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

Medea had understood what her father meant.

Whether it was the trial that seemed almost impossible to him or the difficulties that were mentioned in advance, they were all means to continue to possess the Golden Fleece.

Now, there's only one question left.

Medea held onto her last hope and said, "Father, what if those heroes saved you from the fate associated with the Golden Fleece and passed the trials you set?"

She doesn't want anyone to get hurt.

Each of those heroes possesses the power passed down from the gods.

Medea could even feel some specific protection from certain people.

For example, in Sisyphus, Medea felt the protection of Artemis, the moon goddess.

That strange captain has a secret blessing from the Queen of Heaven.

Of course, for some reason, Medea vaguely felt that the protection from the Queen of Heaven seemed to be gradually fading?

Is it her imagination?

Even a strange man dressed in strange clothes and covering his whole body is blessed by the sun god Apollo.

It would be fine if these heroes simply failed the trial, but if they died in the trial, or even their entire army was wiped out, then wouldn't the gods who loved them enough to bestow blessings on them punish them?

and......

Medea's face darkened, but she didn't respond. She spoke again, "Father, accept this! I suspect the gods wish to see the Golden Fleece taken away."

Therefore, if you disobey, the consequences may not be good.

"What the Golden Fleece can do, I can naturally help my father do after I learn magic!"

After all, it's just a so-called treasure.

It was originally just the skin of a golden goat sent by the gods, which died of exhaustion while saving people.

And she, as a disciple of Hecate, will surely be able to do more and better things through magic after practicing hard.

only......

Aeetes remained silent.

Finally, the king simply whispered, "There are some things you can't do, Medea."

"Eh!?"

Medea opened her eyes wide in confusion, and her puzzled reaction was not unexpected by Aeetes.

"I know your nature, Medea. You are too naive and too gentle. Whenever you return from training in the temple, you rarely use offensive magic when you show it to me. Your best skill is healing magic."

"Every time I hear Medea say something like she hopes for a world where she can neither hurt others nor be hurt by others, I always worry."

Aeetes spoke slowly, his tone filled with heaviness and regret.

"However, the reality is not like this. You can't bring yourself to hurt others, but we need the power of the Golden Fleece to protect our country. Your brother is so outstanding, but he is young and cannot shoulder the responsibility of protecting the country..."

Medea took a few steps back in pain and opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Seeing this, a strange light flashed in Aeetes' eyes.

"So, Medea, if that great hero Sisyphus can come up with a way to have the best of both worlds, let's talk about this matter again."

If it is one's own life, it is no longer threatened.

Then the fate of the country will also be linked to the Golden Fleece.

"If it's that great hero, no, if it's those great heroes, they definitely won't make things difficult for us, right?"

......

"Why are you getting more and more annoyed?"

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, watching the waves hitting the rocks in front of her, Atalanta covered her chest and said anxiously.

The thought of Russell currently in the palace, chatting and laughing with the girl made me feel a bit nauseous.

Or every night, when you look up at the moon.

I could always feel a strange tingling pain spreading in my chest, closely accompanied by the uncontrollable anger towards Russell.

That guy always liked to provoke her when they were on the boat, doing all kinds of things to embarrass her, and after making her angry, he would do things to make her happy as compensation.

Pulling her emotions back and forth made her feel very uncomfortable.

It's obvious that what she hates most is men, but the distance between them and her is getting closer and closer.

Do not......

Atalanta suddenly realized something—

Rather than being angry at the boy named Sisyphus, it was more like being angry at himself.

She had vaguely sensed this, but was unable to face it.

"Lady Artemis..."

What spans her emotions is the kindness and faith that raised her.

After all, she felt that she could never repay Lady Artemis' kindness to her.

"As expected, let's go back to Arcadia."

In the end, Atalanta chose to escape.

She stared blankly at the ebb and flow of the tide until an apple fell in front of her.

"apple......"

"When you saw this apple fall to the ground, did you learn anything?"

A familiar voice, with a relaxed tone, rang in Atalanta's ears.

Russell sat next to Atalanta very naturally, holding a bunch of apples in his hands.

Atalanta awkwardly tried to distance herself, but after a brief moment of reflection, she gave up and simply said, "An apple just fell in front of you. What else can you learn from it?"

Later, we will leave here and return to Arcadia.

At the last moment, let’s say goodbye with this close conversation.

She thought so.

"That's a lot!"

Russell picked up the apple, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and let the sweet fragrance fill his entire mouth.

"Ordinary geniuses can grasp the principles from this. Geniuses who share Apollo's interests will admire things like 'Shi Ringo Bar'..."

"Who knows this?"

44. Are you really a hero?

Sharing a common hobby with Lord Apollo...

Is it an art hobby?

Atalanta was a little confused and asked again.

"Don't say such weird things that no one can understand!"

"Each each other."

Russell handed another apple to Atalanta and whispered again.

"Aren't you also doing something that I don't understand, running away without permission?"

I don't understand, is it true or false?

Do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?

Even small things like her liking apples were understood and noticed carefully.

Now saying this...

Atalanta bit into the apple Russell handed her with a force filled with resentment and sneered, "Don't you think it's ridiculous for a vile man to say such things, saying that you think a touch of your fist is a kiss?"

At first, Russell did not respond to Atalanta's resentful words.

He waited until Atalanta had eaten the entire apple before he spoke softly.

"I kissed that apple too."

Atalanta, who had finished eating the flesh and was about to bury the core in the soil, suddenly became stiff.

She turned around like a puppet, with a confused expression, staring at Russell.

The last time, he touched her cheek with his fist and said it was like a kiss on her cheek.

So what does it mean to let her eat the apple this time?

shame.

The shame is unspeakable. I swore to remain pure, but it was broken and teased so many times.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed like apples, spreading from the ears to the cheeks, and even the tip of her nose was slightly red.

As clear as a newly opened cherry blossom, it contrasted with Atalanta's fair skin, which was already glowing with health, like an alluring change.

Atalanta's voice trembled as she confirmed this to Russell.

"Really?"

"Fake......"

After burying the apple core in his hand under the soil, Russell looked at Atalanta, catching the panic-stricken look in her eyes like Artemis' golden-horned deer, and spoke in a serious voice.

"But this time it's real."

As they looked at each other, the distance between them was shortened again.

......

"Jason, you know me well. Although I am not afraid of danger, the task of seizing the Golden Fleece...still requires you to do it yourself."

"Jason, you know me. We...are not good at dealing with situations like this."

"Don't look at me, Jason! I've been busy researching a drug that's already reached the final stage."

"Please spare me, Jason. Hercules and Sisyphus both think that you are the most suitable person to take the lead. How about you pray to the gods for help?"

Facing Jason's temptation at the banquet, the heroes' reaction was surprisingly—

Eat the feast three times, three times.

The weak hero refused on the spot due to lack of ability.

Some special heroes, like Gemini, are not good at this kind of thing, and it will also show.

Not to mention a guy like Asclepius, who has reached the last moment and is in a state of fanaticism.

Only the last sentence was some helpful advice to him.

Jason sighed and said in distress, "That's what I said, but I really don't know how I'm going to pass this trial."

"After all, I'm good at commanding from the center, serving as a military advisor and captain."

As always, Jason made this excuse.

"But Sisyphus will definitely find a way."

"after all......"

This guy had a ostentatious smile on his face and raised his head proudly.

"That guy is the best at dealing with women. He even has Atalanta in his grasp. I think he's probably already won the heart of the princess of Colchis. Maybe we can get the Golden Fleece without any effort!!!"

only......

To Jason's surprise, there was no response from anyone around him to his speech as the captain.

This made Jason seem to realize that something was wrong, and he lowered his head again.

Then he found that standing in front of him was the princess of Colchis.

Medea.