Greek and Roman Mythology

Kamikaze: The cover is so wrong

Amsan: Oh my God, this is the face you have to shout...

Dog Head: You want to change the cover?

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Please make a cover... I'll change it if you make one...

All you have to do is write down the Greek Roman mythology on the same backdrop as a candlestick.

I'll make a cover as soon as you make one. Hmmm.

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What happened in Kagnia... when the current left.

Kagnia.

Named to mean the place where the famous Greek heroes' teacher, Cayron, exists and accepts and teaches disciples.

Cayron has a will and he is the place where so many talented people gather.

Several gods also blessed Caesar for Cayron, the most prominent and helpful of which is the god Demeter of agriculture and Hephaestus of blacksmiths.

Demeter, a new agricultural god, has made it self-sustaining, with Hephaestus supplying weapons for training and practical purposes, and one of his masterpieces, the Semi-Underground Colosseum.

It's built like a Colosseum, but it's just an open place for training, sparring, and testing, rather than a Colosseum.

As always, there was a duel going on in this public place.

Persius, a short-haired blonde girl who wields a sturdy stick of wood, swept through the dirt lying on her feet and was facing Hercules, who writes as her brother and reads as a monster.

Boom, boom!

You hear the sound of a cannon firing from somewhere, hitting each other with wooden swords.

I don't know if it was because of that noise, but the two of them focused on each other, not caring about their surroundings.

Perseus marvels at Hercules, not a drop of sweat.

Unlike her sweaty body, Hercules is only sweating a little.

And Hercules, if she didn't mean it, would have been this much of a match, if she didn't use the power equivalent to Perseus.

"Is it really the development of the elders?"

Boom!

"Phew, Phew. So... bam! What are you doing! I can't even compete with you properly!"

Bang, bang!

"Is that to save your dignity as a sister? You want to help me when I'm in trouble?"

"Of course!! You should be ashamed of your sister!"

Hercules laughs.

Perseus' older sister was dangerous, but she would never be dangerous.

As a semi-conscious woman, she has a fairly high magical resistance and is able to lift all curses, as long as it is not an imminent curse.

And above all, there is no one who can defeat her by force.

I mean, is there a current? '

A black-haired man like her, a Currency, might be able to defeat her.

I had lost to him four times in 26 battles, but it was partially defeated to create a current of frustration after defeat without sincerity.

But the currents also intuitively knew that they were not fighting her with power.

Yeah, a woman's intuition.

Obviously, the currents were hiding something during the duel.

I was even more convinced that he was hiding something in the sense that he never used his natural abilities against Theseus.

Black Shield...

When you think of the shield that Tesseus lightly blocked his natural ability prepared with a blow of repentance, you get curious.

If we use those abilities, how will the battle between ourselves and the currents be decided?

Is that the only shield that can be made black?

Can we make weapons or use them as aggressive as Theseus?

If so, how much power?

"What are you thinking!"

Kuaang!

"What?"

Perseus screams and uses a Mana explosion to see if he was having second thoughts.

I felt a heavy impact on the wooden sword made of bayonet and blessed by the blacksmith, and my wrist froze.

The attack just happened because he thought differently about his guard and prevented him from distributing his strength properly.

"It's dangerous!"

"My other brother is bad in a duel!"

Looking at Perseus, a grumpy voice, Hercules winks again and says nothing.

You can't argue with the truth.

Besides, the opponent is his sister.

Hercules sighed and admitted his mistake.

"Then I won't think about anything else and I'll concentrate, so stop it now!"

Shhh!

The air transition changed and Hercules quickly wielded a wooden sword made of bayonet.

The swift attack of Hercules that pierces, cuts, stabs and repeated Begos leaves Perseus speeding back and forth.

Stabbing and slashing with a wooden sword, however, the energy contained within it was quite formidable.

I didn't mean to be critical, but this attack may be fatal if I get hit in action together.

But Perseus smiles most vigorously and starts to stop the attack.

...

..

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"What are you looking at? Theseus."

"Ah... Iasson."

Aeasson approached Theseus with his blue hair and eyes sitting on the top staircase, overlooking all of the anti-basement colosseum, feeling the feel of a wild beast and the prestige of a tall man.

Talents who are sons of the royal family and who will be retreated by the royal family.

They have excellent skills in Kagnia.

Iasson sits next to Theseus.

"How are you feeling? Is it worth it?"

Theseus kicked the place (Jax) and was trampled on by a rolling stone called currents and crashed into the ground.

And even Theseus asks because of trainees who run like hyena to win.

However, unlike Iasson's concerns, Theseus was still resting here and laying all of his trainees down with overwhelming skill.

Theseus nods only once, because his body condition was the best chance to unwind and unwind.

Did you really think you could lose to those minnows?

Currently, when I thought that the black-haired commoner had brought me here, my hands naturally felt energized.

But there was one thing that I was thankful for that hateful generation.

"Ah, you were watching Perseus?"

"Yes."

That Perseus was brought to Cagnea.

That blonde hair, her eyes, her royal descendants, like pure gold, are full of elegance and understated behavior, even though her mouth is harsh, but not to mention it.

It's as sure as his ideal, anyway.

So no matter what you do, you feel like you want to make her mine.

Theseus glances at Iason, who is seated to the right, tall.

This guy can't even look at Perseus.

I'd say "in love" or "in love"... but I'm pretty sure I like her.

And the mind was confirmed by Iason's question, which was momentarily later.

"Perseus, isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes."

"I heard there's been a slight rise in swordsmanship lately. Maybe it's because of Hercules."

"But I'm sure it's beneath us."

At Theseus' words, Iaxon sweeps over the frontal hair that kicks, smiles and tickles his eyes.

"Of course. We've been coming here for years. But it's definitely a gift. I heard Hercules helped, but I didn't know you were that good. At that time, the Mana explosion was quite surprising."

"Oh... right. You lost, didn't you?"

"Ugh, that was careless..."

And I confessed. Theseus swallowed it up.

Gosh, I thought he liked him like a fool.

I don't like it, I like it very much.

By the way, Iasson...

No matter how close you are, I won't give you the woman I like.

Perseus is mine.

Theseus' blue eyes were engulfed in desire, and his eyes were pictured as a whole.

Iaxon tilts his head toward Theseus, silent.

"Theseus?"

"...."

"Theseus? What were you thinking?"

"Oh, no. It's nothing. Let's just get up."

At Theseus' words, Iaxon waves his hand.

"Well... I'll just be a minute. I want to make that look more eye-catching."

How dare you take what's mine?

The words of Iaxon curl up in Theseus' eyes, and the wind gathers in both hands.

Of course, after a very short moment, Iasson didn't notice.

'Patience, patience. Not yet.'

Since Iason is a descendant of a royal family like himself, it would be beneficial to have a strong relationship.

Theseus restrains his appetite for attraction.

"Phew."

Once deeply breathing, Theseus takes hold of Iasson's arm and pulls it forcefully.

"It's been a while since you've had a fight with me."

"Oh, why!"

"I don't know. Come on."

Then Theseus started the duel by pulling Iasson, who didn't want to go.

All day long.

Iasson had to fight Theseus all day long for no cause or reason.

... that's what I mean.

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I don't think the drinks are for me.

Yesterday I was with my friends, and today I joined the club to welcome my freshman year.

Women are one ugly, ugly kid.

... Well, some of them, some of them I like, but I'm a little short on social skills. Ehhh.

At the crack of dawn... maybe look at the opportunity and push it up. I'll post it in the afternoon.

It's driving me crazy to drink and work...

I'm sorry I didn't join you yesterday.

[No more than 100 recommendations at dawn... ceremony]