The Betraying Witch Medea

Several nights later

In the pouring rain

A woman in a purple hood collapsed near Ryūdō Temple.

Her face and body were covered in blood as she lay helplessly by the roadside.

Looking up at the pitch-black sky, she painfully raised a hand, trying to touch it.

"Ha ha ha... ahahahaha." She laughed bleakly.

"So this is how it ends... driven away at others' whim, used by others, scorned as a traitor. I only wanted to..."

"To return to my homeland, that's all."

Lowering her hand, she turned her head aside, gave up hope, and prepared to die there in such a wretched state.

"So you were here after all!" A man's voice drifted over. After much deliberation, Iori had ultimately come here.

"Who are you?" Medea asked warily, gripping a dagger tightly in her hand.

"Just a passing Kamen Rider." Iori reached out, snatching away her dagger before she could react, then transferred some magical energy into her.

Iori then gently picked her up. Medea struggled twice before giving up resistance and allowing him to carry her back to his residence.

Seeing Medea brought back, Sakura was greatly displeased, but she still treated her like the lady of the house would.

Sitting on the bed, Medea slowly recounted her experiences.

One month earlier

Atrum Galliasta, a Middle Eastern oil tycoon, had used the Golden Fleece as a catalyst to summon Medea.

To show off his abilities, he brought Medea into his workshop.

As the elevator opened, countless tanks came into view, along with the children inside them.

Medea's expression changed. "This is... an alchemical workshop?"

With his hands on his hips, the oil tycoon said proudly, "My magecraft is the kind that generates magical energy through payment of a price, though it uses the most primitive curse of