I Will Defend Your Chastity to the Death!

At noon the next day, two carriages raced toward the Acropolis of Athens, whose outline had already begun to take shape, wind whistling and dust billowing behind them.

Leading the way were still Gogo, the Spartan Queen, and Helen, the High Priestess of the Temple of the Moon Goddess.

However, compared with the previous two days, the second carriage, driven by Samael and following close behind, was much lighter, and only one passenger remained inside.

The unfortunate women rescued from the bandits' den had all been sent to towns along the way.

With the travel funds distributed to them, they would forget those unbearable memories, take new names, hide their pasts, and, if all went well, begin new lives.

Suffering would always exist. Even if the world and fate were complete bastards, life still had to be lived one day at a time.

As for why they had not simply taken them to Athens and settled them there—

On one hand, Samael and the two from Sparta were currently overwhelmed with work, so naturally they had no time to play the all-encompassing good guys.

On the other hand, one should not forget how rampant the bandits along the road had been. Who knew which Athenian nobles they might have had dirty dealings with? If so many people entered the city at once, they could not possibly avoid attracting attention. By then, those women might lose their lives without even knowing why.

Of course, not everyone was willing to obediently hide away in some small town and live in peace.

For example, a certain utterly self-unaware Trash Fox.

Just as Samael was silently grumbling to himself, two jade-white hands lifted the curtain, and soft fists lightly tapped the ancient serpent's shoulders and the back of his neck, giving him a massage.