Sorry, Not Interested!

A few minutes later, after his efforts to persuade her failed, Samael had no choice but to write the names of the three women into the Argonaut Expedition' parchment scroll under the watchful eye of the huntress from Arcadia.

With the war situation urgent, Atalanta, having received authorization, decisively turned around and summoned Circe and Medea, and they rushed to Athens to report the situation.

The ancient snake, with its thin lips pressed tightly together, raised its hand to lift the curtain and walked out of the tent, accompanying the others.

"Boss, I..."

The three blew their whistles, summoning the Pegasus. As they were about to part, Samael, with a complicated expression, was about to speak when a beautiful figure turned around like the wind and rushed into his arms, wrapping her arms around his head and locking his head down.

Immediately, her lustrous, rosy lips met his without hesitation, completely sealing the ancient snake's half-open mouth. Her soft, delicate lips pried open the other snake's teeth, and she chased after her prey, closing her eyes and kissing him, displaying a wild beauty.

Under the lioness's onslaught, the steely resolve in her arms finally melted into tenderness, and the two figures embraced neck to neck under the cool moonlight.

That's... that's incredibly bold!

This sudden scene made Medea blush, and she hurriedly raised her hands to cover her eyes, seemingly quite shy about such an explicit and passionate expression of emotion.

However, a pair of bright, purplish eyes kept peeking through her fingers, a deep light emanating from her pupils, overflowing with excitement and curiosity.

Huh? Is that considered a forced kiss? That snake actually succumbed so quickly?!

Similarly, amidst the exaggerated and absurd intercourse, Circe couldn't help but glance at the intense scene under the moonlight, his thoughts becoming chaotic in the wind.

Creak...

However, the Goddess of Wisdom who had been following behind with her arms crossed, intending to watch the show, now had veins throbbing on her forehead, her mischievous smile stiffened, and she ground her teeth, making a chilling sound.

Sizzle!

The tough bark of an olive tree was unknowingly torn off by the goddess, who grasped her soft hand tightly and pulled off a large piece, revealing the stark white core inside, as if it had been bitten by a raging wild beast.

This looks like there's going to be an extra stepmother on set.

Athena's purple eyes turned red, and wood chips flew everywhere as she viciously ravaged the unfortunate olive tree, its branches and leaves fluttering down, adorning the earth and the goddess's fragrant shoulders and head with lush greenery.

Damn it! I've never even tried raising a child this big!

Whether it was because of the envious, jealous, and hateful gaze of a certain unfilial adopted daughter, or because the emotional outburst between the two had subsided, the lioness simply stood up and withdrew, raising her hand to stroke the side of that handsome face. Her clear emerald eyes looked at the prey who had either captured her or been captured by her.

"I know your feelings, so I won't say anything. Wait for me to come!"

After saying this, the Huntress waved gracefully, turned around decisively, leaped onto the back of a celestial horse, pulled the reins, and took off first.

Samael nodded intently, letting Atalanta leave, everything understood without a word.

She was not, after all, a domesticated cat kept in captivity; she was a lion roaming freely in Arcadia.

Just as Samael was lost in thought and sighing, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and a slender, purple figure rushed into his arms, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her arms to hook her arms around the back of the ancient snake's neck in the same manner.

"Smack!"

The ancient serpent suddenly came to its senses, and with an annoyed expression, it smacked little Medea on the head, then uttered the declaration that the Witch Colchis deeply loathed.

"Children are not allowed to have early romantic relationships!"

"Can't I even say goodbye like I did with Sister Ata?"

"No!"

The surprise attack caused little Medea to grimace and obediently let go.

"Don't push yourself too hard, be careful in everything, and remember, I'm waiting for you to come."

As she felt a warm embrace envelop her head, a gentle stroking, and a deep, magnetic murmur echoing in her ears, little Medea stopped crying and smiled, nodding vigorously with delight. Her resolve grew even stronger.

Waiting for me to come? Getting married?!

I will do my best to help Lord Theseus!

Although she succeeded in stealing a kiss, she was even happier to imagine little Medea. With a sweet smile, she walked briskly toward Pegasus to catch up with Atalanta's figure.

Samael was about to turn around and return to his tent when he suddenly noticed a figure still standing in the open space.

Immediately, the pink-haired, petite Witch nervously tugged at the hem of her clothes and cautiously stepped forward, occasionally glancing over from the corner of her eye.

What do you want to do?!

Samael crossed his arms over his chest, looking wary.

"Um, there's something I wanted to ask..."

Circe hurriedly waved his hand, humming awkwardly and timidly. The sound was as faint as the fluttering of a mosquito's wings, and the ancient serpent could almost ignore it if it hadn't been listening intently.

"Just asking questions? What are you afraid of! I'm not really going to eat you, just say what you have to say!"

It was a false alarm. Samael patted his chest lightly, rolled the whites of his eyes slightly, and complained.

Hearing this, Circe mustered some courage, lowered her head, tapped her index fingers together in front of her chest, and asked in a low voice.

"Um, you care about them and don't want Ata and Medea to participate in the Argonaut Expedition, so why didn't you even inform me?"

Samael lowered himself and flicked his finger on Circe's smooth forehead, causing the rainbow-eyed Witch to clutch her head and let out a slight cry of pain.

"Silly! Of course I'm worried about you, because to me, you're just as important as they are!"

Circe looked up in surprise, staring blankly at Samael.

When the palm of his hand landed on the little Witch's head and he gently stroked it, Circe woke up as if from a dream.

"Since leaving Ayu Island, I have been grateful for your company and care. I should take care of you in return."

The half-smiling, warm, and handsome face under the moonlight made Circe lose herself in thought, staring blankly at Samael.

Why are you staring at me like that?

The ancient snake raised its hand and touched its cheek in confusion.

"You're beautiful..."

Circe snapped out of her daze, her face flushed, her eyes darted around, and she fidgeted and whimpered as she twisted and turned the corners of her clothes.

"We get along really well, don't we? Actually, Medea is quite an enviable child, why don't we..."

Sorry, no thanks!

The ancient snake immediately raised its hand, righteously and sternly refusing, then lowered its gaze, revealing a contemptuous expression.

"I have no interest in underdeveloped fried eggs!"

"Damn it! Don't look down on people! You'll grow up!"

Circe her blood rush to her head, her face flushed with shame and indignation, and she waved her little fists in protest.

I'm the Great Witch of Ayu Island! At worst, I'll concoct a breast-enhancing potion and show you what a powerful woman I am!

"Tch, besides, Medea was the same, so why am I the only one who got dumped?"

"Ahem, Medea is still young and has limited psychological resilience. For her, heartbreak is like losing her husband, but you'll get used to it more easily in the future."

"What do you mean, 'I'll get used to it later'? Is that even human language?!"

The Witch of the Eagles's breath hitched, and she angrily accused a certain unscrupulous and despicable god.