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

Jason was putting on a brave face as always.

Everyone knew his combat power was among the lowest on the Argo.

The whole way, it was basically the heroes escorting him, while he was the one striking a pose with his hands on his hips at the bow of the ship.

In other words, he was the "atmosphere group."

His only merits were his leadership and strategy as captain. Everyone on the Argo knew he often messed up, but deep down, they also knew he was indispensable.

"Mr. Jason, I have some magical ointments here. They should at least guarantee your survival through the trial..."

"Oh, oh, oh! You have such good stuff! Why didn't you tell me sooner! That way I wouldn't have been so scared... Pfft, not scared, I was worried about your safety, yeah, that way no one would be holding me back!"

"Holding you back? But from my perspective, Mr. Jason, you're the one who needs protecting the most..."

Medea said with pure innocence.

She still had no malice whatsoever.

She just said whatever she saw.

Upon hearing this, Jason's face turned as sour as a bitter gourd.

The surrounding heroes couldn't help but stifle their laughter, someone had finally spoken the truth to his face.

Before, everyone had been like brothers with Jason.

So, they hadn't nitpicked.

"Huh... Did, did I say something wrong?"

Medea hadn't picked up on the atmosphere.

There's a saying: a naturally airheaded person is actually dark when you cut into them.

She fit this description perfectly.

[The next day, the heroes went to challenge the trial]

[You and Medea left the heroes' party]

[The heroes intended to subdue the Fire-breathing Bulls first, but you returned to the Colchis royal palace]

[Medea was somewhat confused]

"Lord Moran, why are you coming to the royal palace? Aren't we going to help Atalanta and the others?"

"Medea, assuming Jason and the others complete the trial, do you think your father would really be willing to hand over the Golden Fleece?"

"Father probably wouldn't... Oh! I understand! Lord Moran, you want to steal the Golden Fleece while everyone's attention is on the heroes, taking advantage of this weakest moment, right?"

"Smart."

Moran gave Medea a thumbs-up.

Medea's small face flushed red.

She hadn't expected to be praised by Moran like this.

Her heart was filled with sweet joy.

"You don't mind me stealing your national treasure?"

"I don't mind! Anyway, Father just keeps that thing as an antique on display. If Lord Moran can use it, I think it's much better than it gathering dust in the treasury!"

Medea said with a very innocent and romantic air.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

At this moment, the person she loved most was Moran, and naturally, she thought Moran was the most heroic hero in the world.

The treasure naturally belonged to him.

Medea would naturally do this for Moran, this act of filial impiety without hesitation.

This love was undoubtedly heavy.

Because for this love, she was willing to sacrifice everything.

"Medea, I want you to promise me one thing."

"Mmm, Lord Moran is actually asking me... I... As long as it's something I can do... I'll agree to anything for you!"

Medea put on an appearance of being overwhelmed with gratitude.

She was very happy that she could help Moran.

"I'm happy that you think so highly of me, but... I hope you can love yourself a little more."

Moran's words conveyed concern.

This made Medea look confused.

"I don't want you to get hurt, nor do I want you to do things I wouldn't want you to do because of this excessive affection. Because in the end, you won't find happiness."

Moran spoke earnestly.

As the object of Medea's affection.

He wanted to address Medea's self-neglect, as failing to do so would eventually sow hidden dangers.

Not to mention, during his interactions with Medea.

He had indeed developed feelings for this adorable young girl.

"I want you to find happiness, so I don't want you to do anything you'll regret.

Remember, nothing can be obtained with the premise of abandonment. I hope you can understand this."

Chapter 14: Aetes Vomits Blood from Anger [Seeking Monthly Votes! Seeking Flowers!]

"Lord Moran... I don't understand..."

Medea was somewhat unable to comprehend.

Because she only thought about how to satisfy the love in her heart, she didn't feel at all that love would bring her pain.

This concept was too absolute.

This absoluteness wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"It's okay if you don't understand. When you hesitate, seriously recall my words. I believe you will make the right choice."

Moran's lips curved into a smile.

He believed Medea would eventually understand.

After all, committing the crime of dismembering her own brother, what happiness could such parricide bring?

Moran did not wish for Medea to make such a mistake.

Nor did he need the birth of the Traitor Witch.

[You and Medea infiltrate the royal palace]

[With the support of concealment magic, you easily enter the royal palace's treasury]

[Most of the palace staff have gone to watch how the Argo heroes overcome the trials. Coupled with Medea's royal status as a cover within the palace, no one expected anyone to steal the Golden Fleece]

[In the treasury, you successfully steal the Golden Fleece]

[You two leave the royal palace]

[Shortly after, the Argo heroes break through the three trials set by King Aetes.]

[As it happened in your myth, King Aetes, contrary to his previous gentle demeanor, still refused to hand over the Golden Fleece. Jason, who was about to start a huge argument, was stopped by you]

"I'm so angry! Moran! Don't stop me! Today, I'm going to argue with this old geezer to the end!"

"Calm down!"

Moran softly uttered a phrase.

The moment Jason heard it, his eyes widened like bells.

He wore an expression as if he had seen an earthquake.

"Cough cough! Honestly, you king are too shameless! I, Jason, disdain arguing with a scoundrel and a liar! It lowers my status! However, don't think I'll give up the Golden Fleece! I will return!"

Although Jason's tone was still irritable.

The surrounding heroes felt something was wrong.

Based on their understanding of Jason.

If he learned that someone dared to play him like this, he wouldn't back down even if he had to throw a tantrum and act like a hooligan.

It was impossible for him to be such a deserter so easily.

Unless this guy's personality had been altered.

"Hmph, the Argo heroes are nothing special. Aren't they still wary of my powerful Colchis?"

Aetes wore a smug smile.

He had heard countless people say not to provoke the Argo heroes before.

Now, it seemed they were nothing special.

[Watching the heroes leave the palace dejectedly, Aetes, as the ruler of a nation, was very pleased with himself]

[However, he felt something was amiss]

[But he couldn't pinpoint what it was]

"Jason, if you're sick, don't hold it in. Do you have a rare mental illness? You know, a sick person needs treatment."

Asclepius's expression was very grave.

He judged that Jason was seriously ill.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to give up the Golden Fleece like this.

The other heroes shared Asclepius's thought, mostly believing Jason was under a spell.

"Is no one watching us around here?"

Jason looked around furtively, like a thief.

It looked incredibly strange.

"You guy, you haven't really lost it, have you? No one's watching us anymore, at least I can't sense anyone."

Atalanta showed a rare look of concern.

She thought Jason had hit his head and broken his brain.

Upon receiving confirmation that no one was around, Jason immediately ran with all his might:

"You guys, stop gawking! Hurry and run! Get back to the ship! That shameless old man might find out any second! Let's bounce!"

He was so fast his feet seemed to be greased.

Leaving the assembled heroes dumbfounded.

Although they didn't understand what was going on with Jason, they still quickened their pace towards the Argo.

On the way, they learned what had happened.

"No wonder, I was just wondering why Moran wasn't present when we passed the trial, so you went to steal the Golden Fleece."

"Keep it down, keep it down, I call it foresight."

"Heh, you really are something."

Atalanta couldn't help but praise him.

The more she looked at this man who considered everything so carefully, the more she felt it was difficult to leave.

Feelings of affection surged within her.

"Hehe, Atalanta, I helped too! This is my first time doing something so naughty, it's kind of thrilling!"

Medea playfully stuck out her little tongue.

She looked very cute and mischievous.