Come On, Share a Room! 2/3

Before the Lord of the East himself came to persuade them, Atalanta and Caenis exchanged a glance, then stomped away.

"Gentlemen, is there anything that has been neglected in our hospitality? Please let me know!"

"Just spare Calydon's meager fortune; I'm counting on this reward to rid the hero of that demonic boar."

Prince of Calydon took the blame first, offering a wry smile and a gentle piece of advice. Jason, who was traveling with him, also chimed in with his advice.

Ask her...

Atalanta casually pointed at Caenis, revealing the dark-skinned person who had started the trouble.

"Why are you looking at me? I just couldn't sleep this early, so I came out for a stroll and gave some unsuspecting guys a heads-up."

As the gaze focused on her, Caenis, who still had some self-respect, couldn't help but frown and snort coldly.

Samael rolled his eyes with a forced smile and asked in return.

"So, we should thank you?"

"Of course... it was just something I did on the spur of the moment..."

Caenis glanced at the white owl on Samael's shoulder, and her arrogant demeanor subsided slightly.

Immediately, seeing the "you're kidding us" look on everyone's faces, she disappeared into the bushes.

A moment later, amidst the howling wind, two figures bound together were thrown out from behind the bushes and landed in front of Prince of Calydon.

Looking at the two old faces, bruised and swollen but still somewhat recognizable, Prince of Calydon's breath hitched, and his blood pressure immediately rose.

"Your Caenis Katniss, you mean..."

"Oh, when I came out, I heard the two of them say that they were going to hide on the only road they could pass by and teach these guys a lesson."

The dark-skinned beauty pointed at Atalanta and the other two, responding with a soft hum.

So you beat them up, took their places, and tested our vigilance?

You're so kind, yet you actually did something terrible. But when we say we should thank you, you turn around and criticize us victims.

Seriously, how did you come up with this thought process? It's so erratic!

Samael was both amused and exasperated, and for a moment he was speechless.

"I apologize, everyone. This was Calydon's mistake. Please allow me to deal with it first, and I will apologize to you all afterward."

Caenis was the first to be unable to stand the strange atmosphere. She stretched, turned around, and ran away.

At this moment, Prince of Calydon, who was sitting on pins and needles, first showed a forced smile, then ordered his men to drag his two unconscious uncles away, leaving a servant to lead the way, and then left as well.

In the instant the figure turned its head, Samael vaguely heard a grinding sound of teeth.

"Meleager is really in a bad situation."

At this moment, Jason, who remained where he was, looked at the departing figure with deep emotion and muttered to himself.

Samael "appropriately" displayed his curiosity, Jason, who was behind him, immediately revealed the true purpose of the Prince of Calydon's visit.

In fact, Meleager left early specifically to apologize to Atalanta and the other two.

Upon hearing the commotion of the battle, Prince of Calydon, who was already on edge, rushed over with Jason, fearing that his two uncles might do something foolish.

When the match began, Meleager watched Caenis and Atalanta engage in a friendly sparring match, which was essentially a pointless exchange. Although most of the corridor had been demolished, he could still manage a smile.

But after Caenis dragged her two uncles out from behind the grove, the unfortunate Prince of Calydon nearly suffered a stroke.

No matter how much you try to prevent it, you still can't stop your incompetent teammates from causing trouble.

I reckon Meleager n't be able to sleep tonight.

"Every city-state has its arrogant fools. We have nothing to lose, so it's not his fault."

Atalanta, hearing Jason's lament, felt a pang of pity for the unfortunate Prince of Calydon and casually responded.

Upon hearing this, the golden-haired youth smiled broadly and repeatedly praised the Huntress's understanding and reasonableness. Then, seeing that Atalanta was getting a little impatient, he turned and left, saying that he would inform Prince of Calydon of this strange news.

Samael rose to see him off, and as they turned the corner, the ancient snake murmured with amusement.

"Was it you who reminded Meleager to come and apologize, and to be wary of his two uncles causing trouble?"

Jason was slightly taken aback, then turned his head and smiled broadly, his face full of admiration.

"You saw right through me! Impressive Theseus! To have so many beautiful women vying for your attention, you truly are extraordinary!"

Immediately, the blond-haired youth tapped his head and made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction.

"I don't have any great strengths, but I have a strange premonition of danger. After Meleager kicked his two uncles out at the banquet, I felt my eyelids twitching, as if something bad was going to happen."

"Well, I was just thinking of finding someone to drink with, so I casually dragged Meleager over to check it out."

Samael nodded thoughtfully, finally understanding the whole story.

Immediately afterwards, Jason made no mention of drinking, but instead smiled and urged Samael to go back to bed early.

A quarter of an hour later, the ancient snake standing in front of the door finally understood the meaning Jason's ambiguous smile.

Because this hunt attracted heroes from all over Greece, the number of participants was so large that the Calydon Palace had a limited number of vacant rooms, so rooms were basically shared by two people.

Circe, that silly bird, was given to Caenis, and now this room is for him and Atalanta to use.

Fine, we can use it if we don't want to, but the problem is, why is there only one bed? And it's a double bed at that?

Samael stared at the only bedding spread out in the room, his lips twitching slightly.

After a moment of silence, the ancient serpent spoke softly.

"Boss, I suddenly remembered that Jason and the others invited me for drinks."

"That smooth-talking guy? Don't get involved with them."

Atalanta, who was tidying the bedding, frowned in response.

"Then, should I speak to His Highness again and ask them to add another bed?"

"Forget it, it's too late, and Meleager is probably swamped with work right now. Let's not bother him with such a trivial matter."

"Okay, I'll go to bed first, you go to sleep."

"Don't run around, he has more than two uncles."

During their conversation, Samael sensed a subtle concern in her voice. Gazing at the graceful figure bending down to tidy the bedding, a strange warmth welled up in his heart.

What are you waiting for? Go for it!

"Then we..."

"I'll sleep on the floor, you'll sleep on the bed. Even Heracles has come. It seems this demonic boar is indeed difficult to deal with."

Didn't you say you wanted to compete with me? So get some rest, recharge your batteries, and give it your all today!

Atalanta threw the discarded bedding on the ground, patted Samael on the shoulder, and gave him a pep talk.

The smile on the ancient serpent's face froze, and it nodded stiffly, wisely burrowing into the covers. As his gaze returned, Atalanta was already asleep, fully clothed.

In just a few minutes, the huntress was breathing evenly and had fallen into a light sleep.

Big sister, you really are...

Samael turned away dejectedly, lay down on the bed with his arm as a pillow, and sighed to himself.

I crave petting cats, in every sense of the word.

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