Adults' Joys Are Beyond Children's Understanding
"Laugh!"
In the courtyard, the bowstring vibrated, and a silver streak of light streaked across the sky. With a cracking sound, the new arrowhead sliced the arrow that was embedded in the bullseye straight through.
Hmm, this time the feel is pretty good.
The archer, standing tall and straight like a pine tree, nodded in satisfaction, casually drew another arrow from his quiver, nocked it on the bowstring, and prepared to continue training.
You're way too strong. Even if you just stand still and let Ata shoot at full power, you'd probably be jumping around while the boss is already exhausted. Is it really necessary for you to learn this?
Circe, squatting on the steps by the door, watched Samael intently aiming, and rested her chin on her hand in frustration, unable to suppress her inner complaints.
She really couldn't understand why Samael would waste his time on such a boring thing.
Moreover, even though this guy has mastered most of those skills, his performance in front of the boss is always unsatisfactory, while he secretly seems to enjoy it.
Is learning really that interesting?
Noticing the strange gaze fixed on him from behind, Samael turned around, revealing his ugly face, and sneered with a furrowed brow.
"What are you looking at! You know all the words? You've finished all your homework? Where's your workbook? Let me check it!"
"I... I'll go write it right away."
Circe, her face contorted with horrific memories, fled back into the inner room, clutching her head, as the ancient snake began to murmur.
Then, this future infamous Feast Witch, like a chick being held by the neck, sat obediently on the steps, lying on a small stool, practicing the lesson she would be inspecting that night with a bitter and resentful expression.
As Circe wrote, he stole glances at Samael, who was standing in front of the target, and kept cursing in his heart.
You want to teach the eldest sister how to read, why are you asking me to make up the numbers? People hate using the most.
Don't worry, this is for your own good...
At that moment, Samael seemed to hear Circe's unseen thoughts, turned his head and smiled, revealing his sharp teeth.
Such a kind expression startled the pink-haired chicken, causing its hand to tremble and the half-written Greek character to turn completely black.
The ancient snake, rather unkindly, revealed a smile, its mood inexplicably pleasant.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, Samael loosened his grip, and an arrow, inserted from behind, precisely pierced the arrow in front, from the buttock to the tip.
On the night the sacrifice ended, he begged to learn archery from Atalanta.
Of course, only when skills are exchanged and everyone benefits can it be considered fair.
Ancient Serpent learned that this big sister, having lived in the mountains for a long time, was lacking in conventional Greek magic, apart from her divinely bestowed markings. Therefore, he volunteered to tutor her in magic every night.
The rookie Circe in front of me was someone who was brought in to make up the numbers back then.
After all, this was the first time this girl had set foot on the mainland. She was practically an expert on mythology, and to call her half-blind when it came to Greek mythology in human society would be an understatement.
Anyway, Circe is expected to stay in human society for quite some time, so it's good for her to start literacy education now.
As the ancient snake raised its lips in deep thought, a figure as swift and agile as a cheetah leaped over the wall and landed lightly on the shooting range.
Samael glanced at the half-open main gate, rolled his eyes slightly, then took out his bow and arrow and stepped forward to humbly ask the Huntress for advice.
"Big Sister, I've mastered the accuracy of the arrows, but I still haven't grasped the essence of the straight line. Can you let me experience it a few more times?"
Atalanta immediately nodded, stepped up and came behind Samael, stretched out her hands in front of her, passed them under her armpits, and placed them on his arms.
"Tighten your waist! Inhale!"
Be single-minded, be nimble-handed, and keep your eyes on the target!
Pay attention to the timing and intensity of the divine power infusion the instant the ether enters the fingertips from the arm!
At this moment, in order to better control and perceive the rhythm of the student's muscles and breath, the female hunter leaned forward, her curves pressed against Samael's back, and focused intently on providing explanations.
Then, Atalanta grasped the serpent's hand, drew three arrows from the quiver, nocked them on the string, and with a sharp look ahead, drew back the longbow with a creaking sound.
The moment she had gathered her strength, the Huntress suddenly released her grip, and the three arrows, carrying a sharp, unified sound, flew in a straight line, piercing the target one after another.
Finally, the target, covered with three-tenths cowhide and engraved with symbols, crumbled and disintegrated under the continuous onslaught.
"Practice hard, you have a lot of talent."
After completing the teaching task, Atalanta patted Samael on the shoulder with praise and encouragement, and reminded him not to forget to prepare for tonight's initiation class.
As the ancient snake tidied up the shooting range, he gazed wistfully at the Huntress stretching lazily, revealing her graceful curves, and a pleased smile curved his lips.
Children will never understand the joys of adults.
Yes, he was talking about studying.
After closing his eyes and reflecting for a moment, Samael shook his head with regret.
Unfortunately, she has small breasts.
Also, the clothes are too thick, bad review!
As night fell, Atalanta, clutching the parchment, jumped through the window and into Samael's room right on time.
The ancient snake, used to this, was speechless and simply attributed it to the hunter's bad habit.
Under the flickering lamplight, Atalanta sat upright like a schoolchild, listening attentively, her hands, which had been drawing a strong bow, now clumsily writing Greek letters.
If given a choice, who would willingly choose to wander in the wilderness and be abandoned by the entire human society?
In the dim light, Samael looked at Atalanta with a hint of pity and sigh.
In the days that followed, the three of them waited for the heroes of Calydon City to gather, while practicing archery in the courtyard during the day and studying at night.
In their spare time, they would go out for outdoor training or stroll around the city, sample local delicacies, and experience the local customs and culture.
More than half a month has passed in the blink of Circe has gained a few pounds.
As for Atalanta, her current life is comfortable and wonderful. She can't help but relax occasionally. She skips a day of hunting, lazily lies on a wicker chair, and comfortably basks in the sun.
After all, here there are houses to shelter from the wind and rain, warm and comfortable beds, delicious meals, and companions to talk and chat with. The conditions here are far superior to those in the mountains and fields.
Soon, the leisurely time came to an end.
A few Queen of Heaven, Atalanta, who was routinely gathering information, brought news that the gathering of heroes in Calydon City had been completed.
The three discussed and decided to set off the next day to meet the hunting party in Calydon City.
However, on the night before his departure, Samael received a message from Themis, and once again sacrificed himself to his patron goddess Athena.
Then, Atalanta and Circe, who were watching together, were astonished to see a vast and magnificent Golden Pillar of Light rising from the altar.
In an instant, magnificent cyan-gold armor, a shield adorned with Gorgon patterns, a black spear, a longbow, and two quivers of feathered arrows rose from the altar.
If I'm not mistaken...
The Gold Cloths that Athena commissioned Hephaestus, the god of fire, to create were said to be limited to only twelve sets, right?
The Medusa's Shield, blessed by the Goddess of Vengeance, possesses certain damage immunity and petrification effects.
The longbow is made of mithril, a material well-suited for infusing ether, and the arrows are inscribed with spells.
Is there anything wrong with this sacrifice?
Atalanta stared at the Gilgamesh array of divinely bestowed weapons on the stage, utterly bewildered.
Immediately afterwards, the pillar of light shone again, and a magnificent figure gradually solidified, snorting as it trotted out of the altar and approached Samael, nuzzling him intimately.
Pegasus, the steed of Goddess of Wisdom Athena!
Atalanta was dumbfounded and dizzy.
But that wasn't all; the Sorcery Array on the altar lit up for the third time.
The illusory image of a goddess with skin as smooth and luminous as fangs converged amidst scattered golden light.
The Goddess of Wisdom Athena, appeared in person, raised her scepter of victory, and gently touched Samael's head, bestowing a blessing with a melodious voice.
"My beloved, you will bring me victory in this hunt!"
In an instant, a snow owl, carrying Olive Branch, flew out of the pillar of light and landed on Samael's shoulder.
As the little creature slightly opened its mouth, the Olive Branch transformed into a vibrant green, disappearing into the body of the Divine Favored, and a rich, pure aura spread out.
Powerful protection!
The three waves of divine favor, each more powerful than the last, came crashing down one after another, leaving even Circe, who had little concept of such things, unable to remain calm.
Two figures, one large and one small, one gripping the Nether Moon Staff and the other stroking the Sky Bow, gazed at each other in silence, their eyes bloodshot.
The disparity in treatment between believers is far too extreme, isn't it?
It's just a wild boar, you can't do this!
Long after the strange commotion subsided, Atalanta stiffly raised her head and looked at the Divine Favored stood frozen and forced a smile beside the altar, her voice hoarse.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Athena's illegitimate child, would you?"