The Myth of the Greek Heavenly Demon

Chapter 85 – Nemesis, The Lewd Instructor Nemesis

To make an excuse, unlike Hera or Hecate, secret arts or magic were not Nemesis’s specialties.
As a goddess, it was as easy as breathing for her to manifest divine power, but she had only learned deeper magical arts as a matter of refinement.
Originally, she was a mighty judge and warrior, more familiar with swords and blood.
However, even so, a goddess is a goddess.
The secret arts she mastered and knew were such that even one of them would take a human a lifetime of study and effort to cast, and the necessary energy was not ordinary either.
Yet her younger brother, in just about two weeks, less than a year in the time within the barrier, had absorbed all the secret arts she knew.
Even mixing the esoteric techniques of the otherworld with her original memory to elevate them into even more powerful and profound arts.

Nemesis, filled with complex emotions, swept away the darkness that enveloped her with a wave of her hand.

The abyss where her mother resided.
An endless darkness resembling the bottomless pit of that abyss.

What was the goal of the teachings called magic? It was to impose one’s will upon the world.
That was why it was called magic (魔法) instead of a miracle.
Her younger brother, though unable to fully remember, used his divine power and authority to bring their mother’s abyss to the surface.

‘How far can humans go, really?’

No matter how much he knew modern techniques similar to those from his previous life.
Such rapid progress must be due to the unparalleled talent of his true self.
However, this was something that could be understood.
Occasionally, humans would achieve such remarkable feats that even the gods would be astonished, ascending to the ranks of heroes.
That potential could not be taken lightly, even by the gods, and there were even those who competed against and defeated the gods.

However, her younger brother’s true strength lay not in magic but in martial arts.

His swordsmanship that utilized divine power, which even countered the authority of the Judgement Sword she wielded, was comparable to the martial prowess of gods like Ares and Athena.
Watching his duel with Ares revealed that the War God himself had unleashed his divine power and authority without holding back, employing his pure martial arts and combat in the fight.
The War God who had lived for thousands of years in battle.
The power of that struggle and the martial arts he had accumulated over thousands of years were not something an ordinary human could withstand, and no god of Olympus dared to face him in pure martial arts and combat.
To think someone could fight Ares on equal footing.

‘Not only martial arts but also absorbing all the esoteric techniques I knew?’

Conversely, the lessons on divine authority with Eris had been sluggish, despite Eris’ lack of dedication. Her young brother, known as Dianes, simply could not grasp the concept easily.
Even Eris, Nemesis, and Ares had speculated on the reason, with Ares even seeking counsel from Hera, only to conclude that it was likely due to his inexperience and the limitations of still being in a human body.

However, Nemesis could not accept this.

How could a prospective god, who was more adept than anyone else at handling divine power, be clumsy with it?
A prodigy who absorbed everything about her within less than a year was inexperienced?
Armed with pride as a teacher and confidence in her sibling, Nemesis was not ready to acknowledge this and pushed her teachings even harder.
But in the end, all her knowledge was absorbed by her young brother, leaving them at a parting of ways.

“Sister?”

“…Yes?!”

Sister, sister, sister.
Nemesis, momentarily lost in the sweet and beautiful title the more she heard it, was startled by the voice and flapped her wings.

“Um… So, is the lesson with you over?”

“Uh, well…”

For someone who had always been called the Strict Judge, the Goddess Feared by Gods, the Ruthless Avenger, and so on, the gentle title of ‘sister’ was intoxicating.
Sister, elder sister, or the affectionate title of Nemesis—such familiar names were new to her.

Ah, did her younger brother know?

Did he know that every time he called her by her name or addressed her as ‘sister,’ the stern expression she wore while delivering judgment would melt into a gentle smile?
That when he, with his white hands, exerted his divine power but was met with a barrier, laughing sheepishly, her hand of justice would falter with an unexplainable sense of expectation?
That when he approached her with ease and wrapped his arms around her in a way no one else dared, she would let herself relax without thinking?
When sitting across from him, eagerly discussing magic, secrets, gods, and heroes, the sparkle in his eyes and the scent that reached her nose made her black wings flutter in surprise.

With a warmth and touch so magical, making her weak like an ordinary woman, unlike her usual self, today, she sought Eris even more fervently for no reason.

What on earth about that young hero, that younger brother, entangled her so much?

Considering her divine duties, these were feelings she must certainly avoid.
To her, they were overly lewd, decadent, and undignified emotions.
Yet the warmth that came at the end of thousands of years, which she never wanted to let go, made even the stern judge waver, unable to find direction.
During the long period of rebirth, was there ever anyone who approached her so comfortably and met her so affectionately?
Could she really not seek this man again after pushing him away so decisively?

In her long rebirth, she had never felt such vulgar and depraved agony, and whenever she faced him, she had to muster all her strength to regain her composure.

‘Get a grip. Get a grip on yourself!’

No matter how hard she tried to regain her composure, the emotions that flared like a lit fire only curled up momentarily.
Like residual heat, they gently warmed her heart.
Perhaps all the focus she had put into their lessons had been an effort to avoid these feelings.

However, as a result, at the end of the class that approached in an instant, at the moment of parting, she unknowingly showed her disappointment.
Her body and emotions were uncontrollable to the point of her own bewilderment.
Since she was born from her mother’s breath, for the first time, a torrent of emotions that transcended her loneliness came to her.
Such a sweet and addictive yet obscene and decadent moment.
It was now time to cut it off.

“Right…?”

Nemesis nodded, feeling as if she were cutting off her own arm.
She was the judge, the guardian god of justice, the goddess of vengeance.
A goddess with a crucial divine duty, who must not be swayed by her emotions like a maiden of a commoner house or the gods and goddesses of Olympus.
Being swayed by her emotions any further was something neither her divine duty nor she herself could tolerate.

Anyway, to learn higher-level sorcery, it was right to seek out Hecate, the goddess who governed magic and witchcraft.
Since there was no more sorcery for Nemesis to teach him, it was right to part ways here, whether for his sake or hers.

“Ah… Haha, it’s a pity.”

“…!!”

However, even her desperate resolve crumbled at the sight of the boy’s smile, which seemed to regret her determination.

“B-but the class, the class isn’t over yet!”

“…What?”

Oh no.
What had she just said?
Nemesis, before she realized it, had clenched her fists and spread her wings wide, approaching her younger brother closely.

‘Huh…? When did he grow this much?’

When she first saw him, he seemed a bit smaller than her.
Her younger brother had grown so tall that he could no longer be called young, and he was looking down at her.
Without realizing it, her eyes, which captured her beautiful brother, looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“Ah…”

Her face flushed red in an instant, but as an elder and a teacher, she couldn’t just stand there awkwardly.
She was a goddess.
The goddess who had lived hundreds of times longer than humans, even more so than her brother, who carried the burdens of another world, was the goddess of judgment who had traversed aeons.
Even amidst the turbulent whirlpool of emotions and confusion, she could instantly find the next topic for the lesson.

‘Thank you. Eris!’

“The miracles and martial arts you show are all based on the wisdom learned from the previous world, right?”

“Th-that’s correct, but…”

Alright!

Nemesis felt secretly proud of herself at her brother’s innocent reaction of nodding obediently.
Regardless of why she felt proud.
The solemnity of the farewell declaration she had spat out with the resolve to cut off her own arm had vanished somewhere, and it was a pathetic sight even to herself.
After thousands of years, meeting now, for this brief moment, shouldn’t she be able to set aside divinity, destiny, and her resolve, and just enjoy this feeling?

Once that thought occurred, there was nothing more to hesitate about.
Like an unbridled warhorse, like a bird of prey riding the tailwind, just running forward as desired.

“You’re still having trouble handling miracles, aren’t you?”

“Uh…”

Miracles.
The power to wield divine force was divided into two types.
Miracles that create something from nothing with pure divine force.
Magic, called secret arts, that alter reality using divine force as a medium.

However, ironically, that person couldn’t even attempt the miracles all gods performed as easily as breathing, but instead, showed proficiency in the magic that even gods found difficult.

In other words, it was narrowly acceptable under her rigid sense of justice.
Even Eris ran away first, so the justification was sufficient.

“Hera and Eris both said it’s too early, but never say never. From now on, let’s explore how to handle miracles together.”

“Wh-what?”

Avoiding her brother’s eyes, which seemed to sense something was off, Nemesis simply reveled in the joy of being able to be with him legally(?).