Rovi, Would You Consider Becoming the King's Consort?

As Rovi left Medea's room, he was met with a pair of sharp, beastly eyes.

The spacious palace corridors were empty, with red carpets spread across the floor, illuminated by candlelight.

The demigod girl hugged herself against the wall, her slender waist slightly leaning forward, her graceful curves outlined in the dim light. As the hem of her clothes fluttered down, one could vaguely see her pert and shapely buttocks resting against the wall.

The moment she saw Rovi, she stood up again, her black stockings swaying as she walked up to Rovi.

Then he grabbed Rovi's hand—and bit him!

"Kid, what are you trying to do?" Rovi asked, looking completely confused.

"Nothing, just annoyed!" Atalanta quickly shut her mouth, letting out a sound of displeasure, "They made me wait outside for so long!"

And it even carried that woman's scent... It's simply unforgivable!

"Is it a kid not to argue?" Rovi chuckled.

"Say that again?! I'll bite you to death!" The kitten still easily bristled.

"Alright, stop being angry!" Rovi patted Atalanta's head. "Everything is ready."

Just as they were talking, the princess's door opened again.

Medea emerged.

She looked at Rovi, lifted her skirt, and bent down, saying, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Having shed her previous soft, loose nightgown and donned a formal suit, Her Highness exuded a completely different charm.

Her plain white robe fluttered, and her pale purple long sleeves hung down like clouds. Her slender waist was cinched under the soft fabric, and the slightly open hem swayed like a cascade, outlining her full and rounded figure. Her legs, wrapped in silk, were slightly crossed for support.

Medea embodies the nobility of a princess, yet also possesses the mystery of Magecraft.

"Although he is young, he already has the demeanor of a leader—" Rovi clapped his hands.

"Thank you," Medea said, pursing her lips.

"Tch, hypocrite!" Atalanta uttered a hypocritical voice behind Rovi.

"Eh? Who is this...?"

"This is my daughter."

"Who's your daughter, you bastard!?" Without even thinking, Atalanta opened her mouth and bit.

Medea: "..."

However, she also noticed Atalanta's very obvious hostility toward her.

Is it for Rovi? The girl fell into deep thought.

Just then, footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and several guards in short armor rushed in.

"Your Highness, are you alright?!" They approached Medea.

"No, with Mr. Rovi and this... protection, I'm very safe." Medea was initially a little uneasy, but for some reason, after glancing at Rovi, she suddenly calmed down.

Her delicate face appeared extremely composed. "What happened?"

"It was the king's group of Poison Fang Warrior and the poisonous dragon in the forest that suddenly went berserk... They kidnapped the king and several Prince."

"You are the only member of the royal family who hasn't been captured yet—we must protect you and get you out of the palace... Oh no, they're here!"

Before the guards could finish speaking, they were drawn to a sound behind them. They turned around abruptly, drew their swords, and looked at the tall, terrifying Poison Fang Warrior who appeared at the end of the path.

Medea narrowed her eyes.

Atalanta stopped 'playing' and glanced to the side.

Rovi also smiled.

'Drama 2' begins.

The show is about to begin!

"Your Highness, please leave first... you?" The guards were stunned.

Medea, with her flowing dress and graceful strides, passed through them.

He arrived in front of the group of warriors.

"Roar!" The samurai with long, venomous fangs roared.

Rovi stood before her, his eyes fixed on her...

"What are you yelling about?!"

He kicked one of them away.

The remaining Dragon Fang Warrior also stopped at the same time.

They wanted Rovi to kneel down, but were stopped for a moment. At that same moment, Medea opened her arms.

"—I am the princess of the Kingdom of Colchis. If you have the courage, you may step forward."

Then, accompanied by rustling sounds, these warriors, who had just seemed very fierce, slowly threw their Spear and Shield to the ground.

He knelt down.

It's like kneeling before Medea, rather than falling down before Rovi.

The guards were stunned.

Even the Dragon Fang Warrior, whom King Aeëtes couldn't control... are here, submitting to Princess Medea?

"Right, Mr. Rovi?" Medea looked at Rovi beside her and gave him a charming smile.

Atalanta was even more annoyed.

But she was aware of Luo Rovi's plan, so she didn't say much, only gritted her teeth inwardly.

She disliked Medea; for some reason, she could always smell a snake-like odor emanating from the princess.

Cats and snakes are incompatible.

That's why she hates her.

"Follow me, my lords!" Medea cried out. "Follow my lead and restore peace to this land!"

Her Highness left the palace, flames raging all around her, but both the venomous warriors and the poisonous dragon bowed their heads in unison upon seeing her.

—To submit.

The chaos has vanished.

As night fell, Rovi watched Medea approach step by step.

As more and more people followed her, the little girl's posture became more and more upright, and an invisible aura gathered around her.

From princess, King Zibi.

The princess of the King of Fuku.

As dawn broke in the distance, casting a soft glow, the princess, dressed in a long gown, arrived at the palace.

Colchis was stunned by the sudden riot that night. Countless people gathered in front of the palace, including guards and civilians who had been arrested by Aeetes's guards and wanted to be cannon fodder.

Medea stood before the door, with venomous warriors standing imposingly on either side of her.

Rovi and Atalanta stood beside him.

Medea glanced at Rovi, Rovi gave her an encouraging smile. The little princess then took a deep breath and gave a determined smile.

"Everyone, I am deeply saddened—" she said loudly to the crowd, "I am grieving over the events of this night. My father and my brother have been arrested. If it weren't for Mr. Rovi, I would probably have met with misfortune long ago."

"But what saddens me even more is that I had actually foreseen this!"

The crowd exchanged glances, but they all knew that the speaker was the princess most favored by Aeetes, so no one dared to interrupt.

"My father, Aeetes, was once so great and so heroic, but now he is old and he is gradually unable to make the right decisions. He has made many mistakes, which has led to the current situation. As his daughter, I also bear responsibility."

"Therefore, in this time of crisis, I must stand up and make amends for my father's mistakes—"

"Now, in the name of the Princess of the Kingdom of Colchis, I decree that my people are free!"

"From this day forward, no one will be in charge of restraining you, and no one will be able to restrict your freedom."

"For man is freedom!"

Reciting the 'manuscript' given to her by Rovi, Princess Medea, bathed in the rising sun, appeared infinitely sacred in her posture and status.

The imposing Dragon Fang Warrior standing behind him further amplified the "persuasiveness" of his words.

"Praise the princess!" someone couldn't help but whisper.

"May the princess be victorious!"

"Wang, Wansheng!"

The sound became increasingly distorted as the crowd grew louder. Many of the loyal ministers of the Aeetes, who were mixed in with the crowd, noticed something amiss, but at that moment, the people were cheering, and their voices were quickly drowned out.

Medea then became queen here.

During the void when all royalty disappeared, she was qualified to prevent chaos.

"However, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Mr. Rovi here," Medea said again, and the room fell silent once more.

She said, "If he hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be standing here. If he hadn't mentioned it to me, I wouldn't know about the suffering of ordinary people."

"He wants me to liberate the oppressed people, he wants me to give you freedom, this is his wish."

"He is our hero, and he is my hero."

Rovi was stunned.

Looking at Medea who was gazing at him, a faint light shone in her purple eyes.

This seems to have gone beyond the scope of his drama?

In Rovi's plan, he was just a "supporting role," and he would just casually get the title of a patriotic hero and get the Golden Fleece, and that would be about it.

Then he saw Medea brush a strand of hair from her forehead, slightly lift her skirt, and blush slightly on her delicate face.

The little princess, with her rosy lips slightly parted, whispered her hero's words, "I solemnly invite you to stay here... Mr. Rovi."

"Please, be my husband!"

"..."

Atalanta felt as if something in her mind had snapped.