Getting to Know Our Sky Father, Our Savior 2/2

"The planks have all been replaced, so it's definitely not the same ship!"

Circe's colorful eyes flickered, and she was the first to chatter in response, casually wiping the corner of her mouth as she spoke.

Samael has one request: it's been so long since he's had a big meal...

"Smack!"

Just as Circe chuckling to himself, lost in a wonderful fantasy, he was suddenly struck on the head with a sharp rap on the head.

"The next question is, from when does it cease to be considered part of the Argo?"

Samael gave a snort of annoyance, his scrutinizing gaze revealing a shrewd glint in his Circe Karl's little scheme.

"Replace the last plank?"

"Oh, so the key to whether the Argo exists or not lies in that plank. If that's the case, and I saw that plank in half and keep half, does that mean the Argo can only be considered as half of the ship being preserved?"

"I think so..."

"What the hell?! You think you can just pick a random answer and expect to get a prostitute? Are you stupid or am I?!"

Then another sharp rap landed on Circe's forehead, and the silly bird, clutching its swollen spot, squatted on the ground, muttering to itself.

"So, it's still the same old ship?"

At this moment, Medea thought for a moment, raised her delicate hand, and tentatively asked.

"What's the reason?"

Samael stroked his chin, casting an encouraging glance, and asked softly.

"Because Lord Theseus is here! As long as the crew remains the same, no matter how the Argo is repaired or replaced, it will still be the Argo!"

Little Medea mustered her courage, gazed at Samael, and smiled sweetly.

"So, what happened to everyone on the ship?"

Atalanta felt a sudden tightness in her chest and instinctively retorted, her tone somewhat confrontational.

"It doesn't matter if the others are gone. Anyway, the question says that this is Lord Theseus's ship, and Lord Theseus will always be here!"

Little Medea answered without hesitation, with an expression of matter-of-fact and a sweet smile.

The ancient serpent had a soft spot in its heart, which was inadvertently touched, and it was momentarily lost in thought.

Suddenly, a slender hand reached out and twisted a clump of soft flesh on his waist 360 degrees. Samael immediately woke up with a grimacing pain, then put on a serious face and gave a stern comment.

"You mean the key isn't the ship itself, but the people who gave it special meaning and name, right? That sounds a bit like idealistic sophistry."

The ancient snake gave a fair assessment, while secretly pressing down with its fingers and palm to grasp the soft hand that had rewarded it with the "cat's paw" strike, secretly playing with and rubbing the soft jade in its palm.

That naughty boy...

Atalanta glared hatefully at the younger brother who always found opportunities to flirt with her, turning her head away with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, but not withdrawing her fingers.

Little Medea's gaze fell upon the small movements in the dim corner. She pouted, waved her pink fist, and protested somewhat indignantly.

"That's not sophistry! Just like Orion now, although his body has completely changed, in Sister Diana's eyes, he is still himself!"

Such a view immediately gained the support of the moon goddess. With a gentle and pleasant gaze, she looked at little Medea with satisfaction and immediately spoke up in support.

"That's right! No matter how many planks the Argo replace, the overall structure that houses them remains unchanged. Just like a person's bones, face, physique, and even every muscle in their body grow and change at each stage of life, can you really say that this person isn't their past self?"

Such a reasoned and well-founded response left Atalanta, who held the opposing view, speechless and forced to concede defeat.

After speaking, Artemis and Medea exchanged a knowing glance, seemingly sharing a mutual appreciation.

It seems that both of them are Yandere in terms of personality, and they cherish each other, so it seems that neither of them is yandere.

But seriously, is this how you treat your God? Colluding with outsiders to oppress your own believers? That's utterly despicable!

So, boss, are you interested in learning about Orphic Cult? I'll introduce you to our great Heavenly Sky Father and Savior—the primordial serpent Ophion —when I have time.

Samael glanced at the moon goddess, secretly feeling indignant on behalf of his own Tower Cat.

At this moment, Heracles also raised his head and responded fairly, expressing his support for Medea's statement.

The ancient serpent clapped its hands, ultimately maintaining its impartial attitude, and looked approvingly at the purple-haired, purple-eyed Witch, casually pulling up Circe and chuckling with a sigh.

"You're right, the Argo is not just a bunch of wooden planks and parts that make up the ship, but more importantly, the friends on board who have gone through adventures, life and death with us."

Even inanimate objects like ships need to be disassembled and repaired, gradually changing their original appearance. How much more so should we, who are all different individuals, disperse and gather together, which is the norm.

However, as long as we are alive, we will have the chance to reunite from the Greek city-states for the same adventure, for the same goal, and to drink and talk freely on the ship!

At this point, everyone suddenly realized that the man in front of them was using a debate game to indirectly comfort them who were feeling down because of the separation and reunion.

"Yes! That's exactly what I mean!"

In high spirits, Heracles laughed heartily, and when the mood struck him, he took off his wine pouch and drank generously with the others.

Samael, taking matters into his own hands, managed to find a few jugs of wine he'd smuggled from Atlantis and shared them with his teammates to satisfy their cravings. Meanwhile, Circe, who had been longing for good food, also got his wish and received a piece of the carefully prepared smoked meat.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly joyful, the ancient serpent took a sip of wine and smiled at little Medea.

"Tell me, what does our little champion want?"

At Circe's urging, Medea drank some wine, and her face was now flushed with an intoxicating blush.

As Artemis, that scoundrel goddess, egged her on, little Medea was pushed in front of the tournament organizer. She blinked her watery purple eyes, bit her cherry lips a few times, hugged the Nether Moon Staff, raised her little head, and blurted out the answer.

"I... I really want to experience a relationship that starts with a blind date, leads to love and marriage. If possible, Lord Theseus, please let me have a romance!"

"Puff!"

Samael had just taken a sip of the drink when he immediately spat it out, followed by a violent cough.

The expressions on the faces of everyone present were also varied.

Artemis maintained a playful and amused expression, and showed approval and encouragement for the little girl's boldness.

Circe, the guardian, looked as if he had seen a ghost, and shrank back, fearing that Samael would take the opportunity to capture him and beat him in retaliation.

Heracles, however, looked at Atalanta, who had been brutally attacked, with a hint of sympathy. The Huntress was somewhat amused and exasperated that a little girl had dared to snatch her away right in front of her.

Then, a catgirl with healthy-colored hair, sharp fangs grinding together, and slightly narrowed emerald eyes gleamed with a strange light as she looked at someone.

"Boom!"

Just as the atmosphere became tense and oppressive, and Samael felt a chill run down his spine, a rumbling sound like rolling boulders from the mountains came from the distant wilderness.

"What's going on? Go check it out!"

The ancient snake sprang up from the ground instantly, its expression solemn and righteous. Without saying a word, it packed its bags and rushed towards the source of the sound as fast as a shooting star.