This is how we veterans get things done

"What?!"

When the veteran codenamed "Magician" returned to Athens, he was approached by a worried-looking Fiona and could not help but freeze for a moment.

"My apologies, Miss Fiona."

Magician hesitated before confirming it again, nearly reaching up to clean out his ears.

"The matter you want to consult me about is..."

Love?

Was this some kind of joke?!

Having just acquired the "Dragon Tooth Soldiers" and being in high spirits, Magician nearly slammed the table and rose to his feet.

He still needed to study the marvelous uses of the "Dragon Tooth Soldiers." Where would he find the time to provide someone with "love advice"?

"I know this may be confusing, but I really have run into a huge problem."

Having removed her gorgeous "Sacred Garment," the red-haired beauty wore a long ancient Greek dress. She raised a hand to her forehead, her haggard appearance carrying the delicate beauty of a willow bending in the wind.

But that was not fashionable in ancient Greece. Besides, as an enhanced "Vampire Countess" who absorbed blood, Fiona should not have had a frail side. Once she put on her Sacred Garment, she was a legendary expert.

On this Mars of Greek mythology, she was also qualified to call herself a "demigod."

When introducing oneself, saying something like "grandchild of such-and-such a god" certainly raised one's prestige—though demigods in ancient Greece were everywhere.

And their strengths varied enormously. Even some fodder soldier who was instantly killed by a spear on the battlefield might have been a demigod.

"The situation is like this."

As the haggard Fiona slowly explained, Magician, who had been preparing to politely leave, stopped in his tracks.

"...In short, whenever I see Agla—"

"Aglaos, that is, I feel an intense disgust."

Hugging her own shoulders, Fiona seemed uncomfortable all over