Greek and Roman Mythology

"Hold on there."

Arachne gathered and approached the three women who were chatting in a frenzy.

Are you hearing this wrong?

It was very unpleasant for them to talk to each other about things they didn't say.

"Hello. You can't just go around spreading rumors like that. When did I say that?"

"Oh, well, well, well, well."

"And you guys, have you seen me? I've never seen you before. What makes you say that? It's so unpleasant."

"Er... umm..."

The three women look at Arachne and smile awkwardly.

As the subject appeared during the debate, I couldn't say anything.

Besides, I think I've heard everything you've said so far, so I can't ignore it.

The three women looked at each other and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Arachne!" I ran away.

I tried to go after them, but I couldn't run because I was already carrying a load.

I was angry when he said that, spreading his will.

Am I annoyed or jealous?

After this, Arachne closes her eyes and tries to stop her anger.

"Ha."

She lets out a sigh and she feels very unwell.

She slowly takes a step back home and doesn't expect much from her future.

The rumors about Arachne spread very quickly.

Arachne's neighbors know exactly who she is, and they defended her, but the more bad rumors, the faster they spread.

Her judgment got worse and her quality got worse.

However, even in her assessment, the popularity of the fabric she made was no different than before.

Strangely, I was getting a better price.

Then one day, Arachne was selling her woven fabric.

A craftsman who makes clothes that are usually expensive and gave money to her.

I said, "Thank you every time."

"No, I would be honored to buy such a quality cloth."

Arachne took the money and handed over the cloth she had brought.

Arachne, checking the number of gold coins in her pocket, suddenly realized that her father-in-law had not left her.

She asked carefully.

"Is there anything else you need to do?"

"No, it's... I don't know if I should say this... but I'm worried about too many bad rumors about you lately. No, it's good, it's bad, but..."

"Rumors?"

".. didn't you know? The neighbors must have been quiet for you."

Arachne's eyes are sharper.

Seeing Arachne's eyes, the father-in-law clears his throat and tells a story about the rumors.

- The fabric made by a woman named Arachne is as good as the gods made it!

- Even the goddess Athens, who protects and rules Athens, boasts that she is beneath herself!

- I don't miss the name "father-in-law." But her arrogance is problematic.

"Roughly like this rumor. I don't know where rumors like this have spread from... Just in case."

"Huh, be careful of what?"

"I don't care about people's wills. After a while, you'll be buried. However, there may be a problem because of the rumors that describe Athena as beneath her."

Arachne nods.

Certainly, it is like blaming God.

People were more likely to believe rumors when they said they did not.

Arachne thanked her father-in-law in front of her and returned it.

However, the rumors rarely subside.

As one day, when she went out to buy groceries, the women who saw her began to talk again.

Arachne, who looked at those girls with contempt, looked at the clean, ignorant chapter.

Then an old man approaches the Arachnes.

As the old woman approaches the Arachnes, those walking along the road stop and stare.

"Hey, young lady..."

"May I help you?"

Arachne asked the old woman nicely.

He is not in a good mood right now, but he is still an old man, so he is polite.

The old woman nods, looking at the Arachnes.

"Courtesy... Is it true what you're talking about? I'm sorry about this old man. It's hard to believe that a beautiful, decent young widow insulted God..."

"Ha, that's a lie. I've never said anything like that. I have to ask. What makes you so sure you believe that rumor?"

"Speaking of which... why don't you go to the Temple of Goddess Athena and ask for forgiveness just in case? Lady Athena is very merciful. She will surely forgive you."

Arachne grinds her teeth at the words of the old woman.

Why should I beg for forgiveness?

I'm not the one asking for forgiveness, I'm the one spreading the will.

"No, why should I beg? It's not me who should be asking for forgiveness. It's them. Before I can ask Lady Athena for forgiveness, I need them to ask for my forgiveness."

"Ugh..."

Arachne speaks aloud as if to listen.

"Jealous and jealous of your talents, and wanting to do less! Why should the goddess Athena punish those who mock and spread bad rumors?"

"What are those useless humans? It's like a poop machine."

"Ha, good. You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Yeah, I'll give you that rumor. I may lose something else to Athena, but I'll win by a thousand bucks. Even if you are wise, can you defeat me, the goddess of war, whose fabric I weave all my life? You've already told everyone that you're the hand of God, right? Are you feeling better?"

Arachne, who is furious at the end of her head, unilaterally speaks only her words and turns away from her.

"Good job. I don't want to talk anymore."

People talk to Arachne as she turns and walks away.

Most of his remarks despised her.

The sound of blaming herself is heard in her ears, and she clenches her teeth and gives her eyes strength.

It seemed like tears would come out of my eyes.

As Arachne steps forward, forcibly pacifying her calm heart, Arachne turns her back, feeling a light behind her back.

"Oh... this light..."

"Lady Athena!"

"Goddess…!"

There was Athena where the old woman was.

He was wearing a white dress, not a garment that was usually heavily exposed.

The hair that was tied with a bifurcation was raw hair that stretched out behind my back.

"Ah…"

"If you're so confident in your skills, let's fight."

Arachne flinches at Athena's words.

But now, when he begged for forgiveness, his pride did not allow him.

And to be honest, I didn't think I was going to lose.

Arachne's face looks confident.

"Joe, great!"

Athena took Arachne to Athens City Square.

Suddenly, his surroundings changed and he looked confused, but soon he realized he had come to the square.

Athena asked him to bring a cloth weaver.

People gathered quickly.

I brought a tool to weave the cloth, and the battle immediately began.

Athena and Arachne started weaving the cloth without anyone having to tell them first.

Everyone could not keep their mouths shut as they watched the fabric being made.

It was because the two of them were weaving the cloth that much.

Over time, the cloth was completed.

When they spread the fabric, Athena saw the magnificent view of Olympus 12 gods gathered together in front of the temple of Olympus and showing its magnificence on the cloth.

On the contrary, Arachne depicted Zeus, Poseidon and Aphrodite cheating or attacking beautiful women, with the fabric trimmed in black.

They were so outstanding that it was hard to conceal excellence.

Surprisingly, though Lady Athena's work was also a work, people were more attracted to the fabric with Arachne's moral paintings.

It distracts people from the fact that it's a stimulating material.

Angrily, Athena had no choice but to admit it.

Arachne's thousand-man skills were that good.

"Excellent. It's reasonable to be arrogant like that, to have rumors spread... but!"

A silver spear appears from Athena's hand and draws a long arc.

At the same time, Arachne's fabric is torn into dozens of pieces.

The spear then swings once more, and Arachne's tools are destroyed and scattered on the ground.

"Enough tricking me, insulting the gods of Olympus! Arachne, you're out of line!"

"Ah…!"

Athena takes a step closer to the frightened Arachnes.

As Athena approaches, Arachne flinches and takes a step back.

I made a mistake.

It's admissible.

But to put it that way, even the spectators who made themselves like this had to be punished.

Grudges, fears, hatred and horror settled in Arachne's mind.

In a tumultuous horror, Arachne is her only hope, holding a black crystal necklace tightly in her hands, without even knowing it.

I prayed to the Currents of Inner Uddithi.

"Dear Seul...! '

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