Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

What would King Arthur think if he saw a life-sized figurine of himself being unearthed from the Temple of Hecate one day?

I'm strangely looking forward to that scene.

Medea seemed to have found a path she had never explored before, and she was inexplicably fond of the exquisite, doll-like face on the design drawing.

The underage witch was enthusiastically devising how to create such a wonderful work of art, and planned to make several detachable dresses and other styles of clothing so that she could change into a different outfit every day.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Having satisfied a certain perverse urge, Samael got up to say goodbye.

Medea, still wanting more, had a hint of reluctance in her eyes and wanted to stay longer to hear more strange and wonderful stories and learn more about model making. However, the ancient serpent pointed to the setting sun outside and politely declined.

"Tomorrow, I'll still be here telling fortunes. Will you come?"

As she watched the figure about to leave the room, an inexplicable impulse welled up in Medea's heart, and a sentence slipped out.

Samael paused briefly, shook his head, and turned back to remind him.

"The Kingdom of Colkis may be in turmoil lately. You should stay at the temple and avoid going out unnecessarily, so as not to worry your family..."

By the time Medea came to her senses, the kind guest had already walked away and disappeared into the bustling city.

Medea's eyes dimmed, and she looked lost. Seeing that it was getting late, she could only pack up the divination room in disappointment. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, she quietly slipped back to the Temple of Hecate.

As the sun set, the underage witch who had skipped work used her invisibility magic to slip safely into the house.

With a flick of the girl's finger, "Medea" on the bed turned into a wisp of green smoke, reverting to her doll form and landing on the bedside table.

Lying in bed at night, Medea, despite the unusually smooth escape from prison that day, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. A strange sense of unease settled in her chest, her brows furrowed, and she felt an inexplicable unhappiness.

Still wide awake at midnight, the little witch suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes, nimbly climbed out of bed, and sneaked out of the bedroom.

A moment later, Medea skillfully picked up the red candle, ran barefoot to the quiet Temple of Hecate, and after confirming that no one was there, closed the door, blinked her bright eyes, and obediently knelt before the statue to pray.

"Goddess, you are very kind, you will surely grant my small request, right?"

Please protect Lord Theseus; he is likely doing something dangerous. He also protected me, but I was too clumsy to help…

Also, if possible, I'd like to come earlier tomorrow so I can chat with him again.

These are just some very small requests. Please rest assured, I will continue to serve you and pray to you every day!

In the flickering candlelight, Medea furtively peeked out her fair wrist from her sleeve, untied a strand of her black hair, placed it above the candle flame, and carefully burned it in prayer.

The curtains of the main hall moved without wind, and a wisp of black smoke rose up.

I succeeded! The goddess Hecate received my prayer!

The underage witch cautiously opened her eyes a crack, sensed a profound enlightenment, and a joyful smile bloomed on her face. She immediately got up excitedly and went back to her room to sleep contentedly.

However, Medea did not notice that the statue of Hecate in the main hall remained deathly silent, while the statue of Ares in the side hall flickered slightly.

Meanwhile, in the darkness, a wisp of pink mist, appearing from nowhere, clung to the girl's body in wisps, gradually seeping into her shell.

The next morning, Samael woke up and went out as usual to stretch his muscles and wash up, while also planning his exploration route for the day.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the cabin and into the living room, dozens of heroes gathered in a corner and turned around one after another. All their strange gazes were fixed on him, and there was even a strange sense of anxiety in the air.

Samael, who was holding a plate and munching on bread, was startled. He felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of so many burly men showing him such concern, and he muttered irritably.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's just breakfast. Go get it yourself if you want some."

"Nobody cares what you eat, but shouldn't we explain the background of this child?"

At this moment, the crowd dispersed slightly, and Atalanta frowned and snorted coldly, holding the hand of a little girl with purple hair and purple eyes who looked slightly shy.

This uninvited guest was none other than Medea, the underage witch who had betrayed them yesterday!

"Lord Theseus, thanks to the divine guidance, you are indeed here!"

The moment Medea saw Samael, her eyes blazed with intense light. She immediately broke free from Atalanta's arm and ran to a kind stranger.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to stay in the Temple of Hecate and not wander around?"

Samael looked bewildered and had a terrible headache.

Little Medea raised her rosy cheeks, her purple eyes staring straight at him, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, her words stammering and incoherent.

"I...I can't sleep, and...and I've been thinking about you all night..."

I have already prayed for you to be blessed by the goddess... but it's not enough, I want... I want to stay by your side...

Although I might not be very reliable... sob... I still want to help..."

This passionate and direct confession was like a bombshell dropped into the living room.

Even Samael was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

It's just helping out and having a few words, right? Little sister, when did we become so close?

Jason, standing in the crowd, winked and secretly gave a thumbs-up.

You've already hooked up with someone else so quickly? Impressive, buddy!

Meanwhile, Atalanta's face darkened, his gaze turned sinister and cold, and the low pressure surrounding him silenced the heroes.

Suddenly, Samael's gaze fell upon a wisp of pink mist appearing in Medea's purple eyes, and he immediately understood. He gently raised his hand and stroked the little witch's head, smiling and using a coaxing tone to defuse the thorny sense of crisis.

"Alright, alright, I know you mean well, but you're still young. You can only run away from home and go on adventures when you're older."

At this moment, the ancient serpent narrowed its eyes, pulled with its right hand, and forcibly pulled out a wisp of pink mist, severing its connection with Medea.

The little witch suddenly felt a surge of clarity, but seeing her unfamiliar surroundings, she couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Meanwhile, Samael's lips curled up as he muttered to himself.

Children, early romantic relationships are forbidden!

Chapter 201 The Joy of Walking the Cat (1/2)

On the deck, Samael breathed a sigh of relief and lazily lay on the side of the ship, basking in the sun.

Meanwhile, the somewhat confused and bewildered underage witch was led to her room by Atalanta, whose expression had softened, where she was given a bath and comforted.

Seeing that someone had overcome the difficulty so easily, the group exchanged information listlessly, made a simple summary, and then dispersed.

After his daily prayers and sacrifices to the gods, Jason, who was about to start gathering information from within Colchis, glanced back somewhat uneasily at the wisps of smoke rising from the altar. He stopped and moved closer to Samael, whispering to himself.

"Speaking of which, I've been feeling rather uneasy lately. How about I offer another sacrifice to Her Majesty Hera alone, to pray for peace?"

Samael rolled his eyes at his friend and couldn't help but complain.

"She's not your biological mother, how can she protect you every moment? Besides, she even abandoned her own son, who do you think you are?"

"I've heard that there's a temple to Hecate, the goddess of the moon, in Colchis. Shall I go and pay my respects?"

"If you want to die, I won't stop you."

Samael glanced wistfully at the room where Atalanta and Medea were, flicking his fingertips that had just severed the power of the goddess of love, his expression meaningful.

"Is it really that serious? I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe I should do what you did and pray to Athena?"

Samael, whose arm was being held tightly by Jason, looked somewhat helpless.

Why are you begging her? I'm here to protect you, isn't that enough?

Despite my inner turmoil, I was destined not to voice it.

Seeing Jason's alert expression, like a frightened bird, the ancient serpent knew that if he didn't offer Jason some comfort, Jason probably wouldn't want to disembark today, so he couldn't help but snort irritably.

"Why don't you ask for the better ones and instead seek out gods who are more and more difficult to please? Aren't you asking for a beating?"

"Is it easy to use?"

"Hmm, and since we're on our ship, the Golden Fleece deal might depend on her attitude."

"On the ship? Who?"

Jason raised his voice, a hint of surprise and anticipation appearing in his eyes.

Samael, carrying his friend, arrived at a bedroom and knocked on the door with a sinister smile.

"Wake up! The sun is shining on your butt!"

"No, no... I want to sleep a little longer..."

"Say one more word and I'll drag you out and roast you! You idiot!"

The sudden pause in the sound instantly dispelled the sleepiness of the lazybones, like a cold current. Amidst a series of clattering noises, Circe hurriedly opened the door.

"You, you're looking for me?"

Having witnessed the true nature of this great witch's brutal beating of the evil in this world, he shrank his neck, swallowed hard, and asked cautiously.

"I heard you spent the whole day shopping with the boss yesterday, you seemed pretty free?"

Samael crossed his arms and sneered, his tone carrying a hint of rebuke.

"No...no, they're working hard too..."

Circe's eyes darted around, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

The only things she couldn't miss were the journey and the food; as for the men in Argo's pointless pursuits, that was none of her business.

"Alright, stop making excuses. I'll give you something to do today."

"what?"

"Go to the Colchis Palace and subtly probe your brother's intentions. What conditions would he be willing to accept to hand over the Golden Fleece?"

"Oh, you mean Aeetes? So that's why you came to me. That's easy."

Upon hearing that the monster's purpose was so simple, Circe straightened his back and beamed with delight.

Samael glanced at the paw resting on his shoulder and gave a curt reminder.

"hand…"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Realizing she had gotten a little carried away, the Eagle Witch hurriedly withdrew her claws, like a sick chicken caught by a fox, drooping her head and straightening her posture.

"Stop arguing, go today. Pay attention, and don't forget we're carrying the will of the gods. You don't want your brother to die because of this, do you?"

Samael was too lazy to argue with this silly bird and patiently offered his advice.

"Yes, I will..."

Circe scratched his head and accepted the assigned task.

To be honest, she didn't have much contact with her older brother, let alone a deep emotional bond with him. On the contrary, she had a good relationship with her niece Medea because of her faith in Hecate.

Come to think of it, when that little girl was going to study magic at the temple of the moon goddess Hecate, it was I who was bored on the island and taught her many lessons through dreams. In a sense, I was Medea's senior sister.

It's been so many years since we last met, so I'll go check on how my little niece is doing.

As for my brother's affair, it was just a side note. Witches are used to being free and easy, and they don't have that many constraints.

Jason remained stunned for a long time until Circe, carrying her staff, stepped off the Argo and disappeared into the harbor, before he suddenly came to his senses and murmured a question.

"She just mentioned 'Aeetes,' right?"

"uh-huh…"

"Isn't that King Colkis? And they're siblings?!"

"Otherwise, why would Mount Ares have asked me to bring this silly bird along?"

"Praise be to Athena! Your wisdom is unparalleled!"

When Jason heard that the Argo had such a trump card that was even more effective than the gods, he was so excited that he rubbed his hands together and began to flatter the goddess of wisdom, as if he could see the Golden Fleece beckoning to him.

"Don't be too happy yet. Didn't you see that she preferred to slack off and go shopping yesterday rather than visit her king brother?"

In Greece these days, even brothers can't be trusted. Siblings you haven't seen in decades are nothing! At most, I'll lower the barrier and help you make a connection.

Samael mercilessly poured cold water on Jason's hopes, completely extinguishing his wishful thinking.

The captain hung his head in sullen disappointment, feeling utterly defeated.

After yesterday's visit, the more King Colchis learned, the clearer he became about the difficulty of obtaining the Golden Fleece.

"Alright, go to the sacred grove of Ares in the name of sacrifice, pay homage to the Golden Fleece, and get a feel for the way. You never know when this experience might come in handy."

As the ancient serpent casually offered his suggestion, Jason's eyes flickered, and he nodded, his gaze becoming solemn and stammering.