Type-Moon Greece, I really don't want to be a hero!

Having said this, after a slight pause, Rhea continued to say to Jason with a smile: "After all, I don't know any child named Hercules... The child I know is called Jason."

Looking into Rhea's amethyst eyes, Jason sighed resignedly after a moment and nodded to her.

"I understand, Goddess Rhea...I will do it."

Leaving your name behind is bound to bring a lot of trouble.

And she could hide it from Hera for a while, but not forever. When she learned that the person who rescued Phoebus was Jason, she naturally understood that Jason had left the underworld and was active in the human world.

And at that time, she would definitely find Hercules in white and ask him to fulfill his promise to her.

The dagger, which possessed the power of the great second-generation God-King, could reverse time and make people age instantly, was inserted into the heart of Hecate's child Jason by the hand of Hercules in white.

But now that things have come to this, there is obviously no other choice.

Jason is extremely decisive when dealing with things.

After agreeing to Hera, Jason turned around and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Atalanta looked at Jason's departing back, hesitated for a moment, respectfully bowed to Rhea, said goodbye, and then chased after him.

And the moment Jason and Atalanta left...

"...Come out, everyone's gone."

Rhea turned around and said to the side.

Then, from behind the rock, the goddess of wisdom Athena walked out, wearing a white long dress, with long silver hair draped behind her, and a pair of golden eyes that represented absolute wisdom.

Her eyes were now fixed on Atalanta's departing figure...

The way Athena looked at Atalanta at this moment was not much different from looking at her own fish being stolen by a wild cat.

"She is a child... Artemis's child."

Seeing Athena's expression, Rhea couldn't help but say to her, "Don't be too hard on her."

"I'm not that petty... and if Artemis knew, she would definitely care more than I do." Athena stated the facts calmly, and Rhea... really couldn't refute it.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. The child has already agreed... Athena, why did you ask the child to leave his real name?"

Rhea looked at the culprit in front of her curiously.

Athena was silent for a while.

"Who made him still trying to hide it from me... And since we've been playing this game so long, it's time to take it a step further."

Athena said as she took two steps forward.

Those golden eyes, through the heavy obstructions, finally looked at Jason from afar.

Those eyes that represented absolute wisdom seemed to see through Jason completely at this moment, wanting to understand everything about him.

But just as her sight reached Jason's River of Destiny, the left eye left by the prophet Prometheus blocked Athena's sight.

Tsk.

Athena snorted in displeasure.

It's time to begin... Jason.

Athena quickly composed herself and, without letting Rhea notice, gently raised her hand, and the silver harp she had received from Jason appeared in her hand.

What kind of surprise will you bring me next? How far can you go?

You have the potential to kill gods...but can you really kill gods?

All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind.

Finally, Athena plucked the silver harp in her hand.

The sound of the piano traveled far away and soon reached the ears of Jason, Atalanta and others.

Hearing the familiar sound of the harp, Jason couldn't help but stop and look towards the top of the mountain, his eyes gradually widening...

"what happened?"

Atalanta looked at the surprised Jason and asked questioningly.

"......nothing."

Jason gradually withdrew his gaze, shook his head slightly at Atalanta, and smiled faintly, saying, "It's just time to rest... It looks like it's completely over."

After Jason finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and continued walking down the cliff.

He knew that Athena was playing the harp for him.

She was telling Jason that she was waiting for him.

Chapter 3: Leaving Jason's Name (k)

The lingering sound lingers between the mountain tops.

Soon after Jason and Atalanta arrived at the foot of the mountain, they heard people talking about this matter.

"They say there are great gods watching over us from the mountains, and it seems that's indeed the case."

"Yeah, I really want to go and see it..."

"Come on, countless heroes have tried, but no one has succeeded so far... I wonder which great god is watching over us."

"This harp sounds so beautiful... Could it be that the great god playing it is Lord Apollo, the God of Light?"

"I heard that whenever Lord Apollo, the God of Light, plays, all living beings stop what they are doing to listen... That shouldn't be the case."

"Speaking of zither music... It's said that the sound of a hero's zither playing was recognized by all the gods and was in no way inferior to that of Lord Apollo, the God of Light."

"Are you talking about Hercules, the hero in white who held the wedding of Hades and Persephone?"

"Come to think of it, I heard that the town here was also formed because of Lord Hercules... It's a pity that he didn't leave his name on the mountaintop. If it were him, he could have just pushed the boulder to the top."

As soon as these words were spoken, the topic instantly focused on the hero in white.

So many of the things Jason had done were gradually revealed by everyone.

Obviously, because of the wedding of Hades and Hades, the name of Hercules in White has completely resounded throughout the entire Greek continent and has become the most famous hero of the contemporary era.

Atalanta looked at Jason beside her and said, "How do you feel?"

"What?" Jason looked at Atalanta with confused eyes. "Atalanta, what are you talking about? I am Jason. Who is Hercules in white? I don't know him."

Atalanta couldn't help but feel a little amused by the answer, which was without any emotion.

At this moment, Jason took off his conspicuous white clothes and changed into a black outfit with some dark butterfly patterns.

The hair color also turned black.

Although Jason didn't understand why the goddess Rhea asked him to leave Jason's name on the mountain...or rather, it was the goddess Athena who asked him to do so.

But Jason was a cautious person who was always prepared for any eventuality.

When he learned that white clothes, blond hair, green eyes and Pegasus had become the iconic identity of White Hercules, he naturally prepared another set of "travel clothes".

That is the black dress with the pattern of the Dark Butterfly, which represents Hecate's identity as a student.

Even if Hercules were here now, he probably wouldn't be able to tell Jason's identity at a glance.

Atalanta said nothing, but followed Jason silently to the foot of the mountain and in front of Phoebus.

This was not the first time Atalanta had accompanied Jason, and besides the other goddesses, she was the one Medea envied the most.

Her shadow often accompanies Jason's story.

Therefore, Atalanta already knew how and what to do when she was with Jason.

This kind of tacit understanding is accumulated over time.

Atalanta was not disgusted by such a foil... To be precise, she did care about it at first.

After all, as Artemis' most beloved and most outstanding child, Atalanta naturally has her own pride.

Can......

In contrast, the gap is actually a very subtle thing.

If the two are not very big, then it will arouse the spirit of resistance.

But if both are too big, then there will be nothing.

Sometimes, it can even become an obstacle.

"... is it you?"

When Jason came to Phofus, he had no time to speak to him.

Phocis, who looked so worn out and had lost interest in everything, like a living dead, recognized Jason at a glance.

At the same time, he himself also underwent tremendous changes.

Now he is wearing a decent set of clothes and has removed all the clutter on his body, presenting the appearance of a tough middle-aged man.

If there had not been punishment from the gods, he would have been the king of a country, known as the most resourceful person in the world.

"You're finally here." Before Jason, who was slightly stunned, could say anything, Phoebusi smiled and said to Jason, "I've been waiting for you for a long time... You came here this time to push the stone to the top of the mountain, right?"

"...I've already changed my clothes like this." Jason looked at Phoebusis with some helplessness and curiosity.

"You've changed everything about me now, how could I not even recognize you?"

Upon hearing this, Jason thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

He thought that if he were Fufusis, it would probably be impossible for him to not be recognized just because his clothes and hair color were returned.

While Jason was talking to Phoebus, many people looked over.

Many people recognized Atalanta and began to whisper in surprise.

Because Atalanta was on the top of the mountain, leaving behind a name worthy of being ranked among the top!

Phosphorus also recognized Atalanta and said to her, "You're here again. Do you still want to challenge me? Since you left, except for a few people, no one has come to challenge me for half a month."

"Half a moon?"

Sensing Jason's doubts, Phoebus explained, "Since you made the agreement with the great god, I no longer need to push the boulder to the top of the mountain every day... In the beginning, there were indeed many people who challenged me.

But as time goes by, it becomes less and less..."

Upon hearing this, Jason blinked at first, then turned his head to look at the passers-by around him who were watching him. Jason gradually understood and nodded slightly.

"I see... Wanting to become a hero passed down through the ages, wanting to achieve the same glory as a hero, is a motivation, but it's also a pressure."

Jason looked over at Atalanta and Phoebus, sensing their confusion, and explained, "If I'm not mistaken, several heroes have come here so far and pushed the boulder to a height that ordinary people can hardly reach.

And now it is different from the past, there are too many people gathered here, so those who reach the top will receive their attention and expectations.

Therefore, if someone is not confident in their own abilities, they will not choose to humiliate themselves."

Jason easily understood the situation and also understood why Rhea had called him over, saying it was time to end the previous 'game'.

Atalanta nodded slightly when she recalled that when she pushed the boulder, she attracted everyone's attention and many people even made bets below.

"Then do you want to continue?" Atalanta looked at Jason. She knew how much he disliked being in the spotlight.

“…There’s no way back.”

Jason sighed softly and looked up at the top of the mountain.

There, beautiful music is being played.

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, was waiting for him on the top of the mountain.

“…It’s not easy for you either.”

As soon as Atalanta finished her sigh, Jason grabbed her hands in an instant.

"It's not easy, it's not easy, Atalanta, you actually, you finally understand me!"

Jason looked at Atalanta with loving eyes, almost crying.

"Let go!"