So Lord Mobius was certain that Nyx, Goddess of Fate, in this world, did not possess the power of fixed destiny.
Of course, there was another possibility: Nyx, Goddess of Fate, already knew of his appearance and wanted to use him for something. But if that were the case, Nyx, Goddess of Fate, should have left some mark on him.
As for the second possibility, Lord Mobius would naturally give up, as even if he wanted to resist, there would be no way.
Therefore, Lord Mobius naturally leaned towards Nyx not possessing the power of fixed destiny, which would be best for him.
Ares scratched his head and said, "Sorry, at that time, I instinctively wanted to interrupt the divine authority that formed your prophecy. After all, with prophecy, you would become a threat in Your Highness Zeus's eyes."
"No, you won't," Lord Mobius comforted him, "I didn't become a threat in Your Highness Zeus's eyes even when I had the power of healing, and that Titan God Prometheus is also a god of prophecy. He has already granted Your Highness Zeus the ability of prophecy."
"Is that so?" Ares hesitated, then continued, "But at that time, when Apollo obtained the divine authority of prophecy, Your Highness Zeus's expression suddenly changed, and he even made Apollo swear an oath."
"I am different from Lord Apollo. I am merely an existence who became a god from a Daimon, while Lord Apollo is the God of Light; even as the broad God of Dawn, he is a powerful god, plus his mother is Leto," Lord Mobius said.
"But the only difference between Apollo and you is a powerful mother," Ares asked, somewhat strangely.
"That's different, my mother is just a Nymph," Lord Mobius subconsciously touched the Twelve Flame Warhorses on his ear and said.
"By the way, how about I take you to Apollo's temple? That way, you might also learn some things you want to know," Ares asked.
"Alright, I'm very interested in this God of Light. How exactly did his power of prophecy come about?" A glimmer of light flickered in Lord Mobius's eyes.
The Twelve Flame Warhorses stopped in front of Lord Mobius.
After he entered the carriage, the warhorses quickly carried Ares and Lord Mobius to Apollo's temple.
This temple was also very magnificent, filled with a sense of harmony, and brilliant golden light illuminated the entire territory.
The dazzling golden temple doors opened, and Apollo, dressed in white robes and holding a lyre, had eyes that seemed to contain all the colors of the world.
Sadness, pity, hesitation, joy, deep affection, loss...
Apollo's handsome appearance served as a foil for those eyes.
"Mobius, I know you," Apollo gently stroked his lyre. "You are the child of the Nymph whom my sister Artemis serves on earth."
"Oh?" Lord Mobius subconsciously took a step back, a vigilant premonition rising in his heart.
This matter was a blemish for Artemis; a Nymph serving a goddess getting pregnant and giving birth to a child was a huge blow for a virgin goddess like Artemis.
So Lord Mobius subconsciously thought that Apollo also disliked him.
"No need to worry, dear Lord Mobius, your identity does not affect our conversation. In fact, Lord Mobius, your survival relied on Artemis's divine power." A light screen appeared in Apollo's hand, reflecting a forest.
That forest seemed somewhat familiar...
A flash of insight struck Lord Mobius, "Is that where I was born?"
"That's right, Mobius, this is where you were born. Do you notice anything missing here?" Apollo gently revealed the details of the forest.
"What do you think is missing from it?" Apollo descended the six steps of the palace one by one.
"Missing beasts." Lord Mobius also understood now. Clearly, the beasts came from Artemis's power; she was the mistress of beasts.
"So the forest where I lived before had the protection of Lady Artemis?" Lord Mobius asked.
"Yes, because she felt very sorry for your mother. Artemis believed she didn't protect your mother well enough, allowing her to be violated by Your Highness Zeus, so out of guilt, she protected you until the end of your life," Apollo explained leisurely.
"When your face was scratched, Artemis even asked me to wait for your appearance on your path forward, to save your face and turn you back into that extremely handsome Daimon," Apollo said softly.
"Lady Artemis," a hint of complexity flashed in Lord Mobius's expression. He hadn't expected to be under Artemis's protection.
Apollo continued, "You don't need to feel grateful, nor do you need to have different emotions towards Artemis because of your robust growth."
"These are Artemis's exact words," Apollo fell silent for a moment, a hint of emotion on his face.
His muscles shimmered under the sunlight, as if cast from gold.
Lord Mobius was silent for a moment, subconsciously rubbing his old scar, and said, "Lady Artemis's protection of my mother is normal, because my mother is a Nymph who serves her."
"But for me, I will still feel grateful to Lady Artemis, not only for myself but also for my mother."
Apollo hadn't expected Lord Mobius to say such words. Then, he said with a smile, "Well, since you want to say it, then you can tell Artemis yourself later."
"The matters we need to discuss today are more than just these." Apollo motioned for the Nymphs to close the temple doors and led Lord Mobius and Ares inside.
After Ares and Lord Mobius approached, Apollo looked at Lord Mobius and said, "Mobius, do you know your own identity?"
Lord Mobius nodded and said, "I know. Currently, I am Your Highness Zeus's last child according to the prophecy god, but the next child will be born soon."
"As far as I know, this one should be a demigod," Lord Mobius replied.
"Humans, indeed," Apollo mused for a moment.
Ares spoke first, "Apollo, I want to ask you something: Has the divine authority of prophecy on you made Your Highness Zeus wary?"
Hearing Ares say that, Apollo nodded, then shook his head and said, "Yes, but not much. I am still Your Highness Zeus's deeply trusted child."
Ares looked at Lord Mobius with some surprise, his guess was correct. He hadn't expected Lord Mobius to be so intelligent, capable of knowing these things even without the divine authority of prophecy.