Medea, Have You Considered Becoming Queen?

Between the warrior formed from the dragon's teeth and the dragon itself, who is stronger?

As everyone watched the menacing warriors marching in formation toward the forest where the Golden Fleece bloomed, a sense of bewilderment involuntarily arose in their hearts.

Soon, as the sun was setting, they received their answer.

As the group of warriors carried back the Poison Dragon, whose body was covered in wounds and whose limbs were still twitching, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

As it turned out, the samurai and the poison dragon were no match for these warriors, who were composed entirely of their own most solid parts.

After all, it only has one set of teeth.

These warriors, however, possessed the sharpness of their most fortified parts, not to mention the protection of Ares, God of War.

At this moment, Medea's eyes gleamed slightly, while Aeetes was completely drenched in cold sweat.

"Your Highness King Aeëtes, as you can see—I have fulfilled the three requests you made." Rovi looked at Aeetes.

"Ahem. Lord Rovi is indeed the most intelligent hero I have ever seen." Aeetes coughed lightly. "However, the Golden Fleece is such a precious treasure. I have hidden it in a very secret place. How about this, you stay here for a few days, and I will give it to you later!"

It was clear that Aeetes was trying to stall for time and had changed his mind.

"Father..." Medea subconsciously wanted to speak, having gradually come to realize Rovi's true identity, and wanted to persuade her father.

But Aeetes didn't give her a chance to speak, "Alright, everyone go back and rest. Lord Rovi, I will arrange the best accommodations for you. I'm tired too."

"That's settled then!" With that, Aeetes left with his many guards.

Medea, who was leaving last, gave Rovi an apologetic look. "Don't worry, I will persuade Father to keep his promise!"

Rovi waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.

After Naoki and his group left, in the countryside where the sun was setting, Atalanta suddenly appeared behind Rovi.

"Tch, that guy, how dare he break his promise!" The girl's beast ears twitched, her face full of displeasure. She raised her bow and arrow, instinctively wanting to aim at the departing figure.

Rovi stopped her. "Don't worry, I'll make him keep his promise."

"Anyway Aeetes is using the name of this country, so why don't we just give this country a new master?" Rovi smiled.

"What do you want to do?" Atalanta asked instinctively, then seemed to realize something. "Don't misunderstand, I'm not concerned about you, I just hate guys who don't keep their promises!"

"Don't you know something?" Rovi suddenly turned his head and stared intently at her.

"Wh... what?" Atalanta was stunned, feeling a little embarrassed by being stared at like that.

"Arrogance always leads to defeat." Rovi Wei patted Atalanta's shoulder meaningfully, then walked away on his own.

Atalanta was left completely bewildered.

What does "tsundere" mean? And what is "loser dog"?

Is this an insult calling me a dog?!

Atalanta's ears twitched and his fists hardened.

"You wretched creature, you still haven't told me what you're planning to do!?"

"You'll see tonight. Wait, why did you bite me again? It's hard to wipe your saliva clean!" Rovi said in a distressed voice.

That night.

Inside the palace of the Kingdom of Colchis, in Princess Medea's bedroom, Medea, dressed only in a thin robe, sat alone at her desk, facing a mirror with her eyes closed, deep in thought.

She was 'divining'—seeking answers within her own heart by consulting a 'magic mirror'.

As the most beloved princess of the Kingdom of Colchis, Medea learned Magecraft from many Magecraft from a young age and showed great Magecraft talent.

She was thus favored by Hecate, the goddess of Magecraft, and became proficient in various Magecraft True Magic.

In reality, Medea rarely used the True Magic of the magic mirror.

Because she was intelligent from a young age, she didn't need to specifically search for answers to her questions from within her own heart.

But on this day, she needs to explore the confusion in her heart.

That boy-looking man...

Is the one in question a Uruk Sage?

Only by confirming this could she effectively persuade her father... although she knew that, given Aeetes's personality, even if he knew, he wouldn't be convinced.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" A voice rang out from behind Medea. The young witch suddenly opened her eyes and looked through the mirror in front of her at the figure of Rovi that had appeared behind her at some point.

He was still wearing his grey robe, sitting on a chair in the princess's room, his long black hair swaying silently in the candlelight.

Medea was taken aback, but did not panic.

after all...

"The Uruk Sage, who has returned from the Sea of Void after a thousand years, if he really wants to do something to me, I can't resist, can I?" Medea pursed her lips and smiled, but did not turn to face the newcomer, instead gazing at him through the mirror.

Rovi didn't look at Medea; he just gazed out the window.

"You seem to have many grievances against your father?"

"It's not dissatisfaction, just worry," Medea shook her head. "Father's methods are wrong, and I don't agree with his actions—"

"But that's what dissatisfaction looks like." Rovi clapped his hands.

"Aeetes was tyrannical, cruel, and oppressive to his own people and untrustworthy to others."

"Medea, you are Hecate's favored one, you disdain such behavior—"

Medea did not refute the other person's words, even though they were speaking ill of her father.

Because what Rovi said was the truth.

"So what?" she said. "I'm just his daughter, a daughter without even the right to inherit. His pampering is only because the Magecraft I've learned can help him continue his wanton and reckless behavior—"

"You're just a prop," Rovi continued, picking up where Medea left off. "Don't you want to change?"

"Change?!" Medea turned around abruptly and looked at Rovi.

"Yes, change." Rovi smiled. "I can help you become the king of this country."

"Once you become king, you can control your own destiny, not be a prop."

"But you must grant me a few requests."

"Keep your promise, give me the Golden Fleece, and... treat the country's civilians well, treat those under your rule with kindness..."

He spoke at length as if he had no intention of waiting for Medea's response.

But in fact, this was the decision he made to Atalanta that day, to change the master of the country.

This was also the reason he stayed up so late at night—

Right now, a pair of 'cat's eyes' are watching him intently from outside the window!

"But I will not allow you to do what you cannot do..." After her initial shock, Medea calmed down. "I cannot kill my own family to seize a throne that does not belong to me!"

Medea, who was not struck by Cupid's Arrow, did not go mad as the legends say.

Medea's purple eyes were fixed on the sage before her. Her words were filled with wise understanding, but also with a deep sense of helplessness.

Rovi immediately realized that Medea was referring to a crucial issue that could not be avoided.

"There is no need to kill, or even harm."

As he said this, the smile on Rovi's face deepened, and he slowly rose to his feet. "If your father and brothers were all captured, and you were the only one in the entire kingdom who could manage affairs..."

"In time, you'll have no choice but to reluctantly ascend the throne, won't you?"

That's impossible.

Medea thought so, because Aeetes had a powerful army, and he was also a powerful demigod.

Unless Rovi intervenes...

The properties will also change.

After all, what Rovi wanted to be was a hero, not a bandit who plundered the country—although in this era, there was no clear line between heroes and bandits.

But if you want to catch the eye of the King of the Gods, you have to act a little special.

Medea knew he wouldn't do that.

The next second, Medea suddenly felt a slight tremor in the ground, looked out the window, and saw a running figure and raging flames.

Those were warriors with venomous fangs and venomous dragons guarding the forest.

The power controlled by Rovi.

"The warriors are Aeetes ' treasures, and the poisonous dragons are the monsters that guard the Gorski Forest—these are none of your business."

Although Rovi has demonstrated the ability to control them, given Aeetes' vain nature, he would never allow such a thing to become widely known.

They also issued an order early on to block the news.

Rovi stood up and extended his hand to Medea: "Well, Medea Highness, only you can now take charge of this chaotic country."

"I will help you stabilize the chaos and become the new king, and I will also gain the title of 'hero who saved the country'."

"A win-win situation."

This was something Rovi Wei had planned long ago.

Medea was stunned. The princess's lips parted slightly; she had never expected Rovi's preparations to be so thorough.

All aspects have been considered.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, "Lord Rovi —he is as terrifying as a demon."

Rovi does not deny it. "I am indeed a demon, but only a demon that acts recklessly and targets those who act recklessly."

Because they wanted the Golden Fleece, and even more so because they disliked and couldn't stand Aeetes's brutal ways.

He felt resentful upon seeing the oppressed.

They felt resentful upon seeing the oppressors act recklessly.

So he did it.

He is a willful and reckless person, and he can also be a demon who acts recklessly.

Why bother with a single thought of good or evil?

"But you are a hero too." Medea smiled, her lips curving into a bright smile that had never appeared before. She raised her hand, her fingers gently tracing across Rovi's palm.

He is a hero.

He is a hero among mortals.

And it was the one who rescued me from the cage... At this moment, he is my hero.