be reviewed.」

Huh?

‘Wait, what?’

I quickly raised my head. The window that appeared before my eyes made me dizzy.

「Target: Avatar of Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth」

「Conquest Difficulty: Low」

「No reviews have been registered yet.」

The status window told me three things in total.

First, the being before me is an avatar of Hestia.

Therefore, there was a high possibility that this wasn’t her true appearance.

Greek gods tend to appear before humans in various forms, appearances, and races.

Because humans dare not look upon divinity carelessly.

Rather, I was unusual for having directly faced Hera.

What about Hephaestus then?

I don’t know if that was his true form.

‘Second.’

Thus, Hestia has spread her avatars throughout each temple of the hearth to govern them directly.

Not dumping everything on humans and washing her hands of it, but doing it herself.

It’s no wonder she’s called the greatest benevolent deity and the most virtuous being in Greece.

And finally, third.

‘While Hera had a conquest difficulty of ‘High,’ this avatar is ‘Low.”

In other words, the avatar is relatively easier to conquer than the main body.

‘Then the question is whether conquering the avatar affects the main body…’

I don’t know yet.

So for now, I’ll just keep my head bowed.

“Let’s see.”

Hestia’s avatar, High Priestess Pyrotera, slowly approached me. She caressed my face and gently examined me.

Ah, I feel like my heart is melting.

A slender waist and full bosom, along with slightly spread hips and plump, quivering buttocks. Her body contained an allure that stirred people’s heartstrings.

“Who on earth are you being chased by?”

I froze in shock.

‘What should I do?’

Should I tell her? Or should I not?

I sank into deep contemplation.

“It’s alright.”

Huh!

Pyrotera the High Priestess suddenly approached and whispered in my ear.

I startled at her attitude, which seemed almost like a caress.

When she’s unconsciously exuding such a lewd atmosphere all around, what am I supposed to do!

“No one will touch you here. Everything is under the protection of Hestia, the goddess of the hearth.”

I glanced sideways discreetly.

「You have entered Hestia’s domain.」

「Probability of Zeus pouncing: 45.9%」

It had definitely decreased.

But the probability was still half.

‘I can’t completely relax.’

It was just as the status window had calculated initially.

Coming to the human world had only reduced it by 1%.

“It’s Lord Zeus.”

I finally confessed.

“He, he… Hera said he was trying to pounce on me and evacuated me…”

I covered my eyes with my arm and began to sniffle. Pyrotera stared at me intently.

“Poor thing.”

She embraced me without hesitation.

‘Ah, this feels good…’

The scent of burning incense filled my nostrils. I found it difficult to control my fully erect penis.

Hold on, hold on!

If I touch her now, everything will be ruined!

The status window also said it. The difficulty is still ‘Low’!

I don’t know exactly how difficult this is, but she’s Hestia’s incarnation and High Priestess!

I absolutely must not act rashly!

“That fellow is going wild again…”

Pyrotera muttered softly. She probably thought I couldn’t hear her, but my ears caught everything.

Her breathing, her scent.

Everything.

It was as if all my senses were acutely responsive to everything about her.

「Passive Skill: Goddess Hunter」

「You can detect all five senses of the target sensitively and confirm their reactions.」

Oh shit…

It always has to rise this late.

Not like it’s teasing me or anything.

“Alright.”

Finally, Pyrotera separated me from her embrace. And while caressing my face, she looked at me with kindness.

“You must have been through a lot. Then stay here comfortably.”

“Is, is that okay?”

High Priestess Pyrotera smiled gently.

“Of course. It’s more than okay.”

That wasn’t the probability though?

“This is Hestia’s temple.”

Pyrotera stroked my forehead affectionately and smiled softly.

“I will do my best to protect you.”

Not as High Priestess Pyrotera.

But as Hestia, the goddess of the hearth.

There was belief in those strong words, and I could feel her firm resolve.

That’s why I quietly nodded.

“Thank you.”

To Hestia.

* * *

Thwack! Thwack!

“Ugh!”

“Argh!”

“Ugh, you’re strong indeed!”

The Temple of the Hearth.

Its other name is Hestia’s Orphanage.

There are many children there. And most of these children aspired to grow up and become heroes traveling the world.

In this ancient Greek world, a hero is equivalent to a fantasy adventurer or mercenary.

Their purpose is to travel around, hunt monsters, and achieve great feats.

Thus, they either pioneer kingdoms as kings or are recognized by gods to become gods themselves.

Anyway, because of these advantages, everyone dreams of becoming a hero.

“Haaah!”

And among them, those who were nearly adults or already adults charged at me.

During this past month, they too realized that I was the biggest and strongest one here.

From the children’s perspective, I was the benchmark for becoming a hero.

Thwack!

“Gah!”

Alcyon, the most skilled in the orphanage, fell miserably to the ground with just one hit.

Though still not an adult, the boy was quite agile, which was his forte.

From what I could see, he must be among the bloodlines of the gods, specifically from the Olympian 12.

Occasionally when he got emotional, his eyes would flash brilliantly, just like seeing a god.

“Seriously.”

I muttered as I rested the wooden sword on my shoulder.

“Rushing in like that with no self-control won’t get you anywhere. You need to be more careful and look for your opponent’s weak points.”

For ten years, I had persistently struggled to escape from slavery.

Perhaps because of that experience, I had a somewhat above-average discernment.

Those days were terribly difficult, but through labor, my body had become fairly well-conditioned.

“Damn, I really can’t beat you, can I?”

Alcyon sat up abruptly and looked up at me.

“As expected of big brother Homeron. You’re truly amazing.”

Not at all.

I smiled slightly and extended my hand.

Alcyon grabbed my hand and stood up.

“Did everyone see that? If you can’t even do this much, you’ll struggle to face monsters in the future!”

At my shout, all the children clenched their fists in unison.

“I’m no Chiron, I can’t turn you into proper warriors! So each of you must work hard!”

But I can watch over them.

How much these children have grown, how strong they’ve become.

At least with my discernment, I could assess that much.

Of course, I had never met truly proper heroes, but at minimum, within this orphanage, no one could match my judgment.

“These rascals!”

That’s when it happened. The priestesses came running from the other side.

Alcyon and the children hurriedly picked up their wooden swords.

“Aaagh!”

“We’ve been caught!”

“Brother! Run!”

I also grabbed a wooden sword lying on the ground. And I was about to follow the children who had already fled.

“Homeron!”

I flinched.

My footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

And slowly I turned my head.

High Priestess Pyrotera.

The mistress of this temple of the hearth, and Hestia’s avatar.

“Uh, Mother…”

And the being whom all orphans called Mother.

Because she called my name, I had no choice but to stop.

“Are you filling the children’s heads with nonsense again?”

“Huh, nonsense?”

I stood before her while discreetly hiding the wooden sword I was holding behind my back.

“In order to show the children dreams and hope…”

“Homeron.”

Pyrotera approached me quietly. Her hand gently rested on my head, then she pulled me into her embrace.

Still cradled against my mother’s chest, I savored the warmth of her embrace.

Ah. I think I’m getting an erection.

“Among those children, there are some who are fugitives like you. What if something goes wrong? I’m so worried I can’t sleep.”

She’s right.

Outside the Temple of the Hearth is more dangerous than one might think.

The children who live comfortably here couldn’t possibly imagine it.

“Mother.”

But I spoke firmly.

“Of course, we must face reality. But we shouldn’t block the possibility of growth either.”

I raised the wooden sword I was holding.

“I want to provide those children with an opportunity to grow properly.”

There’s a limit to how much I can grow on my own.

I want to gather everyone who can stand with me against Zeus.

“I understand your intentions.”

Pyrotera bowed her head.

“But they are still too young. I hope you can acknowledge that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Only then did Pyrotera smile. She turned around while massaging her shoulders.

“Mother?”

I casually asked her.

“Are your shoulders stiff?”

“Increasingly so these days.”

With such large breasts, it’s inevitable.

“Then…”

I pretended not to notice as I revealed my ulterior motives.

“Would you allow me to massage them for you?”

“Hmm?”

Pyrotera turned her head. I shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’m quite good at massage. I’d like to help you, Mother.”

Innocent as she was, she didn’t notice my true intentions and smiled gently.

“I would appreciate that.”

It’s been almost a month since I came to this Temple of the Hearth.

I’ve been patient for quite a while.

Tonight, I will make my move on her.

For my survival.