Atalanta Likes Warm Places

Regardless of the turmoil in the hearts of the many heroes, Heracles ' smile was genuine.

During this time, he experienced many things. Before boarding the Argo, he traveled to many parts of Greece and eliminated local scourges for many people.

But most of the time, what he gains is not gratitude, but fear.

Those he saved, fearing he was hailed as a 'hero'.

This was not what Heracles wanted; it wasn't that he desired gratitude, but rather that he believed people shouldn't fear those who helped them.

Confused by this, he climbed the Caucasus Mountains, met Prometheus, and asked him for the clay tablets that Rovi had left behind.

But the confusion in my heart remained unresolved.

It wasn't until he boarded the Argonauts and met these so-called 'heroes' that Heracles understood...

"Heroes shouldn't be like them!" Heracles glanced at Jason's group, then looked at Rovi in front of him. "Although it is only right that doing things should be rewarded."

"But if everyone were like them, seizing by trickery and force, what would be the difference between heroes and monsters?"

Jason and his men trembled with fear.

Rovi smiled and said, "So, have you made up your mind?"

"It's decided—" Heracles replied with a resolute smile, "Damn Greek heroes, I'll only walk the path I've chosen!"

"Believe me, you will become a true Greek hero, unlike them!" Rovi said sincerely.

"Um... if there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now, so as not to disturb your reunion?" Jason tried to leave, "We have urgent business to attend to..."

"Shut the fuck up!" This time it wasn't Rovi who was yelling at them, but Heracles, the burly son of Zeus, his face full of rage. "This is the wise man of Uruk, the founder of the Peleon Cave, even Teacher Chiron wouldn't dare to disrespect him!"

Jason and his companions were startled.

Like Heracles, this group of people actually came from the Peleon Cave and were disciples of Chiron.

Chiron only focused on teaching martial arts, neglecting morality—a concept that probably didn't exist in that era.

However, Rovi has it.

"Master..." Jason pleaded.

But before he could finish speaking, he vanished along with the entire group of heroes.

Rovi simply waved his hand.

"Where did you send them?" Heracles asked curiously.

"A place where they can 'repent'." A strange smile appeared on Rovi's face.

Killing them outright would actually be somewhat too lenient, since the deaths of the gods were not true deaths, and given their 'background,' resurrection was not impossible.

So, with the help of the three elements that ' Hermes ' gradually came to understand, Rovi imprisoned them in the dreamlike void.

"If you don't work hard, you'll have to live and die in this place, strictly adhere to the rules, until you become a true hero before you can escape."

Heracles could only imagine the way these people would behave on the road and he felt that... for them, it might be worse than death.

But Heracles smiled with satisfaction, "Very good."

He was not referring to them personally, but rather admiring their courage to venture out to sea. However, Heracles had long been displeased with their behavior along the way, and if Rovi could teach them a lesson, it would be a good thing.

This is an admonition from the patriarch.

As for the Golden Fleece, forget about it.

How could Rovi possibly hand over what he had already obtained to Jason?

"Now, let's talk about your situation!" Rovi looked at Heracles again.

The sound of the tides continued on the shores of the Kingdom of Colchis, the soft sand reflecting a dazzling hue. Heracles nodded and said, "I would like to ask you about the contents of the clay tablets I received from Prometheus— "

As he spoke, he took out a whole mud slab from the bundle tied to his trousers.

Rovi was instantly jolted awake.

Just as he imagined... this is yet another absolute dark chapter in his history.

"Ahem, this is too early for you." He coughed softly, and Heracles widened his eyes slightly as he watched the clay tablet gradually turn to ash.

... never mind.

"Forcing it won't do any good!" Heracles seemed quite magnanimous.

Rovi glanced sideways, seeing right through him. "Isn't the main reason it's because this isn't yours?"

"No, that's not necessary," Heracles waved his hand.

But Prometheus probably thought this was going to happen... Rovi silently added to himself.

"Then let's go!" Rovi said this not to Heracles, but to the shady woods by the beach behind them.

Heracles looked up and saw a figure emerge from the shadows.

Although it was clearly a young girl, she was completely shrouded in a green cloak, with only her long, flowing, emerald-green hair vaguely visible...

A demigod?

Heracles glanced around, then looked at Rovi.

"Let's go!" Rovi smiled. "We'll take the Argo back!"

I missed it when I came, but on my way back, I'll definitely take a ride on this legendary ship.

"Let me be the helmsman!" Heracles volunteered.

"Hmph," Atalanta hummed beside her, but didn't say anything.

When they arrived, the ship was full of people, but when they returned, only three people remained on board. However, Heracles was in a much better mood than before.

Set sail and embark on your journey.

With its sails billowing and the sea breeze blowing, the ship sails into the distance.

Heracles stood on the deck, steering and controlling the direction, while Rovi and Atalanta went into the cabin.

"Finally, I can get some sleep!" Rovi stretched lazily and fell asleep immediately.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that he hasn't slept much since he came to the Kingdom of Colchis.

It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's just that I'm too busy.

He has maintained the habit of sleeping whenever he has free time, and this habit remains unchanged to this day.

Atalanta: "..."

Isn't this ignoring me a bit too much?

She instinctively felt like exploding, but then paused.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow. The girl's cat-like eyes turned to the cabin before her, which was neither spacious nor cramped.

Her nose twitched slightly as she looked at Rovi...

Is he asleep?

This seems like a good opportunity to mess with this guy?

Atalanta smiled.

Her outstretched fingers gently touched his cheek.

"Hmph, she's still quite pretty even when she's asleep—" she couldn't help but think.

Strange guy.

This is Atalanta's most profound impression after her interactions with Rovi during this period.

Because he could be both respectful and polite, and also swear rudely; he could be both law-abiding and unrestrained... It was as if he had a split personality, yet it was all integrated into one person without any strangeness.

It's like piling up all sorts of random things and burning them together; what emerges in the end is a dazzling, warm light and heat...

Cats always prefer warm places.

Atalanta also liked it.

Although I don't want to admit it, it's the truth.

Perhaps this is why Lady Enkidu, Lord Artemis, and Lady Athena are so fascinated?

Or perhaps that's why she almost lost her mind because of Medea's 'advice'?

Yes, it's all this guy's fault!

"Hmm—" With increasing curiosity, Atalanta lowered her face slightly and leaned close to Rovi's chest.

Warm and cozy...

She gently pressed herself against Rovi, her lithe legs, clad in black stockings, spread apart and rested on either side of the bed, her pert buttocks undulating up and down, and the animal ears in her long hair trembling.

On a sunny day, only when the animal is running at high speed will its tail extend and wag as it maintains its balance.

It was throbbing and fluffy.

A faint blush rose to Atalanta's face, like a cat that had inhaled catnip, her head spinning slightly...

With a creak.

The ship tilted suddenly, followed by a deafening roar as Atalanta crashed headfirst into Rovi's chest.

Rovi suddenly opened his eyes.

He immediately met Atalanta's cat-like eyes, which were nestled in his arms.

It's over——

The girl's face turned red instantly.

"Son, have you finally figured it out and want to experience the boundless love of a father?" Rovi laughed.

"Wow!" Instantly turning from embarrassment to anger, Atalanta tilted her head back and bit down on Rovi's neck.

Wait... isn't this posture even more awkward?!