Fist of Justice 2/2

At that moment, Samael appeared beneath the collapsed city wall, raised his hand to create a protective barrier formed by the Medusa's Shield, and blocked the falling bricks and stones.

Once the aftershocks subsided and the smoke cleared, the ancient serpent put away its divine shield, turned to look at the two parasites on the recliner, and frowned as it inquired.

Are you two alright?

"Oh ho, Lord Yuuki, did you come here specifically to visit your goddess?"

"They're so concerned about us, won't Medusa be jealous?"

Stheno and Euryale remained lounging in their wicker chairs, showing no sign of getting up. They even mimicked Samael Medusa's earlier actions, holding hands and exchanging knowing glances and playful banter.

Since they are immortal, even if they are hit hard, this level of damage wouldn't even be considered a serious injury.

"You're itching for a beating again, aren't you? Get up and get to work!"

Samael glanced at the somewhat chaotic scene, his forehead veins bulging, and without a word, he pulled the listless girl up from the recliner.

However, these two scourges showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, they pressed their advantage, wrapping their arms around Samael's elbows and hanging them almost on either side, rubbing against him like koalas.

"Hmm, what a bold invitation, Lord Yuuki! I'd like to hold the left hand..."

"Then I'll choose the right side, little Medusa, you're out of seats..."

Two mischievous goddesses, their faces full of malicious smiles, were teasing Medusa, the youngest sister who stood there looking embarrassed.

Bang! Bang!

But then, Judgment's righteous iron fist slammed into Euryale and Stheno's heads one by one. The two mischievous goddesses, each holding their swollen heads, squatted on the ground, drawing circles in resentment and complaining bitterly.

"Damn it, I'm a beloved goddess! You heartless devil, you have no sense of chivalry whatsoever!"

"That's right, Euryale and I are so cute, we were born to capture the hearts of any man! Men might have a taste, but if they get to know us better, they'll be completely captivated by our charm. How could you treat two lovely goddesses like this? Ha, what a joke! Your heart must be made of stone!"

Samael looked the two "cute" goddesses up and down with disdain, his gaze finally settling on a certain spot, his eyes filled with contempt and a cold, mocking laugh.

"Tch, even if I were thirsty, I wouldn't be interested in two underdeveloped fried eggs."

An underdeveloped... fried egg?

Euryale and Stheno froze, looking down at their flat chests. Then, under the brutal attack, they suffered a barrage of blows, their forehead veins bulging like earthworms, their delicate faces filled with resentment.

Damn it, do you even know what "cute" means?! Staying young and youthful is the standard for a goddess, isn't it?!

"You two, get to work! If you utter another word, believe me, I'll throw you into the woods behind here to manage the magical beasts with the Serpent Mother!"

Faced with the threat of a certain unscrupulous teacher, Stheno and Euryale, wanting to escape the control of the Serpent Mother and the filthy environment of the monster horde, could only swallow their anger and obediently lower themselves to help transport materials.

After giving the two troublemakers a dressing down, Samael continued his inspection and, surprisingly, spotted two familiar figures among the group of Magecraft and craftsmen repairing the city walls.

"Lord Theseus!"

Upon spotting Samael, Medea ran towards the Serpent, her flashing purple eyes fixed on his handsome face, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

Circe instinctively shrank back, and only after repeatedly confirming that there were no major problems with the city wall did he dare to pat his chest with a sigh of relief and approach.

This monster wasn't there to teach her a lesson.

The great Witch on Ayu Island has become so accustomed to living in the shadow of a certain snake that even her thoughts have become so humble.

"Thanks for your hard work..."

Samael understood that the two of them had volunteered to reinforce the city walls because of the scarcity of artisans and defensive Magecraft, and also to mass-produce magic puppets to reduce the burden on the front lines. He gently stroked the two of them on the head, quite pleased and approving.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work at all! I'm satisfied as long as I can help you."

Little Medea spoke with great joy and enthusiasm.

After calming down a bit, the little Witch pursed her teeth, gently bit her cherry lips, and looked at Samael with longing eyes.

"Lord Theseus, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course, what do you want to know?"

Samael smiled and agreed to the girl's well-behaved manner.

"I... I'm already 14 years old, when will I be considered grown up?"

Little Medea mustered her courage and asked, her gaze fixed intently on the person before her.

"Well, in terms of physiological age, I'd say 16..."

Samael coughed dryly, and faced with that pleading gaze, gave a helpless, bitter smile in response.

"Sixteen years old? No worries, only two months left, have fun..."

Having received a definite answer, little Medea excitedly waved her pink fist.

Fearing that the little girl might utter something shocking again, Samael immediately shifted his target and captured a controversial figure from Crete.

"You are Daedalus?"

"Yes, sir."

The balding old man, with a broad smile on his face, stepped forward and bowed humbly to the important figure before him.

Samael's eyes narrowed slightly, emanating a dangerous aura like a snake scrutinizing its prey, which sent a chill down Daedalus's spine, made him sweat, and feel extremely uneasy.

"Get to work, don't waste your talent, otherwise your nephew will miss you terribly."

The soft whisper made Daedalus shrink back, his expression filled with fear, and he hurriedly nodded.

The ancient serpent withdrew its scrutinizing gaze and waved Daedalus away.

Although he was indeed skilled in city-building, capable of creating miraculous structures like the Labyrinth of the Minotaur that possessed the concepts of bewilderment and imprisonment, and his involvement would greatly enhance the defensive capabilities of the city walls, the old man's reputation was far from clean.

He was Athenians, renowned for his work, and his nephew had studied sculpture under him.

At first, the old man taught his apprentice with all his heart, but after a few years, his nephew's skills surpassed his uncle's. Moreover, the nephew, who was extremely talented, invented a pottery wheel and a rotary lathe, which caused a sensation and made him famous.

Daedalus became jealous of his nephew and sought an opportunity to throw him off the Acropolis of Athens.

Later, this scandal was discovered, Daedalus was tried in court and sentenced to death. In order to escape punishment, he fled to Crete with his son.

Although we need people soon, we still need to give this old guy a warning, lest he see things are going badly and run away with his wings.

Afterwards, Samael paused for a moment to resolve some issues related to forging the city, and then entrusted the task of keeping a close watch on Daedalus to a calf before taking Medusa to the next area for investigation.

As the black demon gradually disappeared into the distance and finally vanished from sight, Stheno and Euryale immediately dropped the bricks, but instead of settling onto the recliners, they sat side by side on the wall, gazing intently at the waves of minions rushing towards them outside the Magic Barrier, and at the Stormy Sea Region shrouded in dark clouds.

"He actually has time to wander around with Medusa at a time like this."

"Yes, he even answered that little girl's question with unusual seriousness..."

"It seems this time, things won't go well for him..."

"But there's something that's making me angrier the more I think about it!"

"Um?"

"That brat Medea, isn't she also a fried egg? Why is she being treated differently! It's outrageous!"

Stheno, who had been harboring some worries, looked at Euryale beside him, who was filled with bitterness and resentment and gritted her teeth. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded seriously.

"Yes, that doesn't make sense! He must be blind!"