Beauty of Thebes - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Cute Little Bun

Artemis was chasing her and Apollo saved her. Eutostea had lost consciousness during the treatment and what she awoke to was a simple room that felt like home and… the face of Dionysus, who she thought she’d never see again after the festival.

It was unlikely for a person like her to immediately understand what was going on when she had just awoken.

“Don’t be like that. This isn’t a strange place. It’s my temple,” Dionysus grinned and answered one of her many questions.

“Why am I here? Why are you…” Eutostea cleared her mind and got to the point, “…What about Artemis?”

The name gave her goosebumps. The hairs on her arms stood up and anxiety washed over her eyes.

“Wouldn’t it be better to worry about yourself first than the angry goddess who wants to kill you?”

Dionysus naturally changed the subject. It was foolish to have her think of something terrible when she had almost died and barely lived to see another day.

“I’ll answer the question to your curiosity when you recover.”

Eutostea tried to raise her upper body, but she fell back into a fit of pain.

“You see, I told you. Why can’t you listen? Stubborn woman,” said Dionysus, kicking his tongue. “Apollo’s fine, but the shock your body remembers hasn’t recovered yet. You’ll be like that for a while.”

He stirred the golden chalice in his hand. The red wine turned clear. Dionysus tipped the cup around Eutostea’s mouth and told her to drink.

“It’s a warm-heated medicine. It’ll help ease the pain.”

Eutostea looked down at the chalice with a complicated heart.

“I remember what happened after you gave me the drink… is there nothing on this?”

“What? Don’t give me that look. I didn’t put anything suspicious. It’s real medicine. Must I swear on the Styx River?” Dionysus said proudly, his heart stabbed with a knife.

“Don’t do that. It’ll be a burden.”

“Drink it, then. My arm is about to fall,” Dionysus pointed to his wobbly hand with his eyes and cried.

‘Would it feel like this if I had a younger brother?’

Eutostea thought of a terrible imagination as she tilted the chalice and drank the liquid ‘medicine’ without further resistance.

Dionysus helped her slowly as she watched her drink.

To Eutostea, it tasted more like fruit juice than alcohol. Eutostea drank the whole chalice without repulsion. The thirst and sore throat she felt had disappeared. Above all, the pain in her shoulder, which kept poking and nagging her, disappeared as if it had never occurred.

Putting weight on her elbow, Eutostea got out of bed.

“Thank you, Dionysus. I’m not sick anymore.”

“It didn’t taste so bad for a weakling like you, right?”

“Yes, it was delicious. By the way, can you explain why I’m here?”

“Of course. But before that, do you want to see the temple and get some fresh air? I’ll show you around.”

“I think we can take a look after getting an explanation.”

“In this place? Boring. I’ll tell you in the garden while we have lunch. This place isn’t suitable for long conversations. There’s a lot of dust too…”

“I think it’s comfortable enough here.”

“I mean, it doesn’t hurt me to see you being so stubbornly cute, Eutostea.”

Cute…

Eutostea was speechless for a moment.

Dionysus took this chance as a good opportunity. He lifted her body and carried her, mindful that Eutostea wasn’t able to use her feet well.

Eutostea scrambled and grabbed his hair like a rat.

“Dionysus!”

“Aya, aya, aya. Stop moving, I’ll slap the cuteness out of you,” playing pretend, Dionysus said in a voice of annoyance.

“What are you doing? Put me down right now!” Eustostea exclaimed.

The feeling of the unsteady floating in the air was not pleasant. Eutostea was genuinely angry and gripped on Dionysus’ hair harder. The leaves of the grape vide hidden in his hair crumpled in her grasp.

“You want to pull out all my hair and make me go bald? You really want to smack the handsomeness out of me, don’t you? Please don’t. It’s the only thing going for me. Now, I won’t drop you, so just relax and stay still. You won’t be able to walk properly because you hurt your foot, so I’ll just carry you like this.”

“Give me a cane. I’ll walk on my own!” Eutostea shouted.

Dionysus’ face flushed red. “Every cane I have has a handle carved into the shape of my little manhood… are you really that interested? Wow. Well, I don’t mind letting you try the real thing now.”

“……”

“Do you want to do it right now? You’re hurt, but I think I can handle you.”

“…Just be quiet and go.”

Eutostea covered her beet-red face with both hands.

Dionysus smiled cheerfully and walked out of the inner room.

“We’ve already seen each other. What’s there to be ashamed of, my little cute bun? You quite liked it when you rode me that night.”

Eutostea glared silently at Dionysus, who kept spouting mean things.