Atalanta Steals the Golden Fleece [First Update]

Atalanta moved with extreme caution, fully displaying her skills as a hunter.

Her light footsteps seemed to fly over the ground without making a sound. Such skill made her unstoppable whether hunting beasts or ambushing enemies.

However, before the Colchian Dragon, such caution seemed unnecessary.

As Medea softly chanted a lullaby, the Dragon answered with deep, rumbling snores. The two sounds echoed together like some bizarre symphony.

It seemed certain that the Dragon had fallen into a deep sleep.

Atalanta covered the distance to the Dragon in a few quick strides.

Although the divine Bow of Heaven was slung across her back, she had no intention of taking this opportunity to assassinate the Dragon, become a dragon-slaying hero, and eliminate the threat once and for all.

The other Argonauts thought the same.

They believed that with the Dragon's defenses, even a sneak attack would not inflict serious harm. Yet the moment they attempted to assassinate it, the Dragon would surely become alert and awaken. Stealing the prize was a better option.

Silently slipping around the sleeping Dragon, Atalanta walked beneath the towering oak tree.

As if sensing her arrival, Medea nodded almost imperceptibly despite having her eyes closed. Larey, beneath Medea's legs, snorted in greeting as well.

Atalanta silently adjusted her clothes, then began climbing into the oak's canopy on tiptoe.

Atalanta truly lived up to being Artemis's hunter, raised by the sacred mother bear.

The oak tree beside the Dragon was extraordinarily tall, dozens—perhaps even a hundred—meters high. Yet she swiftly climbed into its canopy and easily took the Golden Fleece hanging there.

Then, rather than climbing down, Atalanta leaped straight off the branch a hundred meters above the ground.

The dangerous move startled the Argonauts watching from afar.

Was she trying to kill herself?

However, they soon witnessed