I really didn't want to burn it.

"Ahem. I just don't think that's what it meant..."

Souji muttered with a dark expression, taking one last look at the seemingly burning port.

"Since no distress signal was sent, it should be... nothing serious."

The commander shook his head slightly, then turned and followed the Grand Duke.

As Servants of Chaldea, Souji and the Grand Duke naturally had no objection to the bombardment of the port ships, but the attitude of the attacked side was different.

The attack on the port in the Peloponnese could not be concealed, and news of it quickly spread from mainland Greece to the front lines of the Trojan War.

King Diomedes of Argos was furious when he heard that his fleet in his homeland had been attacked.

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this news, Diomedes almost wanted to drag the messenger out and kill him.

It's important to know that his fleet back home wasn't just for collecting taxes; it also served to transport supplies.

With Drake's sweep of the port, Argos lost a third of its ships on the Greek mainland, which was a fatal blow to the Greek coalition forces that were already stretched thin.

"I am going to kill you!"

As soon as Odysseus entered the tent of the allied leaders, he heard the roar of Diomedes, King of Argos.

"Odysseus".

When Philothetes saw Odysseus arrive, he quickly greeted him.

Odysseus nodded slightly. He glanced around and found that all the leaders of the Greek coalition were gathered together, including Palamedes, Idomeneus, and Ajax the Elder and Younger, who were practically invisible.

If the God-King were to unleash a bolt of lightning directly here, the high command of the Greek coalition would be wiped out, and the war would likely end with Greece falling apart.

Such a thought involuntarily came to Odysseus's mind.

However, he didn't say this aloud, nor could he pass the message on to the other side.

Although Odysseus resented the Greeks' forced conscription, which forced him to leave his wife and children, he was not so immoral as to side with Troy.

Moreover, even if Odysseus did tell the other side about this, it was uncertain whether the gods would be willing to do so.

Over the past two years, Odysseus had come to a vague understanding of the gods' purpose in waging this war, based on their behavior.

Poor Greeks, you are nothing but objects for the gods. No matter how much you revere them, they will only ever see you as playthings.

Thinking of this, Odysseus, who harbored resentment towards the Greek army, felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

Odysseus was especially pleased to see the King of Argos so furious about the destruction of his ships.

The only regret was that the fire-breathing ship (the Golden Hind), Odysseus felt he would never have the chance to thank the people on board.

Because Poseidon, the god of the sea, has already set his sights on that ship.

After all, such a powerful ship would be a threat to the monsters of the sea. As the king of the sea, Poseidon would never allow humans to conquer the ocean, and it would likely be swallowed by the waves soon.

Seeing that Diomedes was getting increasingly agitated, Menelaus, the Spartan king, finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Take care of it."

"..."*N

Menelaus's words seemed to have a built-in silencing effect, and the previously chaotic scene suddenly quieted down.

All the other kings and leaders present looked at the Spartan king with a pained expression.

After spending a long time together, they realized that what Menelaus wanted to say was that the Argos people had caused the trouble by levying taxes arbitrarily, and they should clean it up themselves.

But this statement was so incoherent and lacked a subject that no outsider would know who the king was talking about.

This is also a Spartan tradition; most of the time they are taciturn and don't speak, and even when they do speak, it's only a few short phrases, like giving military commands.

Therefore, no one present thought it was strange that Helen would elope with the Trojan gigolo.

That pretty boy is a talented guy, and he speaks very well.

Between a pretty boy and a quiet, reserved man, anyone would know which is better.

If it weren't for their envy of the Spartan barbarians' fighting prowess, these Greek kings would have had no interest in Menelaus at all.

"Hmph, I'll find a way to get another batch of ships from the mainland."

Diomedes, whose name was called, smiled as he spoke, but his smile was far too perfunctory, instead carrying a hint of mania and murderous intent.

"Well, we'll help too. We're all part of the coalition."

The other kings also expressed their willingness to provide some assistance.

Of course, everyone's willingness to help the Argos people was not out of any sense of morality from the Allied Forces, but simply because they didn't want to give the Argos people an excuse to run away.

Why is it that everyone else is suffering, but you are the only one who can escape this sea of ​​suffering?

Do you think you can use the heavy losses on the domestic front as an excuse to run away? No way!

Only Odysseus remained silent, coldly observing the Greek kings, his mind preoccupied with unknown schemes.

Just then, another soldier rushed in.

"It's terrible! Lord Achilles has defected!"

"what?!"

The once quiet tent became noisy again.

"what happened?"

Odysseus, acting as the strategist, coldly inquired of the soldiers.

The soldier quickly replied, "That... Lord Achilles... no, it was the traitor Achilles who attempted to assassinate Queen Hera, but after being discovered, he immediately defected."

"Tch, I knew that cross-dresser couldn't be trusted. He really showed his true colors," Diomedes said gloatingly.

"Traitors deserve to die."

The Spartan king's words remained concise and to the point.

The allied commander, Agamemnon, muttered in disbelief, "But the oracle said that we cannot conquer Troy without Achilles' participation..."

Diomedes retorted directly: "Oracles... so far, has any of those so-called oracles come true?"

"But……"

Odysseus pondered for a moment, then asked, "How was Achilles exposed?"

"It was Lord Jason...it was he who discovered Achilles preparing to assassinate him in the temple."

Upon hearing this name, Odysseus immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Odysseus had always been wary of the man who called himself "Jason".

Even though the gods have proven that the other party is indeed the captain of the Argo.

but……

“How could someone who should have died long ago still be alive… Where are the Jasons?”

"He went after Achilles."

Upon hearing the soldier's reply, Odysseus's brows furrowed deeply.

He sensed a thief crying "stop thief!"

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Mediterranean Sea, night.

Under the starry sky, Achilles drove his chariot across the heavens, with Jason hot on his heels.

The two chased each other, like a comet streaking across the tranquil night sky.

"What the hell!"

Achilles glanced out of the corner of his eye at the guy chasing him.

The other party chased him all the way from the Aegean Sea to the Mediterranean Sea, and showed no signs of stopping; it seemed determined to kill him.

Achilles was determined to fight to the death, but when he thought about the information he had discovered, he had to change his mind.

"We must survive, at least to tell others this news!"

Achilles bit his lip. If his heel hadn't been attacked at the first moment, causing a significant loss of strength, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Suddenly, the white light behind him accelerated and crashed into Achilles.

Achilles quickly swung his spear to deflect the opponent.

"Who...who are you?"

"Hmph, I am Jason," the man in the white light sneered.

Achilles curled his lip: "I may not know what kind of monster you are, but you are definitely not Jason!"

"Hmph, that's enough."

Jason said no more words and launched an attack with his hands.

A white light, like a violent storm, swept towards Achilles and his chariot.

"This guy... he's been playing me for a fool?!"

Seeing the attack, which was on a completely different level from before, Achilles immediately understood that his opponent had been holding back.

He quickly steered the chariot away from the attacks, but the enemy's offensive was far more intense and fierce than he had imagined.

"damn it!"

Despite Achilles' best efforts, the chariot was simply too large, and its turning agility was far less than that of a human.

The white light bullets quickly struck the tank.

Boom boom boom!

Under the continuous barrage of light projectiles, Achilles' chariot axle could no longer withstand the pressure and snapped.

"Oops!"

Achilles, trying to adjust the chariot's posture, realized it was too late; he and the chariot plummeted from the high ground.

A ship sailing in the Mediterranean suffered an undeserved disaster when Achilles smashed through its deck.

"What bad luck."

Jason expressed his condolences for the ship without any apology.

But when he saw clearly who the people on the deck of the ship were, Jason smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh my, this is quite a pleasant surprise... I've found you, Master of Chaldea."

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PS1: This chapter has been revised several times.

Because the names of the leaders of the Greek coalition were all too difficult to pronounce, Mimi-chan struggled to simplify them. _(:з」∠)_

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PS2: It's now difficult to say how much of the Spartan record is true and how much was fabricated by other Greeks to smear them.

Because the Spartans truly disregarded culture, very little of their own historical records have survived.

This is the importance of culture! ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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PS3: Achilles did indeed appear in women's clothing when he first appeared.

Because it was prophesied that he would die on the battlefield, Achilles' mother, Thetis, entrusted him to Lycomedes, the king of Scyrus, hoping that he would hide Achilles in the palace and raise him as a girl.

So when the Greeks came looking for Achilles, he was mixed in with Lycomedes' daughters and no one recognized him.

In the end, Odysseus came up with a dirty trick: he threw a bunch of things on the ground for the princesses to choose from, and that's how they found Achilles.

Because the real girls only cared about jewels and jewelry, only Achilles picked up a sword and a dagger. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Chapter 49 of the Mourning System: Host, You're a Liar Forever