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

An inexplicable laugh escaped her mouth, and her eyes were as bright as gems blooming at night.

"Hey, can you tell me your name?"

"Lord Sisyphus!!!"

Medea's sense of crisis was already overflowing. She grabbed her magic wand and rushed to Russell, opening her arms as if protecting a cub from a dangerous monster, and shouted.

"Aunt, you are not allowed to attack Lord Sisyphus!"

"Oh, so you are the Sisyphus that Medea keeps talking about?"

Medea has a really good eye.

Circe naturally noticed that Medea had obvious strange feelings for the man named Sisyphus.

only......

Looking at the man named Sisyphus in front of her, his brilliant appearance and the inexplicable feeling that made her feel good about him.

Although she didn't notice any special abilities or magic being activated, she was fascinated by the strange effect.

Is it simply because it looks good?

Thinking of this, Circe immediately said to Medea in front of her earnestly: "Medea, listen to your aunt, you can't control this man."

Then, she smiled sweetly and began to talk with Russell under Medea's angry gaze.

"Honey...ah, we can't be too intimate on our first meeting. Anyway, are you hungry? Do you want to try the oatmeal porridge I made?"

"Could you please transform these piglets back first?"

The humming sound coming from his ears left Russell speechless.

Even though Asclepius and others had restrained the panicked piglets, Russell could still clearly see that some of the piglets were following their instincts, arching their mouths and trying to rush towards the banquet.

Really...

This is a bit outrageous.

56. Eat my oatmeal

"Yes!"

Circe answered with great energy and joy. She hummed a tune of her own and used a magic of recovery on the piglets.

"BiBiBiBiBi, my little piggies~ Love love love love, and regret~ I'm sorry, little piggies, although I also want to keep you in captivity forever, but for now, it seems that I have found my favorite little piggy..."

Although she said regretful words, Circe looked so happy and relaxed.

While wielding her magic power, this forbidden witch would frequently look back and look at Russell with a loving and sweet look.

"I don't even want to act anymore..."

Medea clenched her wand and muttered angrily.

and......

Medea glanced at Russell secretly and found that Lord Sisyphus, whom she admired, did not seem to have any ill feelings towards her aunt.

How can this be done?

After thinking for a while, Medea whispered something bad about someone for the first time: "Lord Sisyphus, my aunt has a very strange personality!!! She is also very jealous. If someone is liked by my aunt, she will never allow the person she likes to like someone else..."

Unlike her, she is very tolerant and accommodating, and never says harsh words to the person she likes, but only silently dedicates herself to them.

Medea thought so, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

certainly......

She had other reasons for thinking so.

For example, she is a latecomer.

For example, she couldn't afford to offend some of the women who came earlier.

It's like a goddess...a goddess...and a goddess...

Thinking of this, Medea couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

I hope those goddesses are not so mean as to monopolize Lord Sisyphus.

"Great! It's done!!!"

Circe put her hands on her hips and wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead with a proud expression, as if to say thank you for your hard work.

Afterwards, she ignored the heroes behind her who were showing off their special abilities, some with unfriendly expressions, some with extreme shame, some with satisfaction, and some with regret, as if they had not had enough of being piglets.

Circe came to Russell again and said excitedly: "What should we do next? How about trying my oatmeal first? Or should I prepare a grand banquet for you? Or..."

The witch, who showed doting and affection, now had a tone full of forbidden sweetness.

"You want to celebrate with me alone for a little while? Is that okay?"

"No !!!!"

Medea rushed to Circe in a state of collapse and hugged her around the waist.

"Don't let Aunt Circe do that!"

Ignoring the farce between the aunt and niece, Russell just pointed in confusion at the piglet on the nail plate, which was being tied to the fire and roasted with tears in its eyes.

"Isn't there another one?"

and......

Previously, the panicked and rampaging piglets were restrained by Asclepius and other unaffected people.

But this one was in danger, but Asclepius and his men remained indifferent.

This is really...

Russell had a vague understanding in his heart.

Circe looked at the tumbling piglet and said in distress, "That one? I remember it was your captain or something. After Medea revealed my identity, he kept making a fuss, saying things like "loli old woman" and so on, so I tied him there on purpose..."

"Forget it, since you are the captain of Sisyphus, then I will..."

As she said this, Circe wanted to put Jason, who was still in the form of a pig, down.

But Russell interrupted her: "If it's Jason, let's keep it like this for now?"

"Yes!"

Medea nodded and agreed.

"If it were Jason..."

Even the heroes who had just been transformed into pigs and felt the same way, did not object at this moment, but said in unison: "After all, it is Jason..."

"It's also good to eat some pants..."

"It's hard, isn't it?"

"Would you like to tuck in your pants?"

Asclepius was even more tempted to use the scented potion he had developed on a whim to sprinkle on Jason, who had turned into a pig.

"Bi——"

Jason let out a sputtered roar, but apparently no one could understand him.

Circe was kind enough to act as an interpreter between the piglets and the humans: "He said that when he recovers, he will spread your scandal throughout Greece as revenge."

"..."

After a period of silence, someone made such a proposal.

"How about we have roast suckling pig tonight?"

......

"what--"

At the last banquet, Circe took the bowl, scooped out a spoonful of porridge from it, and gently handed it to Russell's mouth.

“This is the ultimate sublime delicacy, it’s really delicious!!!”

Seeing that Russell was unmoved, Circe tried to tempt him again.

This is indeed the ultimate sublime...

However, it is not the ultimate sublime taste.

Circe had learned about Sisyphus's deeds from Medea.

The one who defeats the banshee and wins the goddess' heart.

The one who guided the Argonauts with wisdom and strength.

A man who is recognized as the master by the fire dragon, loved by the moon goddess, and even able to wrestle with gods.

A completely strong one.

Even Circe was worried that ordinary oatmeal would not be enough to turn the hero in front of her into a piglet.

So she specially prepared it, and now this bowl of oatmeal is so delicious that even she, the creator of "oatmeal", Hecate's favorite disciple, and a demigod with ancient Titan aura flowing in her blood, cannot resist it.

"Aunt, give up."

The banquet has been going on for quite a while.

After Circe prepared this grand banquet, the heroes' original resentment disappeared.

Of course, Jason has also returned to his normal appearance.

Then he was pulled over by a group of heroes and asked what the "black material" was.

Medea, at this moment, also persuaded Circe, who saw that she had obvious ill intentions, "This is too obvious. Do you think Lord Sisyphus will fall for your trick?"

He came to feed Sisyphus the Great with something that was obviously a magic potion.

How shameless.

She has never even had the experience of feeding Lord Sisyphus normal food!

Medea thought so.

"It's okay to try."

Unexpectedly, Russell did not refuse explicitly, but said with a chuckle.

"I just think it might be too hot..."

"It's okay! I'll cool the piglets down!!!"

In her excitement, Circe even blurted out the "pet name".

She brought the spoon to her lips, opened her mouth slightly, and blew gently.

But the next second, the hand holding the spoon was pushed inadvertently by Russell.

The oatmeal porridge that was originally blowing air was "accidentally" put into the mouth at this time.

Circe was subconsciously stunned, and then a feeling that something was wrong came over her.

"No—Pipipi…"

The next second, the seductive witch had disappeared, leaving only a pink piglet with pointed ears and wings on its back, looking at Russell in confusion.

57. Beat to the knees

This strangely shaped piglet just crawled into Russell's arms and looked at everything around it blankly.

Medea couldn't help but smile softly.

Aunt, this is really hurting yourself instead of others.

You are dumbfounded now!

She's definitely going to be severely punished, maybe like the captured witches in those stories...

wrong!

Wouldn't it be Lord Sisyphus who would suffer the loss?