My mother's love song

"That's the Holy Grail...! Great! That's great! Great! Great, great, great!!

Even I can feel the overwhelming magic here! I have the urge to jump in and indulge in it, and even want to become one with it!

Obviously, the exposed human body is ugly! As the saying goes, 'clean is dirty, dirty is clean'!"

Shakespeare gave a voice of joy overflowing with passion.

If it is this Greater Holy Grail, as long as the wish is not too large, it is not an exaggeration to call it a "universal wish-granting machine."

It was natural for these Servants to become so excited.

"... Humph, it has completely merged with the spirit vein. It will take some time to separate it. But, we can't just sit there like this. It's coming, everyone."

There was no need for Semiramis to remind them; both Amakusa and Rider noticed this change.

In order to prevent the Greater Holy Grail from being snatched, the Servants of the Thousand Worlds Tree rushed over one after another.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada clenched the Japanese sword in his hand, which was strengthened into a treasure by Shakespeare, and prepared to fight.

Since Darnik, the only one who could recognize him, was dead, he could now fight without any worries, at least until Jeanne arrived.

"I must focus my power on the Greater Holy Grail for now. I'll leave the rest to you. If you don't hold out for this period of time, your wishes will be in vain. Please act with caution, okay?"

After hearing what Semiramis said with a mocking smile, Achilles retorted without hiding his hostility: "You know this even without me telling you, but you must not fail."

"I will naturally do what I should do, but please don't point fingers here. I know it even if you don't say it."

However, despite such obvious hostility, Semiramis's calm demeanor did not change in the slightest.

"Yes, yes, there is one thing I forgot to mention. This courtyard does not belong to Romania. You can pay more attention to this during the battle."

After leaving these words, the Assyrian queen disappeared.

As for the Greater Holy Grail, although the speed is quite slow, it is indeed being peeled off from Tulifas bit by bit.

Since the courtyard was close to the edge of the fortress, the Servants could reach here with just a leap.

"I will deal with the Black Archer!"

Achilles jumped into the chariot and galloped across the night sky.

Amakusa Shiro and Tokisada set their sights on the Black Assassin Kama, who looked very dangerous.

The Mirenia Fortress, which was once known to be impregnable, has now become a useless waste under the continuous bombardment of the Sky Garden.

The Red Team now holds an overwhelming advantage.

In the few minutes before the Greater Holy Grail was stripped of its spiritual veins and completely stored inside the Sky Courtyard, they all had to fight desperately and with all their might.

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“Nuuuu, damn… my head hurts.”

When Rhodes opened his eyes, he found himself in a closed room with his hands and feet fixed to a chair.

To be honest, for the heroes who could easily blast a street into the sky, this level of restraint was simply an insult.

Just as Rhodes was about to break free from the ropes, he noticed a pair of bright eyes watching him in the dark.

Rhodes: “!”

"Huh? Why did you stop?"

Atalanta walked out from the shadow in the corner with a cold smile on her face, looking down at him and said.

"Why don't you try to escape from me again, Rod."

Chapter 374 Princess and Angel, Hunter and Beast

Heroes and beauties have been inseparable in storytelling since ancient times.

There are as many heroes as the stars in Greek mythology, and correspondingly, there are also countless women who are famous for their beauty.

Although beauties only exist as foils for heroes in most cases, it is undeniable that people endow them with unlimited fantasies.

At the same time, there are very few characters in mythology like Atalanta, who possesses the dual attributes of "hero" and "beauty".

Atalanta was born in Arcadia, where her father was a king named Iasus.

Atalanta's noble birth did not give her a happy childhood. She was abandoned in the mountains when she was still a baby, simply because her father wanted a boy.

Witnessing this, the moon goddess Artemis felt pity for her and sent a she-bear to raise her.

Atalanta grew up in the mountains, fed by the mother bear's milk, and was eventually adopted by a hunter.

The memory of Atalanta being abandoned remained in her mind.

She desperately waved her hands and feet to look for her parents, but she couldn't find her mother, and her father had abandoned her.

She remembers longing for help, for someone to hold her hand.

As a result, her wish was not fulfilled and she could only helplessly sink into the ocean of terror, crying and reaching out for help.

The psychological trauma of being abandoned has not been healed.

Even after she grew into a beautiful girl and became a famous archer, she still remained lonely.

She had friends, and companions who had gone on many adventures aboard the Argonauts.

But in her entire life, she has not found someone worthy of her love, nor does she have the intention to find one.

This tendency became even more obvious after he caused trouble during the Calydonian boar hunt.

But perhaps because of the fame she gained from her adventures, Atalanta's beauty began to be known to many people, and finally reached the ears of her father.

He once cruelly abandoned his daughter on the hillside to die, but now he can't wait to bring her back to the palace.

He may be the first cruel and tyrannical incompetent parent in history who waits until his children become famous or rich before wanting to acknowledge them, but he will definitely not be the last.

Atalanta was reunited with her father.

"My dear child," the king said, spreading his arms as if to show off his abundant kingdom, "all this will be yours."

"Really?" Atalanta asked.

"Well, rather, it's your husband's," the father replied.

Atalanta shook her head. "I have sworn to Lady Artemis that I will remain a virgin. I will not marry."

"But think about it! You are my only son. If you don't marry and have children, the kingdom will fall into the hands of outsiders. It doesn't matter who it is, find a son-in-law and have children."

For her father, the reunion with Atalanta was indeed a happy thing.

However, that was only because she had grown into a beautiful woman who could be used as marriage material.

...As a result, the father never loved his daughter from the beginning to the end.

The rumors about Atalanta's beauty were already known to every household in Greece. If her father were to recruit a son-in-law, the men who came to see her would surely break down the gates of Arcadia.

At this point the girl had completely despaired of love, so she came up with the idea of ​​challenging her suitors by setting conditions.

Although Atalanta was a very good hunter, Greece had countless outstanding heroes, and she was not sure that she could beat all the men in archery.

But she was so confident in her speed that it was impossible for anyone to beat her.

Atalanta declared that she would marry the man who could beat her in a race, and that anyone who lost would be put to death.

The father agreed to his daughter's request, and the trial began.

Atalanta was famous, stunningly beautiful, and a princess of a country.

Even at the cost of death, crowds of suitors still flocked to Arcadia.

The result was obvious: no one could beat Atalanta in a race.

Today, a Thessalian prince raced with Atalanta, was easily defeated, and was taken out by the soldiers and beheaded.

As the prince's head rolled into the dust, the crowd cheered loudly. The process of racing with the beautiful princess and then being beheaded has become a famous performance in Arcadia.

Among the boiling crowd, there was a young man named Hippomenes.

He did not cheer with the others, but stared straight at the beautiful Arcadian girl.

The girl has a beautiful face, a nimble figure, her long legs taking big strides, and her beautiful long hair flying behind her.

Hippomenes fell in love and decided to win over Atalanta.

But what to do?

He was not a good runner. The prince who had just lost his head ran much faster than him, and when Atalanta crossed the finish line, the prince could not even see his shadow.

No one could defeat Atalanta, yes.

Man can't do it, but God can.

That day, Hippomenes arrived at the temple of the goddess of love and beauty, exhausted.

He knelt before the statue of the goddess and prayed with all his heart.

"Most beautiful goddess of Olympia, most noble daughter of Zeus, Lady Aphrodite! Please help me win the trial of Atalanta!"

After a while, the statue of Eros began to vibrate.

Hippomenes, who felt the goddess' presence, was overwhelmed with excitement: "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Beautiful lady Aphrodite, are you here?"

Then he heard a young boy's voice whispering in his ear.

"No, go away."

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That night, after finishing her competition with the suitors, Atalanta dragged her tired body back to her room.

"Haha, men really are hopeless... When will this farce end?"

The girl sighed and lay down on the bed.

She immediately realized something was wrong, as if she was pressing something, so she jumped up reflexively.

"……who!?"

Atalanta subconsciously grabbed the bow beside her, and when she looked again, she saw a young man lying on her bed.

A boy with blond hair, slender limbs, and who looked even younger than herself, was sleeping soundly on her bed.

"child?"

Because she was abandoned in the mountains when she was young and saw many abandoned babies with tragic fates, Atalanta has always loved children.

It would be better to say that she likes children to a degree that might be considered a crime.

But the boy lying on the bed was between a child and a boy, and his origins were unknown, so she was a little at a loss.

It must be a burglar. Atalanta put down her bow for the time being.

If the opponent was an adult male, the arrow from the Sky Bow would have pierced his skull.

"Hmm... she looks quite cute."

Atalanta knelt beside the bed and poked the boy's face.

"Huhu, you stole from me... How should I deal with you?"

After kneading her face for a while, Atalanta finally came to her senses. Feeling that her behavior was too frivolous, she cleared her throat and shook the boy's shoulders on the bed.

"Hey, wake up. Wake up, boy."

The boy slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

"Haha~ Good morning."

"What good morning? It's already evening! Tell me, why are you in my bed?"

Although the boy in front of her looked very cute and Atalanta even had the urge to touch his hair, the girl still put her hands on her hips and looked very stern.

"Are you planning to steal? If you don't tell me clearly, I won't let you go."

"My name is Rod."