A Delightful Catfight, Part 2

The streets of the King of Colchis.

Donning a trench coat hood and resembling an Arab woman, little Medea carefully followed behind Samael and Atalanta.

However, whenever she saw the patrolling soldiers and the priest-like figure, the runaway Witch would pause and shrink closer to Samael.

Gradually, little Medea drew closer and closer, her delicate hand unconsciously gripping Samael's clothes, following closely behind like a toddler learning to walk.

When they approached a secluded corner near the Temple of Hecate, the ancient serpent stopped and turned back with a disgruntled snort.

"Alright, let go now. Are you scared now?"

"I don't feel afraid at all when I'm with Lord Theseus!"

Little Medea obediently let go, raised her pretty face, and smiled broadly.

Atalanta sighed and then, with a slightly serious expression, pulled the little girl aside, patted her shoulder, and gave her earnest advice.

"The outside world is dangerous, and people's hearts are complicated. You are still young, so don't trust people so easily, or you will be deceived."

To clear up the misunderstanding, Samael revealed Medea's identity without reservation, and also disclosed the possibility that she was being manipulated by the Aphrodite's Authority, as well as his plan not to use this little girl.

With preconceived notions, coupled with the Huntress's fondness for children and the compassionate feeling of the gods playing with fate, she felt a pang of pity for this naive and innocent little girl, and thus did not want Medea to get involved in the intrigues and conflicts between the young people.

"Lord Theseus and Sister Atalanta are good people, they wouldn't lie to me!"

However, this good intention proved futile with Medea's confident affirmation.

"Do you believe me when I say the sun rises in the west every day and you think it's in the east because you're seeing things?"

Seeing Atalanta's frustrated and helpless expression, Samael told a lie that defied common sense with a mocking smile.

"I believe you. Oh, I didn't know that was so. I never knew it was so interesting."

Medea nodded earnestly without hesitation, blinking her eyes with a look of joy as if she had broken through the fog and discovered the truth.

At this moment, Samael's lips twitched, and his smile froze.

This woman is a real problem...

She's not really stupid; how could she not hear such an obvious lie?

Therefore, her "belief" is actually "wanting to believe".

Judging from yesterday, this girl will approach others with great affection, and on this basis, she will trust those she deems trustworthy without reservation.

Therefore, even if she were instilled with a wrong worldview, even if she had to pay a cruel price for this trust, she would probably choose to believe and act without hesitation.

Conversely, she has an extreme distrust of the world and of everyone.

Once someone or something becomes the center she believes she can rely on, she is willing to betray the world and let everyone down for it.

This way of thinking and this logic of behavior are probably the origin of her reputation as the "betraying Witch"!

Goodness, a paranoid and sensitive personality, a hidden dark Yandere!

He's not good at dealing with this, especially since he's a vulnerable group during adolescence.

The ancient serpent, adept at understanding people's hearts and having almost seen through Medea, sighed and regretted his impulsive encounter yesterday.

With a headache, Samael rubbed his chin, paced back and forth for a moment, and couldn't help but comfort himself, muttering to himself quietly.

Wait, maybe not. It could be the influence of the Aphrodite's Authority, or some residual effects.

Perhaps in a few days, once they get the Golden Fleece and the Argo away, this little girl will mature a bit more and lose her initial excitement, and she'll probably forget about it soon.

It's puberty, I understand.

Thinking of this, Samael patted little Medea on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"Listen to me, things have been turbulent in Colchis these past few days. Stay in the Temple of Hecate and don't wander off."

"That's right. Along the way, there have been many more soldiers patrolling the streets and priests on duty."

Atalanta echoed this sentiment and provided supporting evidence.

"Yes, I will!"

Little Medea readily agreed, but after taking only a few steps toward the Temple of Hecate, she hesitated, tugging at the hem of her dress, and turned back.

"Then, when will I be able to see you again?"

"Yes, I will if I have the chance."

Samael waved and responded with a smile, a half-hearted, half-serious response.

Having received a reply, Medea happily slipped back to the temple.

The unexpected little incident finally came to an end, and Samael breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, besides severing the Aphrodite's Authority from Medea, he also left behind a curse of destiny, which was specifically used to corrupt divinity and was quite insidious.

If the Olympian Gods were to rashly intervene again, they would definitely be in serious trouble...

"Buzz!"

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a translucent, serpentine phantom was inexplicably pulled upwards, and a woman's suppressed cry of pain came from mid-air.

"Snort!"

At that moment, a cold, nasal voice came from inside the Temple of Hecate, and the golden glow of the moon cast a faint, eerie light.

The invisible power collided with a deafening roar, and the flowers around the temple instantly scattered and withered, while wisps of pink mist were instantly evaporated.

The area around the temple was in complete disarray. In addition, the Witch Goddess Hecate suddenly performed a miracle, causing the priests and priests to panic and rush in and out to quell the unrest.

Oh, so impatient?

Samael, hiding in the shadows, felt a surge of schadenfreude.

Now look what's happened! Not only did he outmaneuver Aphrodite, making that troublesome woman suffer a bit and keeping her busy for a while, but he also managed to prevent her from causing any more trouble.

Moreover, his underhanded actions inadvertently attracted Hecate, who then pinned the blame for plotting against Aphrodite on the Witch Goddess, thus putting the two goddesses at odds.

Hecate resides in the underworld and belongs to the lineage of King of the Underworld. Although she is not among the ten Olympus gods, she is a renowned Witch Goddess and not to be trifled with.

He loved watching women fight.

If she were a goddess, wouldn't that be even better?

The cunning ancient snake smiled sinisterly, but before he could observe any longer, his arm tightened around it.

"Big Sister?"

"What are you looking at? Don't you have anything to do?"

"Cough cough..."

"Come on, what are you standing there for? We still have the eastern area to ask about today."

Atalanta snorted irritably and dragged Samael along by the arm.

However, after only a few steps, the ancient snake, having regained its balance, quickly caught up and grabbed the soft, smooth hand that felt like solidified cream.

Atalanta paused, glanced at the claw that had taken over, then snorted and turned her head. Her face, turned to the side, revealed a slight upturn at the corner of Samael lips.

Even the proudest feline still needs to be coaxed.

With increasing experience, Samael Pyrrha the distance, and soon the two figures were snuggling together in the crowd, unusually intimate.

As night fell, everyone returned to the Argo to report. Jason, who was in charge of compiling the intelligence, looked rather grim and looked pleadingly at his friend in the corner.

This guy somehow managed to cook two servings of shaved ice, just to satisfy his and Atalanta.

"Why are you looking at me? I've already taught you the method, so if you want to eat it, make it yourselves!"

Samael noticed that everyone was looking at him, so he protectively held onto the box of smoothies, rolling his eyes and complaining.

"Brother, who would dare to snatch food from your mouth? If you want to eat this stuff, I'll treat you to it until you're sick of it when I get back to China. Can you be serious for once? We have a life-or-death matter to discuss, and we're waiting for your advice!"

Jason pleaded for help with a pained expression, showing signs of trying to elicit a tragic response with tears streaming down his face.

Samael scooped up a scoop of shaved ice, put it in his mouth, and asked a question as he ate.

"Is it about the Golden Fleece?"

Jason nodded hurriedly, his brow furrowed in worry.

"It's probably hopeless to get King of Colchis to hand over this thing willingly."

The rumors that Xu gathered for us say that the Golden Fleece not only symbolized the prosperity and wealth of Colchis, but was also inextricably linked to the life of King Aeetes; if the Golden Fleece lived, he lived; if the Golden Fleece died, he died.

There's another saying about Juxing, which makes things a bit complicated.

Samael stroked his chin, his brow furrowing slightly.

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