Samael, a Treasure to Women 1/2

Under Medea's expectant yet apprehensive gaze, Samael finally succumbed and reluctantly accepted the lucky charm brimming with girlish charm.

Princess Colchis's face, which had been filled with disappointment and was on the verge of collapse, finally brightened with a smile.

"Is this alright, young lady? If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

After all, Medea, who was still in the appearance of Witch, was just a naive 14-year-old girl who was sensitive, curious, and prone to extremes. Samael showed great patience and kindness.

"Medea! My name is Medea!"

"Alright, I've got it. Theseus, that's my name."

The ancient serpent's gaze fell upon the faint chessboard-like pattern in the Princess's eyes, and it chuckled and shook its head, simply revealing its current name.

Mentioning someone's name and leaving a good impression is better than making an enemy.

However, he had no intention of abducting a young girl anyway, and the chances of both sides being close were relatively limited. It would be much better for the Princess to stay obediently in Colchis than to be on the Argonauts' pirate ship.

"Yes, Lord Theseus, thank you for saving me! I will return to the temple and pray to the goddess Hecate on your behalf!"

The little Witch Shang smiled sweetly, then got up and ran off, determined to send the "good guy" in front of her out of the fortune-telling shop.

Samael couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he had no choice but to let it be.

But as soon as the curtain was lifted, a commotion arose from the street in the distance.

Several temple priests dressed in white robes embroidered with golden moon symbols on the front and back patrolled menacingly, seemingly searching for something.

Soon, the group headed towards the fortune-telling house.

Samael's hand tightened, and he was quickly pulled back into the tent.

"Oh no! It must be the explosion that caused the divine power to leak out and attract them. If we get caught, we'll definitely get scolded and punished! What should we do? What should we do?"

Medea paced anxiously back and forth inside the tent, muttering to herself as she grew more uneasy and fearful, her face turning even paler.

Clearly, the people outside are from the Temple of Hecate. This Princess is usually quite disciplined, and the so-called punishments probably don't leave her with any good memories.

Once Medea's emotions had calmed down a bit, she suddenly realized that in her panic she had actually dragged that kind guest in. She felt even more embarrassed, and then she gently bit her cherry lips, her small face showing a tragic and heroic expression.

"Lord Theseus, you go ahead, I'll go hold them off right now!"

"Shh, find a place to hide. I'll handle things here."

Seeing how considerate the little girl was, Samael, considering the unexpected explosion of the crystal ball, stood up, raised his index finger, and lightly placed it in front of his lips, giving her a calm look.

The fact that the temple priests didn't come directly to her door proves that Medea's identity was completely exposed, and helping her cover it up was just a small favor.

Medea's eyes flickered for a moment, as if she had thought of something. Then she suddenly brightened up, nodded emphatically, and immediately turned around obediently, crawling under the divination table and hiding her small body.

Looking at the little Witch under the table, her head tucked into the corner like an ostrich, her butt sticking out on the outside, Samael couldn't help but chuckle. He looked around, snapped his fingers, and an obscure aura spread out invisibly.

As he sat down, the curtain was lifted by a young priestess, and the leading priestess, with her narrow eyes, thin lips, and sinister and mean expression, stepped in with an air of importance.

After scrutinizing the tent's interior, the wrinkled priestess, whose face was so deep it seemed she could trap a fly, looked utterly disgusted, her forehead lines resembling withered tree bark.

"Outsider? Is this the one who's doing divination here?"

"Yeah, when you're out in the world, you just have to make a living."

Samael chuckled and nodded, his Serpent Eyes opening and closing, radiating a hazy, shimmering light.

Although his appearance has changed but his voice remains the same, in the eyes of the person opposite him, he is still the fortune teller who sets up a stall.

Demons are not only adept at scheming, but also at deception.

Given my current strength, the only way to see through his disguise would probably be for the Witch Goddess Hecate to personally intervene.

As their eyes met, the old priestess's gaze became slightly unfocused, her tone softened, and she relaxed her brow and hummed softly.

"Outsider, destiny is determined by divine decree. Mortals who presume to know will be punished. Colchis is a land blessed by Ares, God of War of war, and Hecate, Goddess of the Dark Moon. This is not a place for your faith! Do you understand?"

Samael was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this.

So after all this time, you're not looking for Medea, but rather afraid that other temple followers will come and take over your territory?

It seems that Princess Colchis is doing a good job of protecting herself; she hasn't been discovered yet and has already sneaked out to secretly travel.

However, if that's the case, then things become much easier.

The ancient snake nodded immediately, appearing humble and eager to learn.

"Thank you for your guidance. I have no intention of offending the noble deity. I will pack up my stall and leave shortly."

Seeing that the stranger opposite her was so cooperative, the old priestess nodded in satisfaction. In her pleasant mood, a smile even appeared on her lips. The image of this fortune teller became more pleasing to her eyes, and her tone became more relaxed.

"Never mind, it's good that you have a sincere heart to worship the gods."

The young witches attending her nearby were all surprised and muttered to themselves, "When did this witch become so easy to talk to?"

As she casually glanced around, the old priestess's gaze fell upon the bottles and jars on the shelf, and her expression changed slightly.

"You also know witchcraft and occult rituals?"

"Yes, I know a little bit."

"Who should I learn from?"

"Uh, she was a Witch from Ayu Island. When she went out to sea, she encountered a shipwreck. She saved me and taught me some skills to make a living."

Samael lies without batting an eye.

"Hmm, then that's it. On the overseas islands, aren't there all Witch blessed by our goddess Hecate? It seems you are also a follower of the Goddess of the Dark Moon."

The priestess nodded slightly, immediately becoming interested. She stepped forward, sat down, and began chatting with this "family member."

I should have known better than to set my charm level so high. I messed up the setup and accidentally boosted the other person's favorability.

Samael unintentionally became a friend of middle-aged and elderly women, and he was secretly both amused and exasperated.

Although he had no intention of chatting with this old woman whose wrinkles could trap flies, Medea was squatting at his feet, and he couldn't just leave.

Left with no other choice, Samael could only respond half-heartedly.

They talked for a full half hour before the old priestess reluctantly stood up, prompted by a light cough from the young priest behind her.

Even on their parting, the elderly priest couldn't help but extend Olive Branch.

"Out-of-towners who need a job can report to the Temple of Hecate. Considering our shared lineage, I will handle it accordingly."

Samael nodded perfunctorily and finally saw the group of temple priests out of the divination house.

Only after sensing that the other side had moved away did the ancient snake stretch its limbs and tap the table as a reminder.

"Alright, they're gone, you can come out now."

However, after calling out several times, there was no response from under the table.

Samael was surprised, then lifted the curtain and was shocked to see Princess Colchis sleeping soundly against the side panel, a drop of drool sliding down her lips and wetting a small patch of her chest.

You're a traitorous Witch! How could you trust a complete stranger you just met? And you even fell asleep like that? Just how big is your heart, little girl?

The ancient snake, seeing this, was both amused and exasperated.