Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering Greek Goddesses from the Start! Chapter 12

As a princess who had lived a sheltered life, always following the rules, this was her first taste of rebellious excitement.

She truly felt a thrill from breaking the rules, like she'd turned into a bad kid.

It was both exciting and nerve-wracking.

"Moran, you're not allowed to corrupt Medea."

"I'm not corrupting her, am I…?"

[The heroes sprinted back to the Argo]

[You channeled magic into the ship, activating it at maximum speed, then set course back to Iolcus]

[However, Aeëtes was no fool]

[Sensing something unusual about the Argo's heroes, he didn't ignore the suspicious circumstances and inspected the treasury]

[As a result, he discovered the national treasure, the Golden Fleece, was missing]

[Combining this with the earlier oddities concerning the Argo's heroes, Aeëtes understood what had happened. He was so enraged that his blood rushed to his head]

[Where were the heroes he was promised?]

[Why were they resorting to underhanded tactics? Each one was more shameless and had no bottom line!?]

[While he himself had been the first to act shamelessly, Aeëtes clearly wasn't willing to suffer this loss. He dispatched half of Colchis's military forces, solely to hunt you down, reclaim the Golden Fleece, and retrieve Princess Medea]

[The Colchian army held an advantage on their home territory, and they quickly caught up to the Argo]

[You fought against the army to break through the encirclement]

The ships of Greece were not to be underestimated.

Each ship from Colchis could be considered a modern warship, all equipped with magic-powered artillery.

Eight fully automatic magic-inlaid crossbows were mounted on both the left and right sides.

This was a powerful testament to Machine God technology.

"Report, the first unit has engaged the Argo."

"Further shrink the encirclement, set up obstacles. Our fleet has the geographical advantage! We must not let the Argo leave these waters easily, and we absolutely cannot let them steal our nation's most precious treasure, the Golden Fleece. We must retrieve the princess!"

Aeëtes commanded with a stern expression.

He was the leader of this pursuit.

Gazing at the heroes on the Argo blocking the magic arrows, he felt they were nothing more than a band of plunderers.

They even dared to abduct his sister right in front of him!

How utterly shameless!

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Chapter Fifteen: Turning the Tide! Petrifying Magic Eye! [Seeking Collections! Seeking Monthly Passes!]

[The heroes fought valiantly against the attacking army]

[However, the Colchian army was pursuing their national treasure, so the heroes didn't intend to kill them]

[Gradually, the battle became a stalemate]

[Relying on Jason's strategy and planning, the Colchian pursuers couldn't get close to the Argo]

[Reinforcements from Colchis continued to arrive, and the pursuers decided not to attack directly but to surround you]

[You realized you couldn't continue this stalemate and needed to find a way to escape this sea area, which had been turned into a deadly trap]

[Some pursuers had already boarded the Argo]

"Honestly! Why do I, as the strategist and captain, have to swing a sword too! If Heracles hadn't disembarked midway, these trash mobs wouldn't have been able to hold us!" Jason grumbled, snapping his mouth.

The pursuers were sent flying into the sea by the sword energy he unleashed.

[Meanwhile, ten approaching warships were charging towards your escape route, intending to block this only way out]

[You drew your bow and shot, incapacitating dozens of soldiers]

[Atalanta cooperated with you, shooting through the warships' sails]

[Although the Argo's heroes possessed the might to fight a hundred enemies, Colchis had mobilized the entire nation's strength]

[More and more warships appeared on the horizon]

"Lord Moran…"

Medea's beautiful eyes were filled with worry.

She wanted to offer him her strength.

Even if it meant a single second more where he risked being harmed, she didn't want that possibility to occur.

The leader of these pursuers was Aeëtes.

He was her straightforward and excellent younger brother.

If Aeëtes, the core of the army, were dealt with, it would surely throw the pursuers into disarray.

At that time, Moran could escape with everyone.

How exactly should this matter be handled?

A hint of darkness flashed in Medea's violet-blue eyes, and an idea that shouldn't have been there welled up in her heart.

It was forbidden, yet it was also a solution.

It would definitely help Lord Moran.

Her thoughts were enveloped by an infinitely expanding love. At this crucial moment, she thought of nothing else.

For some reason, Moran's warning that day surfaced in her mind.

"I want to help Lord Moran..."

Medea's crimson lips uttered these words.

She had made her own choice.

No matter what, helping Moran was her top priority, and nothing could stop her.

[Incoming warships are about to surround you]

[Seeing this situation, and the heroes gradually losing control of their strength, you quickly make a decision]

[There might be a move that can get you out of this predicament]

[You decide to take a gamble]

Moran's trump card was nothing else.

Possessing a high-purity Gorgon bloodline within him, he naturally had Gorgon's most iconic finishing move.

His purple eyes released an ominous radiance.

Eerie magic spread from Moran's body, as if even space and time had come to a standstill at that moment.

[This is the Petrifying Magic Eye]

[The fifteen warships charging forward came into view]

[The magical crossbows, as if gnawed and swallowed by a wild beast, were petrified along with the ship's hull, all color violently transforming into a stone-gray symbolizing despair]

[The ships, along with parts of the sea, fell into petrification]

[The petrified ships increased in weight, and the magic circles inscribed on them lost their effect. They lost their propulsion and gradually began to sink beneath the sea.]

"Petrifying Magic Eye! Damn it!"

Aeëtes exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He knew Moran possessed this magic eye.

But he never imagined it could be used on such a large scale, instantly sending fifteen warships to the bottom of the sea.

The entire battle situation was overturned in an instant.

Aeëtes realized how incredible heroes were.

They were beings who defied the impossible!

"Aeëtes..."

"Royal Sister! Did you escape!?"

A lighthearted shout echoed leisurely from behind.

Aeëtes froze slightly.

He turned and saw Medea, who had arrived at some unknown time, and joy immediately appeared on his face.

However, it was different from what he had imagined.

Medea hadn't come to return to her homeland; she had used transfer magic to board this ship to resolve a problem.

His eyes immediately felt a burning pain.

It was as if his eyeballs were submerged in a pool of sulfuric acid; the intense pain from overusing the magic eye assaulted his nerves.

"Moran! Are you okay!"

Atalanta looked flustered.

She knew it was Moran who used the magic eye to stop the warships.

"Don't worry about me! I'll be fine, it's just the first time I've used my magic eye on such a large scale.

Jason! Get us out of these waters quickly!"

"You should have warned me beforehand, you idiot... You're being too reckless!"

Jason sighed helplessly.

He didn't dwell on personal feelings for too long. Immediately, in his capacity as captain, he issued an order to the entire crew:

"Everyone, get ready! Don't fall behind this time! Head thirty degrees south! Full speed ahead!"

[Suddenly, the Argo unleashed its full firepower.]

[The heroes poured in their magic power without holding back, pushing the magic furnace, which had received extra energy, to its limits—]

[Even Moran performed so heroically!]

[How could they possibly shrink from the challenge?]

[Jason repeatedly issued orders to the heroes.]

[The remaining warships are rushing towards you. Atalanta, aim your arrows at the petrified ships.]

[Ships without defensive spell enhancements]

[were shattered into fragments with a single shot.]

[She shot apart several other petrified ships as well. Fifteen petrified ships piled up into a field of debris, which would take some time to be swallowed by the sea.]

[The charging ships, racing against time, crashed into them.]

[Although their hulls weren't pierced by the debris, the stone fragments became an obstacle blocking their path.]

"Damn it, these obstacles won't hold them for long. They'll catch up soon..."

Jason was about to make that definitive statement.

However, he saw the pursuing fleet come to a halt.

This was somewhat incomprehensible.

[You escaped the pursuers aboard the Argo.]

[All the heroes rejoiced at this victory, and you were regarded as the greatest contributor.]