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

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Perhaps Russell would even write the word shame on her body.

Sure enough, I still have to win once.

"How about it?"

Atalanta looked at Russell expectantly.

Russell nodded and said nothing more.

This made Atalanta a little embarrassed.

They had just resumed their relationship, but she used this little trick to deceive her beloved.

It is really......

Atalanta decided to make it up to Russell later.

"Then I will be the fair judge again!"

Katniss stepped forward and drew a starting line.

"Start here and get ready."

very good......

Atalanta's competitive spirit reached its peak at this moment.

She stood at the starting line in a professional running posture.

Then, at the sound of Katniss's announcement, he shot out like an arrow, his body as agile as a cheetah hunting.

"Speaking of which, Artemis's gift to Atalanta has been delivered, but my gift hasn't yet."

However, the moment she rushed out of the starting line, she heard Russell's words.

I couldn't help but look back and saw a golden apple held in Russell's hand.

Atalanta unconsciously stopped and stepped back.

The golden apple is the fruit eaten by the gods. It is a forbidden fruit that has a taste that can confuse any human's reason and guarantees immortality.

Just use this to stop any human being.

I will pick up this fruit and be eager to taste it. This is a conditioned reflex, just like the moment I pick up something hot, I will let go. It is an existence engraved on the flesh.

If you ask why Russell has this thing in his hand, it is of course because...

Hercules!

One of the twelve trials he completed was to retrieve the golden apple.

Hercules, who had already learned everything from Russell and the tragedy of his fate, obviously would not want to boast about his achievements with such things, nor would he hand them back.

So, after learning that Russell was interested in this thing, he took the initiative to give it to Russell.

"Because I only know that Ata likes apples and meat. So I prepared this most famous apple."

After handing the golden apple to Atalanta, Russell said gently.

"To the most beautiful huntress."

"Really..."

Atalanta, holding the glittering golden apple tightly in her arms, responded with some emotion.

Then, Russell naturally reached out and grabbed Atalanta's shoulders tightly.

"The game is over! Sisyphus wins!!!"

The fair referee, Miss Katniss, once again ended the game and declared the winner.

Atalanta froze in place in a daze.

"what?"

"Atalanta..."

Katniss covered her eyes, acting as if she couldn't bear to watch.

"I never said the game was paused or over! Why are you like this?"

She finally understood and advised, "Although Sisyphus doesn't have my wisdom, I still think you can't beat him. Forget it..."

"..."

Atalanta stood there silently, like an active volcano about to erupt.

Russell smiled, and his voice was like a spring that soothed his anger.

"It was just a joke. The result of this competition certainly doesn't count."

That's more like it...

Atalanta glared at Russell in embarrassment.

"But the last request does count."

Under this embarrassed and annoyed look, Russell said calmly.

Atalanta clenched her fists, but did not refuse.

Forget it.

Since I lost, I just have to do whatever requests I make.

after all......

Atalanta felt her face getting hot.

After all, there is nothing that can be done about it.

"Tell me, what's the request?"

"I remember what you like, and my so-called requirements are also based on what you like..."

Russell's gentle words gradually softened Atalanta's attitude.

She looked at the golden apple in her arms and felt a sweet feeling in her heart.

"Sisyphus, you are so kind."

"I remember that Ata likes children very much, right?"

"......What's wrong?"

"Then my request is to give birth to our common..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Atalanta's shameful and angry voice.

"poor!"

88. Do you know how hard it is for a witch to find a man? (11/18)

The salty sea breeze, accompanied by the sound of waves, knocks against the wooden windows.

This is a witch's mansion, far away from the crowd.

Perhaps calling it a "witch" is not accurate, although there is indeed a witch called the Witch of Temptation and Corruption living there.

And, in the original timeline, he would be the one who betrayed the witch.

but......

At this moment, there are only two girls in love in the mansion.

Of course, only one of them is a real girl.

The other is the eternal girl.

On the stove, the aroma of boiling seafood chowder gushed out and crumbled in the sunlight.

Although the smell is like this, it is unknown whether the so-called "seafood" and "stew" are some monster materials or herbal materials.

At this moment, Medea was skillfully opening the crucible. The sound of steam gushing out under the fire, echoing the rhythm of the tide, formed a strange kitchen symphony.

Behind her ear, she wore a light purple hairpin, which fixed her smooth hair so that it would not sway with her movements and affect her concentration on studying the cuisine.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the corners of his forehead.

"Huh huh huh~"

However, Medea did not feel tired, but hummed an unknown tune. The only thing that could be seen on her delicate face was a satisfied and fulfilled smile.

"Cooking...cooking...pharmacology..."

The dishes I made myself look delicious.

Besides, preparing food by herself is something a qualified wife should do, right?

Although I am only improving my cooking skills now, these exquisite-looking dishes are all experiments.

However, when Medea thought that after completing her cooking training, Lord Sisyphus would be able to eat the food she made, she felt as if her heart was filled with happiness.

Speaking of which, I have to thank my aunt for her inspiration.

After spending some time with her, Aunt Circe always said to her, "Medea, it would be foolish of you to abandon the magic of the goddess Hecate."

Medea actually didn't care.

Although her knowledge of medicine was not as proficient as that of Aunt Circe.

But that was only relative to Aunt Circe.

Compared to ordinary magicians, he is naturally much stronger.

Moreover, I am more adept at magic.

This is what the original Medea thought.

only......

"Practicing medicine techniques will also help with cooking, since it's all done in a cauldron. Combining the two, perhaps we can develop new skills like medicinal cuisine?"

After hearing Circe's soliloquy, Medea felt that it made sense.

Cooking and stuff...

Is this a skill a wife should have?

She cooks for her husband, Mr. Sisyphus, with her own hands, and lets Mr. Sisyphus eat every bite of the food that is infused with her love.

Things like this are really great!

"But I don't know how it tastes yet. I need to find someone to taste it..."

As for who this candidate is...

This kind of thing should have been obvious.

"Aunt Circe! Come and try the seafood chowder I made!!!"

"This is......"

Circe looked at the decent dish in front of her and said in surprise.

"Medea, it really looks good!!!"