In the city-state of Troy, King Podarkos was living a leisurely life.
As soon as he woke up in the morning, he urgently summoned all his ministers.
Among them were the princes of Troy, Deiphobos and Hector, as well as generals like Aeneas.
Even Cassandra, who was dedicated to Apollo and became a temple priestess, was called.
Gathering everyone in one place, King Podarkos spoke with a serious expression.
"Last night, the god Morpheus appeared in my dream... and delivered Pluto's oracle to me."
"An oracle...!"
"Hmm!"
While everyone listened intently to his words, Cassandra alone had a bright expression for some reason.
"The oracle said that if we build a temple for Pluto in Troy, it would help us overcome the impending crisis. How should we interpret this?"
"A temple for Pluto?"
"But aren't we serving Apollo? If the sun god gets angry..."
"No. If we explain that Pluto himself delivered the oracle, he won't be upset."
"But a temple for the god of the underworld feels a bit ominous."
The ministers eagerly shared their opinions.
It was generally wise to follow a god's oracle.