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m not used to being scolded!

…Besides, isn’t it kind of weird?
Wasn’t the war between the demon and human races in a deadlock for thousands of years?
But then the demons suddenly emerged victorious.
Doesn’t such a situation strike thee as odd?
Doth thou think Hades hast supported his own race underhandedly?

“He’s not liketh thee…”

Nay, I’m sure that gent didst something!
I hath decided thusly that gent didst, so that gent didst!

“Tell thee what.
If ‘t be true thee tries to wage war ‘gainst the other gods based on some false accusation, I, and the rest of the celestial gods shall turneth ‘gainst thee.”

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Huh?
But why?!

“It’s because thou art not popular.
We won’t place our life on the line to kick the bucket upon the battlefield with thee.”

How dareth thou! Thou art supposed to be mine own son!

Fine! At least alloweth me to grumble about how Hades cheated to alloweth his race to win!
Hades is a cheat! A cheat! A cheat, cheat, cheat!

…Hold, happily if ‘t be true should I complain to Hades, that gent shall show kindness enough to giveth us a part of the earth! I’ll appeal to that gent by using the area of the humans that gent did fail to claim as an excuse! Yeah, let’s advance with that! Time to wend our way to Hades’ lodging!

Adieu!

I am Hermes, a god of wisdom residing in the celestial realm.
I sighed deeply after sending off mine own shameful father only but now.

Wherefore is someone like that gent the godhead of the skies?

Alas, there’s naught a use in deploring now.
As the god of wisdom, I can leverage one of mine own abilities, telekinesis, to communicate with people at a distance…

…Holla, Uncle Hades?
Aye, it’s me, Hermes.

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Just now, mine own buffoon of a father hast gone to thy lodging to grumble, so prithee discreetly sendeth that gent hence.
I has’t not spake to that gent of the recent cierr, of course, prithee keep in mind of it as well and don’t allow such to slip.
Goodbye.

Being the god of knowledge, wisdom, and ingenuity, I doth know a lot of things.

So, of course, I knoweth whyfore the human race was defeated by the demon race.

The answer… lies in a certain sojourner from another world.

Zeus, mine own foolish fusty father, hast this annoying thaumaturgic spell that summons inhabitants from another world to this one without any warning whatsoever.
“He,” one of the many victims, hath taken a gift from mine own brother Hephaestus and exerted his influence by putting an end to the war between the demon and human races.

I wonder how the fusty man shall feel if ‘t be true that gent finds out that the son that one did shun because of his unsightly looks is the same person whose gift shattered his own ambitions?

As much as it does make me curious, I won’t tell that gent.

I’m certain nothing valorous shall cometh from him knowing about the otherworlder’s existence, or shouldst I say ‘saint,’ as others doth name him.
Especially since Uncle Poseidon and Hades hath asked me to keep it a secret.

Thus I, Hermes, shall vouchsafe this information shall never reach that fusty man’s ears.

For the rest of us gods in the sky, the settlement of the war on earth heralds peace.

And as gods, it’s our rightful duty to protect the peace of the saint, as well as mine own revered brother Hephaestus who hast made such a time possible.