Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering Greek Goddesses from the Start!

The other heroes watched Moran with subtle smiles.

Normally, they'd see Moran and Atalanta throwing flashbangs, but today they were witnessing a rare shuraba.

"Well, I have to say, it's incredibly satisfying."

"But, are women's jealousies always this intense? Could it be that the thing women get every month has also manifested in Atalanta, that violent woman? No way..."

Jason was even analyzing it seriously.

Unbeknownst to him, the other heroes subconsciously put some distance between themselves and him.

They knew what was coming next.

"JA! SON!

Are you deaf?! If you're looking to die! I'll grant you your wish right now!"

Atalanta was like a lioness whose tail had been stepped on.

Her green hair and eyes fluttered wildly with the mana erupting from her limbs, and an arrow was nocked onto the Sky-Piercing Bow, drawn to full draw.

"Die!"

Her killing intent was so cold it could freeze the air.

Jason's face instantly drained of color.

BOOM—!!

An impact like a falling star.

The arrow shot out with a brilliant light towards Jason, its immense force almost capable of shattering a mountain.

"D-dead... I'm going to die..."

Jason's sleeve was pierced by the arrow, pinning him to the Argo.

This arrow had missed his head by a hair's breadth.

If he hadn't activated his evasion at the last possible second, his heroic journey might have ended right there.

"This... Atalanta..."

"Hm? Moran, did you have something to say?"

Atalanta showed off her arrow.

[You couldn't help but swallow your words]

[Atalanta is furious right now, and you feel that saying anything more will only anger her further]

[The other heroes were also signaling with their eyes]

[It seems this situation can only be resolved by Atalanta calming down on her own]

"Hmph!"

Atalanta glared at everyone.

She strode away in a different direction, carrying the unvented fire in her heart.

Even she didn't know what was wrong with her.

She didn't know why she was so angry.

"Lord Moran... um... Captain Jason... he seems to have fainted... are we not going to do anything about him?"

Medea still had a look of innocent bewilderment.

She was quite naive when it came to emotions.

Having studied under Goddess Hecate since childhood, she was essentially a sheltered princess who had lived in a temple, unaware of the ways of the world.

"I'll handle that idiot.

Honestly, he needs to learn to distinguish the occasion for his words. This fool still can't control his mouth in a situation like this.

He'll drop dead on the spot one day."

Asclepius said with a bit of a sharp tongue.

He, who would later become the God of Medicine.

He detested common ailments, and Jason insisted on giving him these useless troubles.

"Oh right, Moran, give me some more blood.

The Gorgon component in your blood is stronger than I thought, and I've found a direction for creating the Elixir of Immortality. It's thanks to you, too."

Asclepius expressed his gratitude.

His respect for Moran, who provided the Gorgon blood, was far greater than his respect for Jason.

"No problem, just give me a share when you have results. For now, take care of that guy Jason. Even though he's a complete idiot, he's still our captain."

"I will definitely create the Elixir of Immortality, and you will be the first to enjoy it. As for Jason... hmph, he'll be an afterthought."

Moran and Asclepius conversed.

Both of them were students under Chiron.

Asclepius's way of treating people was rather harsh.

The reason he wanted to create the Elixir of Immortality was simple.

He had a very happy time sailing with the crew of the Argo, and he didn't want to lose his companions whom he loved.

For this reason, he didn't want any of his friends to die.

He wanted to create the Elixir of Immortality for his dear friend.

[You gaze in the direction Atalanta departed]

[In the end, you still felt you couldn't just leave her be]

[You chose to have Medea wait on the Argo, while you yourself chased after Atalanta]

[Medea gazes in the direction you departed]

[A lonely expression appears on her face]

[Similarly, Medea couldn't understand why she felt this way; she didn't want to stay on the ship, she only wanted to stay by your side]

"Mr. Asclepius, do you know what kind of relationship Miss Atalanta and Lord Moran have?"

"Oh? You're curious?"

Asclepius grinned.

When talking about his fellow disciples, his indifferent face seemed to gain a bit more humanity.

Medea's small face was full of seriousness:

"Yes! I want to know! I want to know everything about Lord Moran! Please!"

"How should I put it, I'll be blunt.

Atalanta and Moran are in a romantic relationship."

He got straight to the point.

Asclepius, as a physician, was accustomed to cutting to the chase, so he didn't mince words.

"A romantic relationship..."

Medea's delicate body trembled slightly.

Something seemed to shatter inside her.

An unfamiliar sting spread through her chest, accompanied by a deep sense of frustration.

"Although my knowledge of romantic relationships is purely theoretical, I can understand this situation. Princess of Colchis, you witnessed Atalanta's ferocity just now, didn't you? Are you not going to give up?"

"How could I! I will absolutely not give up! I, I've already fallen for Lord Moran! Even though Atalanta was terrifying just now, I think I can get along with her!"

Medea said loudly, her face flushed red.

Completely different from her previous timid and gentle demeanor, she expressed her firm resolve not to let love slip away.

Medea's change even surprised Asclepius.

"Moran, you're probably going to have to say goodbye to peaceful days..."

He then shook his head and gave a wry smile.

He could already imagine Moran facing a shuraba again in the future, and the ensuing battle would be even more spectacular than the current one.

As a physician, and as a dear friend.

He would prepare stomach medicine and painkillers for Moran in advance.

Chapter Thirteen: I Hope You Can Love Yourself [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

[You put in a lot of effort to catch up to Atalanta]

[Although there were some twists and turns in the process, Atalanta, having calmed down, finally regained her composure]

[She sensed her own abnormality]

[However, she lacked the courage to face it]

[You two returned to the Argo as you always did. Everyone gathered here as heroes, and how to deal with the trials imposed by Aetes was your most immediate concern]

[You were initially worried about the relationship between Atalanta and Medea]

[As it turned out, the two women were chatting and laughing merrily]

[Atalanta did not show any hostility towards Medea, and Medea was enthusiastic about building a good relationship with Atalanta. You were relieved that a second shuraba did not appear on the Argo]

In reality, this was not difficult to understand.

Atalanta had been complaining about Moran's philandering from the very beginning.

After talking with Medea, she realized that this was not a princess of a nation, but a cute little girl who hadn't grown up at all.

Moreover, Medea was very young and inexperienced.

She was only just over fourteen years old.

Atalanta was abandoned by her parents from birth; she was raised thanks to the mercy bestowed by the Moon Goddess.

Perhaps it was due to her childhood experiences.

Her tolerance for children was practically limitless.

Given her inability to harbor negative feelings towards Medea.

She naturally could only direct her complaints at Moran.

"Well, those two are getting along better than I expected. There's absolutely no room for me to intervene."

Moran was completely ignored by the two women.

His tone held a hint of helplessness.

However, overall, the current situation was still good.

[The Heroes have decided to depart tomorrow to resolve the trial set by Aetes. You have some different ideas.]

[In the myths, the Heroes passed Aetes' difficult trial, yet he still refused to hand over the Golden Fleece. Knowing this, you believe other actions can be taken.]

"Huh? Moran, are you sure you're not coming?"

"I can't hog all the spotlight, can I? As the captain of the Argo, you're the most dazzling one."

"Ha, that's true.

After all, the world must witness the astonishing wisdom and mighty power of the great Jason! This trial must be solved by me!"

Moran praised him like a cunning old fox.

Jason was already so flattered he was lost.

However, he still had a slight worry.

"It's just, that trial is indeed a bit difficult. If something happens to me... it's not that I'm scared! Absolutely not! It's just that as your leader, I have a responsibility to ensure everyone's safety..."