Medea's Love Was Kicked Away

This time, Rovi did not accuse Hermes —with Hermes' abilities, even the chief gods could not stop him, let alone the supreme god among the chief gods, Poseidon.

Not to mention him, even Rovi himself was unaware of it.

As one of the three great gods of Greece, Poseidon, though not as powerful as Zeus, was undoubtedly the supreme god among the chief gods.

On the high seas, who can stop Him from doing whatever He wants?

However, this also made Rovi somewhat happy, after all, Poseidon had already begun to pay attention to him, so how far was it from being noticed by Zeus?

Rovi imagined Zeus's likely furious reaction upon discovering him, and couldn't help but laugh out loud...

"A strange laugh." Atalanta, standing on the reef, glanced sideways, her face full of disdain.

"Just laugh if you're happy!" Rovi didn't mind at all. "Kid, you've been standing up there for so long, did you see anything?"

"Don't call me that!" Atalanta instantly bristled, her beast ears standing up high, baring her teeth and revealing an expression that looked fierce but was actually quite cute.

"Stop calling him, stop calling him, the child is growing up and becoming hard to understand!"

"Waaah!"

Atalanta finally couldn't hold back any longer. She moved her feet and pounced on him, biting his forearm like a wild beast, before calming down after a moment.

"Hmph!" The Lord of Arcadia blushed slightly and turned his head away. "There's a city ahead."

That must be the Kingdom of Colchis, where the Golden Fleece is located, right?

"Let's go into the city first and see what the Golden Fleece looks like!" Rovi smiled.

Since we've already taken it, there's no need to go back to find those heroes from the Argo —we might as well see if we can get our hands on the Golden Fleece first!

Although the Golden Fleece was considered a great treasure of Greece, it seems that none of those who obtained it met a good end.

Rovi Wei wanted to see if it could fulfill his wish.

Let yourself die.

"Hmph, whatever!" Atalanta wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, her face still slightly flushed. "I'd rather die inside!"

Even so, she couldn't help but follow them.

"I couldn't have gotten it."

"Someone claims to be a hero from afar, seeking the legendary Golden Fleece?" In the magnificent golden palace of the Kingdom of Colchis, King Aeetes, with an aged face but still tall and imposing figure, narrowed his eyes, which gleamed with a faint green light, upon hearing the report from his guards.

"No." He replied without even thinking.

As a nation possessing the Golden Fleece, a treasure unparalleled in the entire Aegean Sea, the Kingdom of Colchis often receives self-proclaimed 'heroes' who come to see it.

But since it was a priceless treasure, how could Aeetes possibly let them see it?

Aeetes was not afraid of so-called heroes resorting to violence, not to mention his powerful knightly servants, he himself was a demigod with superb martial arts skills.

His father was Helios, the Sun God, and his mother was Perses, the Oceanid Goddess.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't inherit enough power, he could have become a true god, not just a demigod. But it is precisely because of this bloodline that Aeetes, even in his old age, still possesses the power to fight magical beasts with his bare hands.

Therefore, he felt emboldened and fearless.

Just as the servant was about to return to report, a clear voice rang out, interrupting him. "Wait, Father!"

"My dearest daughter, Medea, what do you want to say?" Aeetes turned his gaze toward the person who had spoken.

She was a petite girl with long, light purple hair tied in a high ponytail behind her. Strands of hair framed her delicate eyebrows and eyes. Her slender waist was wrapped in a plain white gauze dress. The hem of the dress, with its slits, revealed glimpses of her fair thighs. Her calves, encased in white stockings, were bent as she bowed.

She is Medea, the daughter of Aeetes, a princess nearing ten years old.

As a father, Aeetes doted on his daughter, Aeetes.

Medea, however, never took advantage of her favor and remained respectful. "Father, I would like to ask, what is that person's name?"

"That man calls himself Rovi, and he comes from Arcadia." Having received the king's approval, the attendant bowed his head in response.

Rovi?

Like most people of this era, Medea also associated herself with the sage of Uruk.

But it's probably just someone with the same name, right? After all, they were all people from over a thousand years ago.

"Father, I think you should still meet this person," Medea said. "I can sense that this person is protected by many gods."

Aeetes narrowed his eyes. A 'hero' who could be blessed by multiple gods was not someone who could be dismissed so easily.

Colchis was far from Athens and Arcadia, and ordinary people were not well-informed. The legend of Rovi's had not yet spread here.

But the divine protection alone is enough to make anyone dare not underestimate him.

"Let him in!" Aeetes waved his hand.

The servant left immediately.

"My daughter, you have done your father another favor. Do you want a reward?" Aeetes turned to look at his daughter.

"Father, I beg you to spare those civilians..."

"No, no, this is the only thing I cannot allow, my daughter." Aeetes's face, which had been quite gentle just a moment ago, instantly turned extremely stern. Aeetes solemnly declared, "This country is my country. Even if the taxes I demand are too heavy, how can the common people complain?"

"I must prove my authority by having them die!"

Medea remained silent, having already anticipated such an answer, but still somewhat unwilling.

Aeetes was a tyrant.

This is a well-known fact in the Kingdom of Colchis.

He was cruel, tyrannical, and extravagant, yet he squandered all his wealth on the common people.

He did not allow commoners to complain about the heavy taxes in the slightest. Even a casual remark of dissatisfaction in daily conversation would result in them being arrested and executed by the guards.

Although Medea was the daughter of Aeetes, she was also a highly knowledgeable Divine Era Magus. She knew that her father's path would inevitably lead to a tragic end, but she was powerless to change it.

At this moment, all one can do is sigh.

Just then, steady footsteps sounded outside the hall. Medea glanced over, Aeetes narrowed his eyes as well.

The man who came was a rather young man, or even a teenager.

With black hair and black eyes, and a slender figure, he had a rather refined and scholarly appearance.

Rovi came in alone.

Atalanta waited outside the palace—the Lord of the Forest dislikes crowded places.

"King Aeëtes, Your Majesty." He bowed slightly in greeting.

Aeetes quickly rose to return the greeting, for those who received the blessings of the gods were at least equals to him.

"Are you Rovi? I am the King of the Kingdom of Colchis, and this is my daughter, Medea..."

Is this the one?

Medea also showed a surprised expression. This person did seem to be a bit different from those other deceitful and charlatan fellows.

"How do you look?" Colchis's face couldn't help but burn and turn red.

She felt as if she had been struck by Cupid, God of Love's arrow, a ticklish sensation spreading throughout her body...

"Wait a moment!" Rovi gave an apologetic smile, then reached out and scooped up some air.

They pulled out a winged child with a bow and arrow in his hand, looking completely bewildered.

"Huh? How did you find me? How can you see me like this? Wait—what do you want to do!?" The child let out an incredulous cry, then was thrown up by Rovi and kicked away!

Medea: "..."

If she wasn't mistaken, that child must be Cupid, the Cupid, God of Love!

This stranger is a hero...

They kicked the god of love away!??