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

Chapter 11: Destined for Romance

[You endured countless hardships on your journey.]

[Finally, the Argo arrived at Colchis.]

[King Aetes of Colchis knew you were here for the Golden Fleece, the treasure of his kingdom, and he awaited you with his army.]

[You stepped forward, holding out an olive branch as a symbol of peace.]

[Seeing the olive branch, the soldiers and Aetes lowered their weapons, and much of the tension between you dissipated.]

[Aetes agreed to receive your audience.]

[As the soldiers retreated, you noticed a graceful young woman accompanying Aetes.]

[Her long, delicate eyes met his captivating blue-purple gaze. Her flawless skin was breathtaking, and her long, silky, pale purple hair cascaded down her cheeks. A pair of distinctive pointed ears peeked out from her hair.]

[She also met your gaze.]

[Knowing the myths and possessing information from the Type-Moon world, you recognized her identity—]

[She was the princess of Colchis, Medea.]

[Although you felt a strange sensation, you buried it deep within.]

[After greeting your companions on the Argo, you all entered the royal palace of Colchis together.]

[Upon arriving at the palace, Jason presented your request to the king.]

"Hahahaha, young man, the Golden Fleece is a treasure of my kingdom, passed down through generations. How could I possibly hand it over to you so easily?"

Aetes sat on his throne, laughing heartily.

Seeing Jason's refusal to back down, he actually found the situation quite troublesome.

The Argo Heroes before him.

Most of them possessed divine bloodlines, making them individuals he couldn't easily dismiss or provoke.

"How about this: if you wish for me to hand over the Golden Fleece, it's not impossible. However, you must prove yourselves worthy of possessing it."

"If it means achieving my grand ambitions, there's nothing I, Jason, cannot do! Tell me!"

[Jason and Aetes discussed the trials.]

[Just as in the myths, Aetes, in order to protect the Golden Fleece, proposed tasks he believed the heroes could not complete.]

[Subdue two rampaging Fire-breathing Bulls, defeat the soldiers who would rise from the field after sowing Dragon's Teeth, and finally, slay the Evil Dragon lurking in the forest. The king demanded the heroes fulfill these three conditions.]

[While the king and heroes were discussing the trials, you noticed Princess Medea by the throne watching you intently.]

[You understood why you felt that strange sensation.]

"Princess, that great hero carrying the olive branch is Moran. Like Heracles, he studied under the wise Chiron. He possesses Petrifying Magic Eyes and Peerless Martial Arts..."

"Moran..."

Medea's lips parted slightly.

Her gaze occasionally flickered towards Moran, appraising his handsome face. Upon hearing his name, her heart couldn't help but soften.

She couldn't hear anything her attendant was saying.

The only person in her world was him.

She felt as if the two syllables forming his name were the most beautiful and melodious sounds in the world.

Being watched with such fervent eyes.

It was impossible for Moran not to notice.

When he turned his head towards Medea, he saw the delicate princess blush deeply and quickly hide herself.

"Could it be..."

Moran began to recall something.

[You connected this to the Greek myths you remembered, as well as your own experiences before setting sail on the Argo.]

[The suspicion returned to that unknown old man.]

In the myth, Hera disguised herself as an old woman to inspect the world, and Jason helped the disguised old woman cross the river.

Through this, he gained the goddess's favor.

Hera decided to provide assistance to Jason in reclaiming his throne.

Her chosen method was to have Eros, the son of the God of Love, shoot his arrows.

Causing the princess of Colchis to fall in love with Jason.

"So, I've become the one blessed by the gods?"

Moran remembered accompanying Jason back to his country.

At that time, he had indeed helped an old man cross the river. Jason had been a step behind because he lost a shoe.

Those involved are blind, but observers see clearly.

Moran, as the person involved, didn't immediately recall the myth. It wasn't until after the fact that he realized it.

He watched Jason talking with Aetes.

Moran's gaze was quite subtle.

However, when he thought about Medea's tragic end in the original story, he felt it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

That guy Jason was completely unreliable.

How could he let a lovely maiden embark on a path of no return dictated by Fate?

If he could change a maiden's tragic destiny, Moran would gladly bear the burden of being the sinner.

This was the resolve a true gentleman should have.

Yes, it was absolutely not about lust.

The three daughters of The Invisible Island, plus Atalanta.

Now, Medea was added to the list.

[You gradually begin to realize you are attracting romantic attention]

[But you feel no burden from this]

["At worst, I'll take responsibility. As the saying goes, the goal of living is to pursue happiness. As long as you don't betray your true feelings, there's nothing wrong."]

[You adjusted your mindset very quickly]

[And accepted the fate of attracting romantic attention]

[After confirming the trial's content with King Aetes, the heroes decided to return to the Argo to prepare]

[On the way, Medea, unable to suppress her feelings, used magic to conceal herself from her attendants and followed you out of the city]

"Lord Moran... C-can I call you that!?"

Medea clenched her hands, her expression flustered.

She lowered her head like a foxtail, a particularly alluring blush coloring her cheeks.

Looking at this delicate maiden who seemed to be made of water.

It felt as if she would burst into tears in front of everyone if he refused.

"Actually, you don't need to be so formal. Just call me Moran. Everyone on the ship calls me that."

Moran couldn't help but show a helpless smile.

He never expected that Medea, renowned as the Traitor Witch in myths, would be so pure and innocent in her youth.

Seeing her so shy and flustered.

It made Moran find her even more endearing.

"Calling you Lord M-Moran by name... N-no, no, no, no, I can't do that! I absolutely can't! I'll faint! Just imagining it... Ughhh..."

Medea shook her head desperately.

She looked utterly incapable of doing such a thing.

Her teary, big eyes were incredibly pitiable.

This... is too cute, isn't it?

At this point, in Moran's internal ranking.

Medea had successfully climbed into the top tier, sharing it with the Gorgon Sisters and Atalanta.

[Along the way, the heroes traveling with you]

[Were blinded by the flashbangs from you and Medea]

[Only Admetus and his wife Alcestis looked at the two with knowing smiles]

"Hmph, men."

A delicate snort sounded

[Instantly, you felt an oppressive chill]

[The source of the chill emanated from Atalanta, her cold gaze sharp as an arrow]

[Displeasure and contempt were mixed within it]

[The target of this gaze was naturally you]

"Ata, that..."

Moran tried to say something.

But Atalanta gave him no chance.

Or perhaps, she was so consumed by rage at the moment that she couldn't hear, finding everything an eyesore.

This was a situation she had never encountered before.

Why was I feeling so restless?

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Chapter 12: A Classic Scene, a Shuraba! [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

Seeing Medea so close to Moran, a fierce flame burned within my heart.

It was as if it was screaming that I didn't want to see this.

Even though I didn't want to see any sign of Moran in my vision, I still wanted to hear him call my name.

Bitterness, I felt bitterness in my heart.

"Lord Moran... Did I... did I mess things up...?"

Medea showed an uneasy expression.

Looking at the innocent and naive Medea like this.

"Don't overthink this.

I'll talk to Atalanta... She's not usually like this... The problem lies with me..."

Moran could only offer a pained, wry smile.

He had run into that typical dilemma.

"Ah, this is it. The classic scene that only men destined for romance encounter – a shuraba!

Hmph hmph, I get it~ I really get it~!"

Jason nodded, stroking his chin.