"So, you're going to lay hands on the poor goddess Euryale?"
Euryale desperately squeezed out a few tears and spoke pitifully.
So you really are a drama queen!
Thaumas ignored her and asked Stheno instead:
"Goddess Stheno, may I ask where Gorgon's body is?"
"You're not allowed to lay hands on our little sister! You won't even spare her corpse? What a total pervert!" Euryale cursed furiously.
Thaumas ignored the mischievous goddess and looked at Stheno.
"Mm, probably in the middle of the island. Just head this way."
Stheno pointed in a direction as she spoke.
"Exactly, exactly! Our gift is there too, prepared for the hero who'll set us free! It's hidden in a cave, so remember to take it!" Euryale suddenly added.
"Is that so? Thanks!"
Thaumas then headed in the opposite direction.
"Hey, hey, hey! You're going the wrong way! It's that way! Are you trying to run away?!" Euryale blocked Thaumas, full of dissatisfaction.
"But if it were you two goddesses, you definitely wouldn't let me harm Medusa, would you? Even if it's only her corpse." Thaumas spoke as though he were describing something utterly unimportant.
Yet he had hit upon the truth.
"N-No! Anyway, you're not allowed to go! And you're not allowed to waste the gift I prepared for you!" Euryale said.
"A gift? I'm guessing it's some kind of magical beast. After all, you're the goddess Euryale!" Thaumas stated this with certainty.
He had no favorable impression of gods of amusement like them.
Nor would he completely believe their words.
"Enough, Euryale! We can't protect Medusa. He's too strong, even stronger than Perseus. Though I'm not interested in humans, I still know the difference between strength and weakness.
Let's not waste our energy. We'll just wait to die. With the power we have