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

[If it weren't for your Petrifying Magic Eye]

[The situation would undoubtedly have become more perilous]

"Medea, you're the one who stopped the pursuers, aren't you?"

"This... yes, it was me."

Medea didn't intend to get away with it.

She knew she couldn't fool Moran, a hero, nor could she easily conceal the situation.

Although Moran had overused his magic eye just now.

His sense of smell was still sharp.

"No wonder, I was wondering why the pursuers stopped. I couldn't tell... Medea, what method did you use?"

Jason was very curious about this.

Not just him, but the other heroes were too.

They had all seen Medea as a little princess in an ivory tower on their journey, and they never expected her to be the one to stop the pursuers.

Looking at Medea, who was deep in thought.

Moran didn't know what answer she would give.

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"I went to see Aeëtes, he's the leader of the pursuers, and my brother. I told him I wanted to follow Lord Moran... Afterward, I found an opportunity to daze him with magic and used a little trick." Medea said very casually.

So casually, it was as if she were talking about afternoon tea.

"Isn't the commander the most important person in an army? Hmm... I used an illusion to create a mirage that they couldn't ignore, and that's why the pursuers couldn't advance."

"Um, Medea, is it okay for me to ask what you showed them?"

Jason was prying for information like a curious baby.

Moran had already guessed something.

"It's very simple, I showed them an illusion of their commander being dismembered and floating on the sea. Heh heh, nothing can shake the morale of an army more than that, right?"

Medea's words were as innocent as a child's.

But the information contained within was chilling, and even Jason wondered if he had misheard.

Such a bloody and terrible topic.

Spoken by the innocent and romantic Medea.

Everyone present felt a sense of absurd strangeness.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was chilling.

"Th-is way...!"

"Hm? Mr. Jason, why are you backing away so far? Did I do something wrong?!"

Medea asked with a blank, cute expression.

This made everyone speechless.

Their estimations were likely completely wrong.

The naturally airheaded girl was terrifyingly dark when cut open; Medea actually harbored such a hidden tsundere attribute.

Everyone cast pitying glances at Moran.

To be loved by such a little princess with tsundere potential.

This was indeed no simple matter.

"Although there were some deviations, the result is good. Medea, I'm happy that you considered what I said."

Moran praised Medea frankly.

At least, she hadn't committed the inhuman act of killing her own family.

"Lord Moran..."

Medea's small face blushed.

She lowered her head, somewhat flustered.

Lord Moran is probably praising me, right?

Just thinking about it made her incredibly happy.

Before she could draw her knife on her own brother, she hesitated. She remembered what Moran had told her before.

[There is nothing that can be obtained with the premise of abandonment]

Happiness obtained through matricide, through killing her own brother.

Abandoning love for kin in exchange for love for a partner.

No, this can't be called love at all.

Medea might not understand what Moran was saying even now, but she didn't want to disappoint Moran.

Aeëtes' death would cause her pain.

Medea also had the heart of an ordinary person.

The day Medea truly understood that Moran was looking out for her would be the day her own happiness would arrive.

[One year later, returning to Iolcus]

[You also encountered hardships along the way, which you treated as adventures and as irreplaceable moments]

[The Argo reached its destination]

[There are no eternal feasts, and it was the same for the Argo Heroes who forged countless legends]

[Atalanta also bid you farewell]

"It's over..."

"Atalanta, you can come with us."

"I..."

Atalanta paused, not speaking.

It was different from when they first arrived in Colchis a year ago.

Medea was now intimately embracing Moran.

Some time after boarding the ship.

She conveyed her sincere and passionate love to Moran every day.

Faced with such a proactive and adorable young girl.

Moran naturally had no reason to refuse; he couldn't ignore this innocent princess.

The two fell in love as a matter of course.

Just one step away from becoming a true couple, surpassing mere lovers.

Atalanta watched the entire process as a witness.

The scene of happiness was something she hadn't had with Moran in the past, and she couldn't even feel a sense of defeat in her heart.

Perhaps Medea was the most suitable for Moran.

They would be happier together.

"No, I can't... Medea, you are more suited to be with Moran. I wish you both happiness."

Atalanta couldn't go against her vow of chastity.

However, she also couldn't ignore this feeling.

"Atalanta..."

Medea didn't know what to say.

She wished Atalanta could be more straightforward.

But Atalanta wasn't someone who would break her vows.

This was a matter of choosing faith or love.

Medea couldn't help but turn her gaze to Moran.

She didn't mind if Moran had other women besides herself; that profound love had such inclusivity.

"I'm going back to Arcadia."

Atalanta turned around.

As if to completely crush her feelings here.

Of course, Moran couldn't do nothing.

He spoke words filled with all the emotions in his heart:

"Atalanta, I will come to Arcadia after I've dealt with everything. I don't believe in any gods.

In my eyes, both Medea and you are equally important to me—I like you!"

"..."

Atalanta still didn't respond.

She walked towards the outskirts of Iolcus.

[Watching the gradually disappearing verdant figure]

[Medea gently comforted you, who was dejected]

[You are not someone who would be defeated by setbacks]

[After dealing with the Gorgon Sisters, you decide to settle things with Atalanta later]

[Under the night sky watched by the pure, bright full moon]

[Her elf-like form leaped through the forest, from ancient tree trunks to the cliffs and precipices of the mountains]

[She was running at top speed the entire way]

[Clutching her heaving chest]

'He likes me, he likes me! He said he likes me!'

Atalanta looked up at the moonlit sky, releasing her emotions.

The feelings she had abandoned once again surged back.

Even after spending so much time with him.

This heart still beat wildly for him.

The only thing holding her back was her past vow, and she had been struggling with how to resolve it.

But now, who could care about all that?

[He truly loves me]

What mattered was hearing Moran say that.

The pessimism that had bound her until just moments ago vanished, and she was immersed in this overwhelming joy.

She recalled the sincere tone in which he had spoken those words.

She couldn't help but break into a sweet smile.

Atalanta didn't want to simply surrender to fate, nor did she want to break the vows she had made in the past.