Set Sail, Argo!

If she truly chose to see him off herself, she definitely would not be able to stop herself from trying to make him stay.

How could they possibly want the man they loved most to leave their side?

Medusa hoped her sisters could openly admit those feelings.

Unfortunately, that was simply Stheno and Euryale's nature.

"Medusa, you're thinking about something very rude, aren't you?"

"N-No! Absolutely not!"

"Moran has left, so all the work he used to do will be yours from now on. Don't worry, I'll hold you to the strictest standards, hehehe..."

"Yes! Big Sister...!"

Although the person they cherished most had left the island.

They knew he would return here one day.

Everything seemed to have returned to how it was centuries ago.

Yet the three sisters carried a loneliness they had never felt before.

The island had not changed. What had changed were their hearts.

Riding Pegasus, you quickly reached the mainland.

Pegasus reluctantly nuzzled against you.

"Protect the three of them in my place. Once I'm done handling things, I'll return as soon as possible. Be good, go back."

Pegasus slowly flew into the sky.

Pegasus was Poseidon's gift to the three goddesses.

Though some gods had persecuted them, there were also gods who had never treated the three sisters with goodwill.

Moran and Medusa often rode Pegasus.

Those days were truly nostalgic.

"First, I'll gather intelligence from all sides on the mainland, then formulate the next stage of my plan."

You immediately sprang into action.

For the first few days, you wandered through remote mountains and ancient forests without seeing a soul. Relying on the martial skills you had developed on The Invisible Island, you hunted beasts to fill your stomach.

A week later, following the scent of cooking smoke, you found a human village.

After asking the villagers around, you learned that some distance northwest of the village lay a royal capital called Iolcus. The land you currently stood on belonged to Thessaly.

The name of this royal capital felt vaguely familiar to you.

Pondering that faint sense of familiarity, you set off on your journey to Iolcus.

Along the way, you hacked through thorns and brambles. Even Dragon Kind could only gnash their teeth in bitter defeat and submit beneath your superb martial prowess.

You saved many people, and merchants and bards spread word of your name far and wide.

The world learned that a highly skilled, bold, warmhearted long-haired hero clad in leather armor was heading for Iolcus.

You arrived in Iolcus.

"Hey, hey, listen to this! Lately, there's been a hero on the trade routes wearing animal hides, with a physique as mighty as a god's. It sounds like he's headed our way, to Iolcus!"

"Hah! I heard about him too. Apparently, even the giant Geryon was no match for him. What do you think he's coming to Iolcus for?"

Inside the tavern, a group of drunkards chatted excitedly.

Moran, the center of their conversation, was also in the tavern at that moment.

As everyone knew, taverns were indispensable for gathering information, especially in an era like the Age of Gods, when social interaction was scarce.

Taverns were among the few places where information gathered.

"Could he be here to find Chiron?"

"No way, right? Even a hero like him wants to visit that wise centaur teacher? Though I've heard Chiron has been taking in disciples far and wide..."

"Why not!?"

The drunkards' conversation caught your attention.

You joined their discussion.

Very quickly, you understood why the name had felt familiar. Iolcus was the departure point of the Argo.

You refined your plan further.

You wanted a great achievement capable of shattering the rumors.

Boarding the Argo was undoubtedly the best choice.

You could use it as your starting point.

At present, the Argo had not yet been built, and Iolcus was still ruled by Pelias.

The future captain of the Argo.

That was Jason.

He would come to Iolcus to reclaim his throne, and Pelias would set him the trial of obtaining the Golden Fleece.

"Jason should still be studying under Chiron right now. Perhaps I can go there too..."

Moran decided on his next move.

Having read the script, he could make arrangements in advance. This was the advantage he possessed as a transmigrator and a Simulator user.

After asking around everywhere, you learned where Chiron was.

After several days of travel, you finally found Chiron's school.

Your extraordinary talent for martial arts made even Chiron's eyes light up. Without another word, he accepted you as his disciple.

"Mm. If you remained among ordinary people, that would be a waste of your martial talent. I cannot bear to let gold be buried beneath a pile of stones.

"Since you have chosen to become my disciple, I will do everything in my power to nurture you into a hero."

Chiron examined Moran with a gentle smile.

His gaze was as focused as that of a sculptor admiring a work of art, so intent that it made one's skin crawl a little.

And so, you became Chiron's disciple.

Under Chiron's guidance, you honed your martial skills, and your strength grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, you also came to know fellow disciples such as Heracles, Jason, and Asclepius.

Sometimes you trained, sometimes you hunted, and sometimes you studied.

Though you had come with a special purpose, you truly did forge inseparable bonds with your fellow disciples.

"The throne can stay in Iolcus and wait for me to inherit it! The country I want to build will be one where everyone can receive an education! At the very least, it has to be more impressive than this stable! I'm not expecting everyone to be as smart as me, but I've long since made up my mind and prepared myself for it!

"Hehehe! I'm absolutely worth investing in! Everyone, you can follow me, your future king, while you still have the chance--!!"

Jason planted one foot atop a wooden crate.

He pointed into the distance with a smug expression.

His nose was practically tilted toward the heavens.

The others, resting together after class, could not help but shake their heads with wry smiles, wearing helpless expressions that said, Here he goes again.

Heracles listened silently as usual.

Moran smiled in amusement beneath the shade of a tree.

"In the country I build, no one will live in fear! No one will be afraid of you either! Because I'll make everyone understand that you are my subordinates, my friends, and also my possessions—the most glorious, coolest great heroes in the world!"

Jason spread his arms as if painting a grand picture.

He was intoxicated by that dream waiting in the future.

Like a child, he believed completely in his own words and considered them only natural.

There was no fool more foolish than him.

All his fellow disciples thought so, yet not one of them wished to mock him.

After all, that dream was truly beautiful.

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When you heard Jason describe his dream.

You thought that if you supported Jason in becoming king, you could use the strength of the entire nation to dispel the rumors surrounding the Gorgon Sisters.

You felt helping Jason was a good choice.

"Hey, hey! Really?

"I thought Heracles would be the first to come to me, but I never expected it to be you, Moran. Sure enough, isn't the radiance of my kingship dazzling?"

Jason smugly brushed back his bangs.

Moran responded by mercilessly swinging a kick at him.

Jason, whose evasive skills were maxed out, swiftly dodged.

"That was dangerous!"

"I knew you'd get too full of yourself. If you don't change that smug personality of yours, you might die on the road before you ever become king. I'll help you, sure, but I don't want to see some show-off idiot who makes everyone lose money at every turn."

"Hahahaha! Moran, you really are my good brother! Once I take back the throne, I'll appoint you Guardian General!"

Jason beamed happily.

Not long ago, he had said he was going back to the royal capital to reclaim his throne.

The only person willing to go with him was Moran.

Jason had nearly cried from being ignored by everyone else. Sure enough, true friendship showed itself in times of hardship.

"I'm not becoming any general. I'm too lazy even to be king—it's too troublesome. From beginning to end, there has only been one thing I wanted, and you understand that too," Moran said slowly.

"Haha! I don't know why rumors spread about your sisters, but I believe in your character, Moran! As far as I'm concerned, you were born to be a great hero. How could your sisters possibly be monsters?

"Even if you hadn't mentioned it, with the bond we have, once I become king, I'll sooner or later make such ignorant rumors vanish completely!

"I won't allow superstitious idiots in my kingdom!"

The two had known each other for quite some time.

Jason had long learned why Moran wanted to accomplish great deeds.

A hero without a wish was the abnormal one.

He did not think Moran was wrong for using him to achieve his goal. Did he not need Moran's strength as well?

As a king ascending the throne, he needed heroes to support him.

Both sides had what they needed from the other.

Of course, Jason was deeply moved that Moran thought so highly of him.

Jason regarded you as a sworn brother.

You and Jason set off on the royal road toward Iolcus. Along the way, you encountered an old woman crossing a river.

Possessing the traditional virtues of modern society, you naturally took the initiative to carry her across the river on your back.

Strangely, not long after the old woman thanked you, she vanished without a trace while you were not paying attention.

You harbored a certain suspicion.

But it was not easy to jump to conclusions.

After several more days of travel, you and Jason arrived at the royal capital. Just as your knowledge of the myths had led you to expect