I'm in Type-Moon, how can I let you bully me?

Especially the part that now clearly belongs to the Moon Goddess.

According to legend, Russell used his wisdom to defeat the Gorgon and rescue the goddess.

However, the title of goddess does not appear in the legend.

Medea subconsciously thought that the strong blessing of the Moon Goddess on Russell was because he had rescued the Moon Goddess.

"It's for another reason..."

At this point, Russell confessed somewhat embarrassedly.

"Maybe it's because I seem to have a natural ability to attract women."

"really."

Medea couldn't help but nodded.

Then she realized something and shook her head desperately: "No, no, no, please forget what I just said!"

This kind of thing can't be done, right?

Seeing that Medea's eyes were filled with tears, Russell sighed.

"hehe."

On the side, Jason, who was originally worried about the trial, suddenly smiled disdainfully.

"The innate abilities of our other heroes are strength, wisdom, and the nobility inherited from the gods flowing within them. Being naturally popular with women? What kind of crappy ability is that! I'm dying of laughter..."

"Jason, why are your eyes red?"

Katniss, who had recovered from Atalanta's elbow, saw Jason's red eyes and asked curiously.

Jason's teeth were almost broken, his eyes were red, and words seemed to pop out of his mouth one after another: "Refreshed!"

Who would envy such a useless ability!

Jason, feeling somewhat bitter, turned away and stood beside the banquet, turning his grief and anger into appetite.

The heroes who had originally scattered around and joined the banquet all stole glances at Russell and Medea.

"Admetus, Sisyphus is nothing like you and Alcestis."

"Goddesses, heroines, monsters, princesses, did Sisyphus mess with other types?"

"Uncle Sisyphus is truly brave, even though he's being targeted by Aunt Artemis, he still dares to mess around with other women."

"It's not just Lady Artemis, look at Atalanta, her teeth are almost broken..."

"I think Sisyphus is doomed!"

42. Why are your eyes red?

After watching Jason blend into the crowd in confusion, Katniss turned to Atalanta and asked in confusion, "Atalanta, why are your eyes red too?"

"I haven't hunted for a long time, and I can't control my desire to hunt."

Atalanta's expression was cold, but her tone was filled with anxiety.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, she just felt as if there was anger burning in her heart, and everything in front of her seemed to be an eyesore.

One guy in particular...

After glaring at Russell, Atalanta turned around and left with her bow and arrow, not even willing to attend the banquet.

Watching this scene, Medea, who seemed to be lost in thought, suddenly said, "Mr. Sisyphus, aren't you going to catch up?"

"Although kittens need to be stroked by their owners, it's a good idea to let them calm down occasionally."

After giving what seemed to be a completely irrelevant answer, Russell got straight to the point.

"Medea, is the fate of the Golden Fleece completely tied to the fate of your father?"

When asked this question, Medea's expression was somewhat downcast: "Yes, that's what the oracle said."

"Oracle..."

After thinking about it, Russell suddenly thought.

"Well, if this oracle came from one god, what would happen if another god came with a new oracle, saying that your father's fate had nothing to do with the Golden Fleece?"

"Eh?"

Medea was stunned. She blinked and said uncertainly.

"I've never thought about that."

At this moment, she probably understood why Russell was called a resourceful man.

Shouldn't a normal person think about how to pass the trial?

How can we take a shortcut this way?...

After thinking about it, Medea asked in confusion, "If you really facilitated such a thing, what would be the meaning?"

"Does it make sense?"

Russell said in a meaningful tone.

"To let your father, who had done nothing wrong, die for violating the oracle in order to seize the treasure is not what a hero should do."

"If there is no such oracle, and we come to seek the Golden Fleece according to the so-called oracle..."

Russell did not finish his words, but the clever Medea already understood the meaning.

In this way, if her father still refused, it would be just out of simple greed that he would die in another way of disobeying the oracle.

Because the Golden Fleece was originally a gift from his father to the god of war.

"and......"

Russell's tone suddenly became very sincere.

"You are a kind and innocent girl. I don't want you to be involved in such things."

"..."

Is this caring about her?!

Is this a compliment to her?!

Medea took a step back in panic.

Isn't it said that it was a complete misunderstanding?

Now you say this again...

I don't understand...

The misunderstanding at first sight, her father's matchmaking, the good first impression, the accidental "slip of the tongue", and the seemingly false concern at the end, all made it difficult for the very simple Medea to cope.

She mustered up her courage with great difficulty, but did not dare to look Russell in the eye, and just spoke in panic.

"I...I understand...I will go and explain this to my father...I'm sure if his life isn't threatened, he'll definitely agree to this..."

After saying this, Medea suppressed her shame and ran out of the palace.

I hope so...

Russell actually did not have any beautiful illusions about this.

After all, whether it is the version of the story that fate is related to the Golden Fleece or the other version of the story, Aeetes values ​​the Golden Fleece very much and does not seem willing to let it go.

That's all...

Let's go see Atalanta first.

......

"Father!"

Medea's expression became a little shy, but she couldn't help but smile.

When she met Aeetes, she happily recounted, "Lord Sisyphus said he was willing to ask for a new oracle for my father so that his fate would no longer be tied to the Golden Fleece. This way, even if he loses the Golden Fleece, my father will be fine!"

For some reason, the girl's address changed from "sir" to "sir".

In this case, it should be the best of both worlds, right?

Medea was looking forward to this.

As expected of the most resourceful Lord Sisyphus, in this way, his father's life was saved.

There is no need for us to fight.

No one will hurt others because of this, and others will not be hurt because of this.

"Medea, what did you say?"

Under Medea's expectant gaze, Aeetes' expression first turned to astonishment and then to anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! Does Sisyphus think I'll thank him for this?"

"No!"

Aeetes seemed to have realized something and woke up.

"Sisyphus did this simply to avoid being morally condemned by others!"

"Father......"

Medea realized something and said bitterly.

"Will you not give the Golden Fleece to the hero?"

"Why should I hand over the national treasure of Colchis to them!!!"

Aeetes' voice was filled with resentment, and the look in his eyes when he looked at his daughter was no longer as gentle as usual.

All Medea could see was the red bloodshot caused by her rage.

Aeetes stamped his foot, paced back and forth, and murmured: "That is a rare treasure. Many who called themselves heroes have died for it, but none has ever been able to obtain it. Do you know its power? Do you know how precious it is?"

What a proud achievement it is to possess the Golden Fleece.

"but......"

Medea's voice grew more bitter.

"Didn't my father dedicate the Golden Fleece to Ares, the god of war? That's why he had it nailed to the sacred grove in memory of Ares, and a dragon was guarding it."

"Lord Ares..."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Aeetes' eyes, but he was not struggling over whether to hand over the Golden Fleece.

He was just considering whether the heroes could do it if they proposed that they could only accept Lord Ares' oracle.

But after only a brief thought, Aeetes gave up such consideration.

There were so many heroes on the Argonauts who had the blood of gods flowing through their veins that no one could say for sure whether they could obtain Ares' oracle because of this.

The fact that he came to get the Golden Fleece was already an oracle.

It is too risky to make such a suggestion again.

Thinking of this, Aeetes became more and more anxious: "Damn...Damn Sisyphus..."

"Father!!!"

43. Apple?

This is his treasure.

It is something you deserve, given as a gift by someone else.

Why should we just give it up like this?

"Really? I've done nothing wrong. It's those so-called heroes who keep coming to claim the national treasure."

Aeetes couldn't help but complain.

"Those guys deserved to die in the trial, but..."

Aeetes looked at Medea, his eyes dark and filled with resentment. "These guys might even have a chance of passing the trial. Therefore, I told them in advance that my life was tied to the Golden Fleece. I wanted to make these heroes even more hesitant because of things like 'honor' and 'morality'..."