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

If I truly chose to see him off in person, I would inevitably find myself unable to resist making some move to hold him back.

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

Medusa wished her sisters could speak that feeling openly.

Unfortunately, Stheno and Euryale were simply that way by nature.

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

"N-no! Not at all!"

"With Moran gone, his former duties all fall to you now. Rest assured, I will hold you to the strictest standards, hehehe..."

"Yes! Sister...!"

The one they cherished most had left the island.

Yet they knew that one day, he would surely return.

Everything seemed to slip back to how it had been centuries ago.

Only now, a loneliness stirred in the three sisters' hearts—something they had never felt before.

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

[You, riding Pegasus, soon reached the mainland.]

[Pegasus nuzzled you reluctantly.]

["Take my place and protect the three of them. Once I've settled my affairs, I'll return as soon as I can. Be good. Go back now."]

[Pegasus slowly soared into the sky.]

Pegasus was a gift from Poseidon to the three goddesses.

Though some gods had persecuted them, others had not shown the sisters kindness either.

Moran and Medusa had often ridden Pegasus together.

Those days were dearly missed.

["First, gather intelligence on the mainland. Then formulate a plan for the next move."]

[You set to work swiftly.]

[For the first few days, you trekked through deep mountains and ancient forests, seeing no sign of human habitation. You relied on the martial skills honed on the Invisible Island to hunt wild beasts for food.]

[After a week, you caught the scent of smoke and found a human village.]

[You asked the villagers and learned that northwest of the village lay a royal capital called Iolcus. The country you were in was Thessaly.]

[The name of that capital stirred a faint sense of familiarity in you.]

[Pondering that elusive feeling, you set out on the journey to Iolcus.]

[Along the way, you cut through thorns and brambles. Even Dragon Kind could only gnash their teeth in defeat, bowing to your peerless martial prowess.]

[Many people you saved along the way spread your name through merchants and bards.]

[The world came to know that a mighty, bold, and warm-hearted hero clad in leather armor and with long hair was journeying toward Iolcus.]

[You arrived at Iolcus.]

"Hey, hey, listen—I heard there's a hero on the trade route lately, dressed in animal hides, with a physique as grand as a god's. Looks like he's heading our way, to Iolcus!"

"Ha! I've heard of him. They say even the giant Geryon couldn't stand against him. What do you suppose he's coming to Iolcus for?"

In a tavern, a group of drunkards were cheerfully discussing the topic.

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

As everyone knew, gathering intelligence inevitably meant visiting taverns—especially in an age like the Age of Gods, where communication was scarce.

Taverns were one of the few places where information converged.

"Could he be looking for Chiron?"

"No way? Even this hero wants to visit that centaur sage? I've always heard he's been taking on disciples..."

"How could it not be possible!?"

[The drunkards' topic caught your attention.]

[You joined their discussion.]

[Soon, you understood why the name felt familiar—Iolcus was the starting point of the Argo.]

[You refined your plan.]

[To achieve a great deed capable of shattering rumors,]

[boarding that Argo was undoubtedly the best choice.]

[You could use this as your starting point.]

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

The future captain of the Argo.

That is, Jason.

He would come to Iolcus to reclaim the throne, and Pelias would impose the trial of retrieving the Golden Fleece.

"Right now, Jason should still be a disciple under Chiron. Maybe I can go there too..."

Moran settled on his next move.

Having read the script, he could make arrangements in advance—this was the advantage of being a transmigrator and a Simulator user.

[You inquire around and learn of Chiron's whereabouts]

[After several days of travel, you finally find Chiron's school]

[Your extraordinary martial talent catches Chiron's eye; without a second word, he takes you as his disciple]

"Hmm, if you were to stay among ordinary people, that would be a waste of this martial talent. I cannot bear to see gold buried in a pile of rubble.

Since you have chosen to become my disciple, I will do my utmost to train you into a hero."

Chiron studied Moran with a kind smile.

His gaze was like that of a sculptor admiring a work of art—so focused it was almost unsettling.

[And so, you become Chiron's disciple]

[Under Chiron's guidance, you hone your martial skills, your strength growing at a visible pace]

[Not only that, but you also come to know fellow disciples like Heracles, Jason, and Asclepius]

[Sometimes training, sometimes hunting, sometimes learning]

[Though you came with a specific purpose, you nonetheless forge bonds of brotherhood with your fellow disciples that are hard to break]

"The throne is waiting for me in Iolcus! The kingdom I will build is one where everyone can receive an education! At the very least, it'll be grander than this stable! I don't expect everyone to be as clever as me, but I've already made up my mind and prepared!

Heheh! I'm a worthy investment, you know! All of you, you might as well follow me now—your future king—!!"

Jason stomped one foot onto a wooden crate.

He pointed into the distance with a smug expression.

His nose practically pointed to the sky.

The others, taking a break after class, shook their heads with wry smiles, wearing that "here he goes again" look.

Heracles listened silently as always.

Moran smirked from under the shade of a tree.

"The kingdom I build will have no one living in fear! No one will be afraid of you! Because I'll make everyone understand—you are my subordinates, my friends, my possessions, and the most glorious, most dashing great heroes in the world!"

Jason spread his arms as if painting a picture.

Lost in the dream of a future yet to come.

He believed his own words like a child, treating it all as a matter of course.

There was no bigger fool than him.

All his fellow disciples thought so, but none of them mocked him.

After all, the dream was truly beautiful.

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Chapter 8: Setting Sail, the Argo! [Begging for collections! Begging for flowers!]

[When you hear Jason's words painting his dream]

[You realize that if you help Jason become king, you could use the full strength of the kingdom to dispel the rumors about the Gorgon Sisters]

[You decide that helping Jason is a good choice]

"Eh?! Really?

I thought Heracles would be the first to come to me, but it's you, Moran. As expected, the radiance of my kingship is just that dazzling, isn't it?"

Jason flicked his bangs with a cocky air.

Moran didn't hold back and kicked out at him.

Jason, with his maxed-out evasion, dodged swiftly.

"That was dangerous!"

"I knew you'd get too full of yourself. If you don't fix that arrogant attitude, you'll probably die on the road before you ever become king. I'll help you, sure, but I don't want to see a smug idiot who's bound to make me take a loss."

"Hahaha! Moran, you're truly my best bro! Once I seize the throne, I'll make you the Guardian General!"

Jason flashed a cheerful grin.

Not long ago, he'd announced his plan to return to the capital and reclaim the throne.

The only one willing to go with him was Moran.

Jason, who had been ignored by everyone else, was almost moved to tears—truly, it was in times of hardship that true brotherhood shone.

"I'm not about to be some great general. I can't even be bothered to be king—too much trouble. What I've wanted, from start to finish, is only one thing, and you know it." Moran said slowly.

"Haha! I don't know how the rumors about your sisters got started, but I trust your character, Moran! The way I see it, you're born to be a hero. How could your sisters be monsters?

Even if you didn't bring it up, with a bond as tight as ours, once I'm king, I'll make sure those ignorant rumors vanish into thin air!

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

The two had known each other for quite some time.

Jason had long understood why Moran wanted to earn merits.

A hero without a wish was the abnormal one.

He felt that Moran using him to achieve his goal was nothing—wasn't he himself relying on Moran's strength?

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

Both sides had their own needs.

Of course, that Moran thought highly of him—

Jason was genuinely moved by that.

[Jason regards you as a sworn brother]

[You and Jason set off on the royal path to and from Iolcus. On the road, you encounter an old man crossing a river]

[With your modern society's traditional virtues, you unsurprisingly take the initiative to carry the old man across the river on your back]

[Strangely, not long after the old man thanks you, she vanishes without a trace when you aren't paying attention]

[You have a certain suspicion in your heart]

[But it's hard to jump to a conclusion just yet]

[After a few more days of travel, you and Jason arrive at the royal capital. As you understand from the myth]