Struck by Lightning for Showing Off 1/3

As the moon rose high in the sky, the festive atmosphere gradually cooled down, and the heroes, having enjoyed themselves to the fullest, departed one after another.

Samael and Atalanta nodded to each other and followed the crowd out of the hall. Led by a servant, they went to their bedroom to rest.

On the way, the ancient snake slightly turned its head, glancing to one side from time to time.

What are you doing?

Atalanta sensed being watched from the side, stopped, and frowned as she asked.

"Uh, looking at the scenery..."

Samael's eyes darted around, and when he saw the sparse vegetation and empty corridor around him, he couldn't help but crane his neck to look up at the sky, and then changed his mind.

"Um, the night view is quite nice tonight."

"It seems so..."

Atalanta looked up upon hearing this, revealing her snow-white neck, and murmured to herself.

Her profile, flushed with the effects of alcohol, took on a more intoxicating quality under the hazy moonlight.

The scenery tonight is truly beautiful.

The ancient snake glanced down, taking in the breathtaking scenery, and a pleased smile curled at the corners of its lips.

Just as the two were admiring their favorite scenery, walking through the corridor and reaching the corner, a humming sound tore through the air.

Samael and Atalanta immediately constricted, and they instinctively took a step back.

"Bang!"

A long spear with a red shaft and a black blade came whistling through the air, piercing through the stone slab and embedding itself halfway into the ground. The flying clods of earth hit the pillars and branches with a dull thud.

"Who's there! Show yourself!"

As she retreated, Atalanta drew her Bow of the Firmament, drew it halfway, and with a cold snort, shot an arrow toward the source of the sound as a warning.

"When!"

From behind the bushes in the courtyard, a crisp metallic clang came. The figure holding an arm shield blocked the arrow, raised his eyebrows, lifted his chin, and walked over with an imperious look on his face.

"Ha, you're not very vigilant. For a woman, you're barely passable."

Immediately, the agile female warrior with silver hair, blue eyes, and rabbit-ear-like strange organs on her head turned her gaze to Samael, frowned, spat, and a hint of arrogance appeared on her face.

"But you, are you just hiding behind women? Come out and fight me, let me see if you're qualified to participate in this Calydonian Hunt."

Kid, if you can't even withstand a few of my attacks, you'd better get home now!

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

After a moment, the three exchanged glances and muttered to themselves with blank expressions.

Do you know him?

"I don't know him..."

"Didn't I come here to see you?"

"I'm not familiar with her either..."

"I'm so sleepy, can I go back to sleep first?"

"Together, together..."

After a brief conversation, Samael and Atalanta unanimously agreed to follow Circe back to the house to rest. They then leisurely accompanied her, passing by the strong woman.

"Hey! You guys, don't ignore me!"

Caenis's forehead veins bulged as she roared in anger.

Samael, who was being closely watched, rubbed his forehead and rolled his eyes.

Guo Xin truly deserves to be called the unlucky kid in history who messed up because of his careless talk and got buried alive by centaurs. You really think too highly of yourself.

Leaving aside my fighting prowess, even against Atalanta and Circe, who could you defeat in a one-on-one fight?

If it weren't for your javelin throw just now, which was aimed at an open area, you would probably be down on your feet in the first round of contact.

"Coward! Don't go!"

The three took a few steps forward when the hot-tempered, dark-skinned beauty behind them, unable to bear it any longer, strode forward, pulled out her spear, and slapped it horizontally at the ancient snake's shoulder.

The road has narrowed, you brat...

Samael narrowed his eyes, just about to teach this Boiling Sheep a lesson, when Atalanta glided forward, drew her bowstring taut, and fired three arrows in succession.

Clang! Clang!

Caenis twirled her spear, deflecting the first arrow. She paused, took three steps back, and radiating cracks appeared all around her feet.

Immediately, the female warrior realized that the crisis was not over. She raised her shield to take the second arrow. Her arm went numb and sore, she groaned, and her body swayed.

But before Caenis could regain her footing, that deadly sound of air being torn apart struck again, sending chills down her spine.

"Laugh!"

In the deep darkness, a cold arc of light flickered. Caenis, who had been pulled half a step to the side, slowly turned her head, the last arrow still in her mouth.

"Pah! That's it?"

The dark-skinned beauty opened her mouth and disdainfully spat out an arrow, casually wiping away the bloodstain on one side of her cheek, and looked down at the huntress opposite her.

"Atalanta, right? You can protect this pretty boy for a while, but can you protect him for a lifetime?"

Samael looked at the tiny cuts on Caenis's cheeks from the arrow wind and the blood seeping from her gums, and couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

Why did you have to act so cocky? You got beaten up, didn't you?

The ancient serpent glanced at Atalanta in secret, then looked at the furious Caenis opposite him with a wry smile.

What did I do to you that you're picking on me and attacking me like this? Isn't it better to just live?

At this moment, Atalanta gave Samael a comforting look, then stepped forward and warned him in a deep voice.

"Caenis from the Athenian Academy, right? Just mind your own business. Don't worry about things here. I brought him here, and I will definitely bring him back safely!"

Furthermore, if you don't move aside, I won't be polite!

The Athenian Academy?

Could this have something to do with that brat Athena? Your father's happiness... cough cough... journey... you're going to meddle with that too? Are you asking for a beating again?

Samael was taken aback when Atalanta revealed the origins of the other party, and he secretly grumbled to himself.

This time, the ancient serpent clearly wronged Athena. The Goddess of Wisdom would not entrust a serious task to a grumpy, impulsive, and easily angered young woman.

Caenis was used to making empty promises and wanted to test Samael, so she impulsively added this scene.

"Go ahead and fight, I'm not afraid of you! I'll beat you down first, then I'll deal with that pretty boy next to me!"

The impulsive and easily angered dark-skinned beauty immediately raised her shield and spear and charged forward. Atalanta bent her bow and nocked an arrow, responding sharply.

Instantly, arrows pierced the air, spear blades swept across, and the sound of metal clashing rang out incessantly.

"Hmm, not bad, quite capable...!"

"I accidentally took a hit, huh, not bad, but unfortunately my body is invincible!"

"Haha! You didn't get to eat! You didn't eat, did you?"

On the field, sand and stones flew, stone slabs cracked, and two figures tangled together.

Circe, who was watching from the sidelines, picked at his long ears, peeked out from behind, and looked at both sides with his colorful eyes slightly rolled.

Judging from the sound alone, she really thought Caenis had the upper hand and was about to win.

Samael, who was being protected behind him, helplessly raised his hand and lightly rubbed his nose, silently complaining to himself.

If only I hadn't tried to gain an advantage... ugh! I meant it was for the sake of the later plans, to take that arrow and pretend to be seriously injured.

As it turns out, Atalanta really treated him like a slacker, someone who just coasted along like a bard.

Seeing how much fun you guys are having, I'll show off for a bit too. Can you give me a chance, boss?

Just as Samael was muttering to himself, he caught a glimpse of the agate-like luster in Circe's hand and the squirrel-like puffing of his cheeks out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Where did you get these grapes?

I picked it up casually at the banquet.

Give me a skewer!

"That's it, this is the last one!"

Circe spoke, she clutched her bodice tightly with both hands and took small steps back. Before Samael could speak again, the possessive Witch turned and ran.

She had only taken a few steps when she nearly bumped into two figures rushing towards her.

"Gentlemen, please stop! The hunt doesn't start until tomorrow!"

Prince of Calydon approached with a frown, deep in thought.

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