Son of Artemis: The Assassin God Unleashed

Chapter 6: Oh Shit, What Have I Done? Humanity Forgive Me

Fredrick's POV:

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh fuck oh shit.

Not only is there one deity here but four of them.

"Nonne nos liberavit," The female I didn't recognize spoke again looking directly at me. She reminded me a little bit of Athena, in terms of the warlike look, but also more Roman, but direct looks wise there wasn't any similarities I noticed between her and the mother of my first child.

"Milady," Gwendolyn said from the entrance, and immediately started bowing.

"Non loqueris lingua antiqua, proles Romae," She asked again, but I had no clue what she was saying.

Then the woman, who looked very much like my daughter but a bit older and more tired, decided to speak in ancient Greek, which I'll translate for you since I know it. "Reyna, of course the child speaks the old language, she recognizes you as her lady of course, a job you only took up shortly before our capture and only the legion would know."

"ita vero, milady. I do speak the old language," Gwendolyn responded.

"Puer Romae pro his mortalibus interpretabitur," the unrecognized lady spoke again.

"Of course milady. I will translate for you," Gwendolyn answered. "she already asked which of you freed us."

I tentatively raised my hand thinking it be wise to answer a goddess truthfully.

"ita vero. Pueri gratias tibi dabunt pro reditu nostro," the male spoke this time.

"He...he says yes, and that children will give their thanks to you for returning them," Gwendolyn spoke.

"Nunc enim relinquendem est. Pueri praesidio indigent quod illis iam diu negatum est," he said, and the four began dissolving before us, before they completely disappeared.

"Uhhhh, what did he say?" asked one of the archaeologist nervously as we haven't exactly been respectful to the interior of the temple.

"Basically speaking he said he was returning to work," Gwendolyn answered, standing up and shaking in nervousness. "Anyway all the Latin translations are done. Malcolm has a handful of the Ancient Greek left, and we are getting the heck outta here."

"How long has it been since you began translating?" asked another.

"about 32 hours...don't worry Dr. Chase. Malcolm called your wife for you, and said that you were busy inside the ancient temple."

"IT'S BEEN 32 HOURS. IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN," shouted many of my colleagues, before checking their phones, and it turns out Gwen was right.

Welp I am probably a dead man when I return home. 

"Dr. Chase we should hold a press conference once we get confirmation of..."

"Don't need to await confirmation," said one of my British colleagues interrupting another British colleague. This one was showing me his phone, and the headline read; 'many prisoners found dead, all were convicted child predators, prison officials and inmates being questioned now.'

"So...we shouldn't have discounted what the Forgotten Hesperide wrote then," said one of the archaeologist.

"No shit, if he's already taken care of one..."

"make that two."

"No, three."

"No, four."

"No, five."

"Can we all please stop checking on that?" I asked, as most of my colleagues were checking the news on their phone and only coming up with stories about many many dead convicted criminals.