The Joy of Watching the Drama Unfold 2/3

"The victor is Hippomenes!"

King Iasos solemnly announced the results, and his response to the doubts was also very simple.

This Divine Kin should have been first, but was ambushed by someone using despicable means. Therefore, the person who violated the Rules will be eliminated, and the result obtained by him through improper means will be awarded to Hippomenes.

The crowd erupted in uproar and whispers, but then the Chinese man wielding the trident slammed his weapon to the ground, unleashing a wave of azure divine power that swept across the entire arena as he spoke arrogantly.

"All the defeated should have been executed by Princess Atalanta, but now you are slaves of Hippomenes. But rejoice, for this forgiving Divine Kin has pardoned you."

This sudden temptation caused the surviving contestants to blink, and the noisy objections subsided.

They don't care who becomes number one, but what matters is that the elected person keeps them alive.

At this moment, when most people fell silent, Atalanta, who had been stabbed in the back by her lover, was furious and wanted to go on stage to fight back and expose their shamelessness.

However, Samael reached out and grabbed Atalanta's wrist, his gaze lingering playfully over Hippomenes, who was bruised and battered in the stands, and landed behind him.

"No rush, let's see. It seems someone will preside over the ceremony for us..."

Is someone presiding over the public ceremony?

Atalanta was taken aback. Following Samael's gaze, she saw a white-haired man with blue hair, holding a serpent staff, wearing black surgical-style clothing, a hood, and crisscrossing bangs.

Samael lowered his gaze, rubbing his fingertips together, looking like he was watching a show.

At the same time, the calm white-haired man raised his right hand from his wide sleeve, and a sudden voice came from under his half-masked face.

"Wait a minute, the results I got from the patient Taiyi as what you're saying."

He confessed that he had first used the mind-controlling device and then deliberately attacked Theseus, the contestant in front of him.

When the secret hidden in his heart was revealed, Hippomenes's smug smile froze instantly, his still swollen cheeks twitched violently, and he denied it in panic.

"That's not true! You're slandering me!"

The white-haired man with crisscrossed bangs took out a small, crystal-clear bottle from his pocket and gently shook it in front of everyone, his tone indifferent yet resolute.

"It's true. To find out the extent of your injury, I added belladonna to your pain medication."

My research has found that a certain component in belladonna can induce a special state of sedation in patients, during which they will answer questions accurately while unconscious.

Before Hippomenes could continue his sophistry, the white-haired, blue-clad man skillfully pulled out a magic crystal containing recorded images from his long sleeves and played it for the entire audience to see.

Hippomenes' face turned a deep purplish-red, and King Iasos and the demigod of the Sea God Temple also looked grim under their questioning gazes.

The special component in belladonna is... scopolamine? The legendary truth serum?

Samael looked surprised and couldn't help but admire the white-haired, blue-haired figure standing behind Hippomenes.

As expected of a medical genius, he can even come up with something like this!

That's right, this blue-haired man with a crisscrossing fringe is none other than Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine, also known as "Ophiuchus".

At the same time, he was also Chiron's most outstanding student at the Athenian Academy, and after graduation he went directly to Mount of Ares.

The appearance of this kid means that someone from Athena's side has arrived.

I knew it! Hippomenes' injuries meant he wouldn't be able to get up and cause trouble so easily without special methods.

If you simply lie still, you might survive. But if you get up and are pushed to a higher place, you're more likely to fall even harder.

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit. That wicked girl Athena is as cunning as ever.

The ancient snake lightly flicked its fingernails, raised its eyes and smiled as it watched the performance reach its climax in the stands. It was so calm and composed, like a fisherman sitting on a fishing platform, enjoying the surging waves of the judges.

At this moment, amidst the chorus of scorn, Hippomenes retreated, pale-faced, and looked pleadingly at the demigod of the Sea God Temple.

"Bang!"

The trident, decorated with water ripples and fish scales, struck the ground with a thud, and the demigod in the middle gritted his teeth and snorted coldly with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Arcadia will surely prosper and become even more powerful after Princess Atalanta's marriage, creating new glories. This is His Majesty Poseidon's divine decree!"

The expressions of the people on the field changed slightly, and their fear caused the shouts to momentarily drown out the crowd.

A guarantee from a supreme god, whether true or false, was not something they could offend or question. Those competitors with self-respect and integrity showed expressions of helplessness, looking with pity at the figure of Bi Na standing side by side with Princess Atalanta.

It seems that this man is most likely the one Princess Atalanta is waiting for, and they are just there to make up the numbers.

However, emotions may not be as sharp as the spear of divine authority.

Just as everyone remained silent and showed sympathy, the God of Healing on the stands slowly retrieved the magic crystal and responded calmly.

"It seems that the noble sea god still failed to learn his lesson from the judgment at the last Mount of Ares."

"In that case, I also have a divine oracle: Athena, the War Goddess, blesses the union of Theseus and Princess Atalanta!"

As the God of Healing took out the parchment and unfolded it, the golden characters transformed into light patterns that shot straight into the sky, and white clouds scattered in all directions. Two pure white owls, each carrying an Olive Branch, landed on the shoulders of Samael and Atalanta respectively.

That lush greenery transformed into streams of light that entered the bodies of the two people.

The demigod of the Sea God Temple's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to say a few polite words, the God of Healing, who was extremely composed, once again took out a parchment scroll from his sleeve and unfolded it.

"The Oracle of Themis, Goddess of Justice: Hippomenes has interfered with the competition by despicable means and has been found guilty of framing others. All the city-states that believe in Her Highness Themis will refuse him entry."

The demigod seemed to recall a certain Son of the Sea God had died in vain, and his breath caught in his throat.

But then, the god of medicine slowly pulled a parchment scroll from his sleeve, opened it, and crimson light patterns shone down from the clouds, transforming into venomous snakes that bit Hippomenes' ankle.

Amidst the agonizing screams of the Divine Kin, a blood-red, inverted triangular mark appeared on his forehead.

Then the venomous snake made of blood energy swam into the crowd, clung to Samael's palm, and transformed into a slightly shimmering red gem.

The expressions of the crowd below the stage changed drastically. The Mark of Vengeance!

Those afflicted with this curse not only suffer the torment of snake venom daily, but their every move is also constantly monitored by their enemies.

"The Oracle of Medusa the Goddess of Vengeance: This is righteous revenge. The Goddess of Vengeance will provide the means for it. The victim, Theseus, may at any time launch an attack on the perpetrator Hippomenes, and take away his honor, his possessions, and his life!"

The God of Healing spoke in a slow, deliberate tone, revealing something that chilled the contestants to the bone.

"Don't go too far! This is a matter for the Sea God Temple. Hippomenes may have made mistakes, but your Mount of Ares has no right to interfere!"

At this moment, the demigod on the platform approached the healer and issued a warning that was both gentle and firm.

"Does 'excessive' mean that the Three Oracles aren't enough?"

The God of Healing glanced at the demigod, then casually continued rummaging in the demigod's sleeve.

"Alright then, I still have some..."