Kids Are Forbidden from Dating Early! 2/2

Half an hour later, Medea slowly woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, stretching and getting up. After a moment of confusion, she looked at her surroundings and realized that she had just done something stupid.

Seeing that the kind guest was still waiting in the tent, the unborn Witch was immediately embarrassed. She unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes with her hands and stammered a series of apologies and thanks.

Samael, standing in front of the shelf, turned around, unconcerned. Instead, he pointed to several lifelike models in the corner and asked them with great interest.

"Did you make all of this?"

Among them are bronze-cast warriors, miniature Dragon Tooth Soldiers, embroidered witchcraft dolls, and some flour figurines and stone sculptures in their initial stages, but they all seem unsatisfactory and are all half-finished products.

"Hmm, just a little hobby to pass the time..."

When asked about these things, Medea perked up and immediately forgot her embarrassment, enthusiastically introducing her proud creation.

But in the end, the little Witch rested her chin on her hand in frustration, looking somewhat disheartened.

"But no matter what materials you choose or how you do it, you can't achieve the desired effect."

"You can try piecing together small parts to create a complete movable skeleton, and then covering it with a layer of polymer clay and resin. This way, it will have both form and spirit."

As he played with the little model Samael, memories of his past life, tinged with nostalgia, surfaced in his mind, and a few words of advice slipped out.

In the future, these things will be called figurines, and each one will be extremely expensive. Every time he wants to buy one, he has to save up for a long time, and he doesn't dare to buy any high-end items that cost tens of thousands of dollars.

"Really?"

Medea's eyes lit up as she excitedly grabbed Samael's arm and asked for more details.

It's rare to find a figure enthusiast like this, someone he can reminisce about the past. So, the ancient snake patiently answered his questions and, based on his memory, mischievously left behind a set of figure designs for a certain golden-haired girl with Seven Classes.

If King Arthur were to see a life-sized figurine of himself unearthed from the Temple of Hecate in the future, what would he think?

I'm strangely looking forward to that scene.

Medea seemed to have found a path she had never explored before, and she was inexplicably fond of the exquisite, doll-like face on the design drawing.

The unborn Witch was enthusiastically conceiving how to create such a wonderful work of art, and planned to make several sets of detachable dresses and other styles of clothing, so that she could change into a different outfit every day.

"Okay, I'm leaving now."

Having satisfied a certain perverse urge, Samael got up to say goodbye.

Medea, still wanting more, her eyes filled with a hint of reluctance, wished to stay longer and hear more strange and wonderful stories, and learn more about model making. However, the ancient serpent pointed to the setting sun outside and politely declined.

"Tomorrow, I'll be here again to do divination. Will you come?"

Seeing that figure about to leave the room, Medea was inexplicably overcome with impulse and blurted out a sentence.

Samael paused briefly, shook his head, and turned back to remind him.

"The King of Colchis might be in turmoil lately. You should stay at the temple and make sure you stay put. You've been going out quite a bit; don't worry your family..."

By the time Medea came to her senses, the kind guest had already disappeared into the bustling city.

Medea's eyes dimmed, and she looked lost and dejected. Seeing that it was getting late, she had no choice but to pack up the divination house and sneak back to the Temple of Hecate when no one was looking.

As the sun set, the Witch, who had not yet fulfilled her promise to skip work, used her invisibility Magecraft to slip safely into the house.

With a flick of the girl's fingers, the "Medea" on the bed turned into a wisp of green smoke, then transformed back into a doll and landed on the bedside table.

Lying in bed at night, Medea, despite her unusually smooth escape from prison that day, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. A strange sense of unease settled in her chest, her brows furrowed slightly, a vague unhappiness lingering in her heart.

Still wide awake at midnight, the little Witch suddenly opened her eyes, quickly got out of bed, and sneaked out of the bedroom.

A moment later, Medea skillfully picked up the red candle, ran barefoot to the silent temple of Hecate, closed the door after confirming that no one was there, blinked her bright eyes, and obediently knelt before the statue of the goddess to pray.

"My Goddess, you are so kind, you will surely grant my small request, right?"

Please protect Lord Theseus. He might have done something dangerous, and he even protected me, but I was too clumsy to be of any help...

Also, if possible, I'd like to come earlier tomorrow so I can chat with him again.

These are just some small requests. Please rest assured, I will continue to serve you and pray for you every day!

In the flickering candlelight, Medea furtively peeked out her fair wrist from her sleeve, untied a strand of black hair that was wrapped around her, placed it above the candle flame, and carefully burned it in prayer.

The curtains of the main hall moved without wind, and a wisp of black smoke drifted upwards.

I succeeded! The goddess Hecate received my prayer!

The unborn Witch carefully opened her eyelids a crack, sensing a profound enlightenment. A joyful smile bloomed on her face, and she immediately got up excitedly and went back to her room to sleep contentedly.

However, Medea did not notice that the statue of Hecate in the main hall remained deathly silent, while the statue of Ares in the side hall flickered slightly.

Meanwhile, in the darkness, a wisp of pink mist, appearing from nowhere, adhered to the girl's body in strands, gradually seeping into her shell.

The next morning, Samael woke up and, as usual, went out to stretch his muscles and wash up, while also planning his exploration route for the day.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the cabin and into the living room, dozens of heroes gathered in a corner and turned their heads one after another. All their strange gazes were fixed on him, and there was even a strange sense of anxiety in the air.

Samael, who was holding a plate and munching on bread, was startled. He felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of so many muscular men showing him such concern, and muttered irritably.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Breakfast is served. If you want some, go get it yourself."

"No one cares what you eat, but shouldn't we explain the child's background?"

At this moment, the crowd dispersed slightly, Atalanta frowned and snorted coldly, holding the hand of a little girl with purple hair and purple eyes, who looked slightly shy.

This uninvited guest was none other than Medea, the Witch had betrayed them yesterday!

"Lord Theseus, thank you for the divine guidance, you are truly amazing!"

The moment Medea saw Samael, her eyes blazed with intense light. She immediately broke free from Atalanta's arm and ran to a kind stranger.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to stay in the Temple of Hecate and not wander around?"

Samael looked bewildered and had a terrible headache.

Little Medea raised her rosy cheeks, her purple eyes staring straight at him, her ten fingers tangled and intertwined with the hem of her clothes, her words stammering and incoherent.

"I... I can't sleep, and... and I've been thinking about you all night..."

I have already prayed for you, my goddess... but it's not enough. I want... I want to be by your side...

Even though I might not be reliable... sob... I still want to help..."

This passionate and direct confession was like a bomb dropped into the living room.

Even Samael was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

It's just helping out and having a few words, right? Little sister, when did we become so close?

Among the crowd, Jason winked and secretly gave a thumbs-up.

You've already hooked up with someone else so quickly? Impressive, buddy!

At the same time, Atalanta's face darkened, her gaze became sinister and cold, and a low pressure formed around her, causing the heroes to fall silent in fear.

Suddenly, Samael's gaze fell upon a wisp of pink mist appearing in little Medea's purple eyes, and he immediately understood. He gently raised his hand to stroke the little head of this unborn Witch, smiling and using a coaxing tone to soothe a child, skillfully defusing the thorny sense of crisis.

"Yoyoyo, I know you mean well, but you're still young. You can only run away from home and go on adventures when you're older."

At this moment, the ancient serpent narrowed its eyes, pulled with its right hand, and forcibly pulled out a wisp of pink mist, severing its connection with Medea.

The little Witch suddenly felt a surge of clarity, but seeing her unfamiliar surroundings, she couldn't help feeling a little lost.

At the same time, Samael's lips curled up, and he muttered to himself.

Children, early romantic relationships are forbidden!