The Moral High Ground

"The Hero of salvation," that's what the people of Colchis called him then, for he quelled the chaos in the country, he made the wise Kheshig the new king, he made a covenant with the king to set people free, he made a covenant with men and with the gods, and then quietly departed after accomplishing everything."

' The Tales of Greek Heroes '

"Still can't find Rovi-senpai?"

"Yes, Your Highness, we still haven't found Rovi-senpai today—"

"It seems that Kuanran was still too impatient." Inside the Kingdom of Colchis, Medea, dressed in a long dress of purple and white, tilted her head and sat on the throne belonging to the king. When she received a response from the maid beside her, a trace of helplessness appeared on her beautiful face.

Some time has passed since that 'riot'. Since then, Medea has been handling the affairs of the Kingdom of Colchis as 'Queen'. Although she has not officially taken the title of Queen, she already has the substantial power of a king.

From her initial immaturity to her current profound understanding, the little girl has demonstrated an ability that has won the trust of the entire nation.

As Magecraft, she is a person of extraordinary wisdom.

But even though she took this position and thought she could control herself, she was not happy.

Because Rovi... ran away.

After that day, after that 'confession,' he left only the words, 'You're too young, we're not a good match,' and then disappeared with the Golden Fleece.

Perhaps they have already left the country?

"I was serious, ugh—" Medea said, her cheeks puffing out slightly. "Besides, I'm not little at all!"

She's older than the woman next to him!

"Your Highness..." The maid beside her, seeing her charmingly naive appearance, couldn't help but remind her, "Recently, there have been people in the country hoping that you can directly become the queen..."

"I understand, that's not important!" Medea waved her hand dismissively.

No, no, no, that's the important one, isn't it?

The maid remained expressionless; she knew that her master, Princess Ziyi, had this period of time every day.

Fortunately, Medea was not affected by Cupid's Arrow. Although she did like Rovi, she was not crazy about him.

"Let's get the ceremony ready!" She raised her head, regaining her composure.

"Yes—" the maid replied with delight. She knew that for His Highness, the country was more important...

"Once I officially become queen, I'll be able to go down and find Rovi-senpai, right?!" Medea's face flushed with excitement; she was determined to find her hero.

The maid remained expressionless.

Retract the foreword.

Princess Zizi is completely immersed in her own feelings.

It's over—it's hopeless.

I'm tired. Let's destroy it!

Of course, neither Medea nor the maid knew that Rovi had actually not left the Kingdom of Colchis; he and Atalanta were still wandering within the country.

The midday sun blazed down on the fields outside the city, where farmers toiled with their faces turned towards the yellow earth.

"Sir, are you really not considering staying? If you do stay, I will certainly do my utmost to report to Her Highness and have her appoint you as the ruler of this region..."

On the path at the edge of the field, Rovi looked at the old man in front of him pleading with him and couldn't help but scratch his head.

I wonder what kind of reaction Yu Rukuan would get if she told him that she had run away from the palace.

Rovi couldn't help but think to himself.

During the days he was away from the Colchis Palace, he was not in the city, but in the countryside outside the city.

Because of the oppressive rule of Aeetes, most of the young and middle-aged men of Colchis were captured and forced into hard labor and slavery. Now, with Medea's rise to power, everyone has been released and returned to the countryside.

The fields that were previously cultivated only by the elderly have become largely abandoned, and the returning young adults are almost helpless in the face of the desolation.

In the time when people walked with the gods, they did not possess much knowledge and could only rely on the gods for prayer.

But the gods do not always respond to prayers.

And Rovi was here to teach them knowledge.

He told them how to organize the fields, how to manage the irrigation ditches, and how to build waterwheels. These were things that existed in Uruk a thousand years ago, but they still seemed extremely rare here.

As time went by, farming gradually progressed from initial chaos to a more orderly process.

But the elderly here are still not satisfied.

They hoped that Rovi would stay and lead them to a bountiful harvest—in their eyes, this man had become a messenger of the earth.

Once you've got it, you want more.

This is only natural.

Rovi naturally refused. "I have already taught you everything I can. There is no point in you staying any longer."

"I see..." Fortunately, Rovi only demonstrated some knowledge and did not show any direct mysterious power, so although the old man was a little disappointed, he still nodded. "Then I wish you a pleasant journey!"

It's alright, I'd say.

The gains come at a price, but they haven't yet reached a point where people are unwilling to let go.

Rovi smiled as he watched the old man return.

Behind him, hidden by the dense shade of the trees, a clear voice rang out. "Why waste so much effort on a task that could be completed in an instant? It's so boring!"

"That would be meaningless." Rovi glanced sideways at the girl behind him, watching her emerge from the shade of the trees.

Her long, messy, emerald-green hair, tinged with yellowish-brown, remained as before. Her beast ears twitched slightly, and Atalanta's expression still carried a feigned impatience. She crossed her arms, her delicate body, wrapped in a blue robe, stood tall and straight, her curved hips, concealed by black, extended out to reveal slender legs, standing tall like a forest.

"My child, do you know why I rejected Medea's words?"

"I... I have no idea what you're thinking, no, what you're thinking has nothing to do with me!" Atalanta's eyes were a little flustered, then the next second, as if she had just realized something, she said, "Wait, who are you calling a brat!?"

"You still won't admit it after all this time?" Rovi glanced sideways at the hand that Atalanta was biting.

He waited until the girl let go before casually taking out the Golden Fleece he had obtained earlier and wiping it.

It must be said that this Greek treasure is very comfortable to use for cleaning.

"Hmph!" Atalanta bared her teeth.

However, Rovi ignored her and looked at the pastoral scene before him, saying, "A hero who can only stay in one place and cannot bring happiness to others has no meaning in existence."

This is why he teaches these people knowledge, rather than directly using mystery, so that they may reap a bountiful harvest.

In this way, even after they leave, they can still rely on their own efforts to obtain a stable income.

He will not stay in one place, nor can he stay in one place. A hero without a fixed abode should not only show off his strength for a moment.

"And that way, I can stand on Yude's high ground and give those self-proclaimed heroes a good beating and a good scolding!" Rovi looked at the distant sea and seemed to see a sailboat approaching amidst the rising and falling tides. "I've been annoyed with those guys for a long time!"

Atalanta silent.

She always felt that... what followed was Rovi's real purpose.