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

Actually, it was nothing. Atalanta didn't think she cared too much about it, and breaking the defense was non-existent.

But, in the face of such provocation, we should fight back, right?

Atalanta gritted her teeth and praised in the same cheerful tone.

"However, Katniss, you are indeed generous and frank. As a woman, you have a special charm. Men will definitely be attracted to you as such an outstanding woman, right? It must be!"

"Huh?! The charm of a woman? Are you talking about me? Are you mistaken? Hahahahaha..."

Katniss suddenly couldn't help but clench her fists, and a similarly fake smile appeared on her face.

Atalanta didn't stop talking, but continued to pursue, saying: "Yes, unlike me, who will only be regarded as a hero, a hunter."

"Hahahaha, what you said is really interesting. It's as if...as if you're saying that I'm not seen as a hero, but as a woman."

Katniss gradually gritted her teeth and could no longer bear it.

"Are you kidding? Um, not kidding? Well, if you try to say that again, I'll smash your mouth before you even open it..."

"Katniss, you know what? When you say something harsh, you should be careful about whether you have the ability to do it."

Atalanta, not willing to be outdone, shot back.

Katniss got up from the ground and said angrily, "Okay! Let's compete!!!"

"Compete!"

Atalanta was not afraid at all and even gave up the right to choose the competition event.

"No matter what you choose to compete in, no matter how, I have no objection. I won't evade you or go back on my word!"

"Then compare..."

Katniss was just about to tell him what she was good at, intending to beat Atalanta to her knees and humiliate her.

But the figure approaching from a distance made her change her mind.

"Oh, then... let Sisyphus over there join the competition..."

A smile of successful revenge appeared on her face, and she said it with a malicious look.

Hearing this, Atalanta turned around in surprise and found the person she had been thinking about.

"I don't..."

"No escape, no leaving, no going back on your word. This is what you, the hero and hunter, promised just now, right?"

Seeing Atalanta's panicked eyes and her attempt to escape, Katniss proudly raised her head and smiled like a winner.

"Or is this all you are, being treated as a hero?"

"..."

In the end, due to many factors, Atalanta gritted her teeth.

"Compete!"

84. Being rude often has a comedic effect (7/18)

When she saw this man again, Atalanta realized how complicated the emotions she had suppressed during this period of time were.

Joy, annoyance, shyness, irritability, excitement, worry, dissatisfaction, peace of mind...

What is this sour, mixed feeling of joy and sorrow, a woven together of various complex emotions, lingering in my heart?

Atalanta didn't even understand what was going on in her heart at this moment, but she probably understood one thing.

It wasn't just Sisyphus who was going around in circles with himself on that one...

She was also avoiding the person in front of her because of some reasons.

However, before this, the man in front of her did not tell her about the incident, which allowed her to escape with peace of mind.

but now......

This peace of mind seems to be disappearing.

Once again, he had to face the guilt of facing Lady Artemis and the conflict of his own inner love...

Atalanta felt irritated just thinking about this.

"Let's start the competition! After the competition, I still have to go hunting!!!"

Since I can't face this vortex, I might as well escape again.

Atalanta thought so.

Katniss didn't notice this and just said excitedly: "Okay! Then let's compete..."

"Let's compete in archery."

But Russell naturally saw this.

He interrupted Katniss, looked at Atalanta, and spoke directly.

"This is also the skill I first used to compete with others... no, with the Moon Goddess."

"..."

Atalanta naturally knew this. How could she not care and not know the past of the two people she cared about most?

But knowing this made her feel even more uncomfortable.

What does it mean?

Tell me how you and Artemis-sama first met, how your competition began, and how your love began...

Don’t you know that this will only make me more heartbroken and more entangled?

Atalanta clenched the longbow in her hand, her expression turned cold, and her tone became even more irritable as she said, "Then compare it to this!"

"Well......"

Katniss scratched her head, feeling that this was different from an ordinary competition, and a strange atmosphere began to emerge.

"You don't want to consider my opinion? But, whatever, let's compare it to this!"

"A simple competition doesn't seem very interesting. How about adding some spurs?"

Russell's tone was smiling as he made a suggestion.

Katniss's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly, "Okay, okay!"

"..."

Atalanta subconsciously felt that something was going to happen, and after some hesitation, she nodded.

"What do you think we should add to the prize?"

Hearing this, Katniss fell into thought: "Let me think..."

"The winner can make a request to the loser, how about that?"

Russell walked forward, looked at Atalanta, and said so.

"Ok, Ok!"

Katniss clapped her hands, thinking that this was indeed a good suggestion.

After meeting Russell's gaze, Atalanta turned her head awkwardly and whispered, "That's it."

If she wins, then...

What can I do?

Atalanta herself hadn't decided what request to make, but that didn't stop her from wanting to win it first.

only......

Atalanta knew how skilled Russell was at archery.

It could even shoot through four or five mountains and hit the clothes that Artemis was hanging out to dry while she was bathing...

No, thinking of this, Atalanta felt even more bitter in her heart.

She shook her head, as if trying to get rid of Russell's "record" from her mind.

As she was swaying, Atalanta suddenly came up with a good idea that was sure to win.

if it is like this......

Maybe, it is really possible?

......

The target stands in the distance.

After all, Corinth is a country that has hosted sports games, so finding such a professional target is a piece of cake.

And here, Atalanta is explaining the rules.

"The closer the ring is to the center of the target, the better the score. The center is the ten-ring. We use the same longbow and arrow. It's very simple. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

Katniss nodded and patted her chest loudly.

Russell also indicated that he understood, then asked, "Who goes first?"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Katniss' eyes lit up and she raised her hand to speak.

Atalanta looked at Russell and held out the longbow: "You go first."

"Aren't you going to come first?"

Russell saw that Atalanta looked a little unnatural, his eyes flickered, and he pretended to refuse.

Katniss interrupted at this time: "How about I go first?"

"No, you come..."

Atalanta's tone was a little weak when facing Russell, which was rare, and she handed over the longbow in her hand again.

Russell did not refuse and took the longbow from Atalanta.

Katniss finally realized the problem at this time.

She narrowed her eyes, looked left and right, and suddenly shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why are you ignoring me!"

"never mind......"

After yelling, Katniss said a little deflated.

"If I had known you two would keep arguing, I'd have considered Lady Katniss's generosity and let her be your judge this time."

"Katniss, you're such a good hero."

After a pause, Russell praised sincerely.

This made Katniss touch the back of her head a little embarrassedly, and she covered her shyness with laughter.

"Hahaha, no, I'm not as good as you say, a hero or anything..."

"Then please ask our great hero to act as an impartial referee for the time being."

Russell looked at Katniss who was smiling shyly and asked.

"No problem! Leave it to me!!!"

Katniss patted her chest and made a promise, and the shaking made Atalanta feel a little jealous.

These two people communicate quite well.

And Katniss...

Atalanta lowered her head, looked at her own figure, and came to a conclusion.

It’s better for me to have a body like mine that is suitable for archery. If I were like Katniss, there would be a crackling sound when I pulled the bowstring, right?

However, Lady Artemis seems to have the same figure, or even more exaggerated...

Atalanta suddenly became a little withdrawn.

Russell was already standing at the agreed archery site. Hitting the bull's eye in the distance was as easy for him as breathing.