Greek and Roman Mythology

Theseus is so eager to leave Asclepius' house and return to his quarters.

Then, after making a ridiculous plan to attack Perseus, he began to act as usual.

Starting with a light body, I wiped my sweaty body with a towel, ate a meal made at the time of dinner, and swung my sword in earnest. If there was a trainee who applied for a duel, I was willing to accept.

After a few struggles, Cayron taught me (the struggle).

There were many outstanding people around, so Theseus also had significant attention in Kagnia and was part of a strong axis, giving Cayron direct teaching, so he had the privilege of competing.

After several mornings of training, Theseus continued to behave as usual, taking care not to suspect anything.

Of course, I haven't forgotten to give Perseus a glance.

Perseus silently did what he had to do to make sure he didn't feel that way.

Like Theseus, he fought with many trainees, was taught by Cayron, and took his own time.

It was definitely no different than usual.

Only the same thing is repeated to make me feel bored.

You fight, you eat, you train, you eat, you train...

Time passed and it became late one afternoon.

The sun rising from the east was suddenly leaning west, and the sky was getting darker, and the trainees felt tired and returned home with their colleagues.

All that remains is those who have been trained late, or those who really work hard.

These included Perseus, Iasson and Theseus.

"Phew. Phew."

Perseus looks up at the sky, holding his sword for a long time.

Time is running out.

I organized a wooden sword similar to Longsod on my waist to meet Hercules, who went to get meat for dinner tonight.

I want to wash quickly because I'm wet with sweat, but when I move the meat to Hercules, I'll sweat again and get animal blood on it, so I gave up washing and waited for my body to dry up.

With Hercules far to come, but not much to do, and more training, Perseus, who was exhausted and gave up, slowly took a step into the forest, thinking it would be better to go and wait.

And... there was a man looking at Perseus, walking out of the semi-basement colosseum, with his blonde head blown into the wind and into the woods.

Naturally, it was a blue-haired handsome Theseus.

Theseus felt it was his chance to start planning.

Before that, I had to drop Iason in front of me.

"Iasson."

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"You go in first today."

"...?"

Theseus smiles awkwardly as Iasson gives a curious look.

"I have work to do."

"What can I do for you?"

"... No, it's okay. Then I have work to do, so go inside and get some rest."

Theseus crippled his body, but soon he spoke naturally.

Helping you is just a distraction.

So please go back to your normal ways. Theseus' eyes said so.

The idea of having a conversation with a man through his eyes was that he was a poor Iason, so he nodded his head and looked at Theseus' face that was a little stiff, but he thought there was really something to do, and he turned around and walked away first.

"Then I'll go first."

"Huh."

The flame of desire that had been hidden from Theseus' eyes as he looked at Iaxon as he was walking rises.

The small flame immediately burned and became irresistible, and together with him, I had no thought in Theseus' head.

Only Perseus remembered the name Perseus over and over again and mumbled to himself like a madman.

Photic obsession, it was seen in Theseus.

"Where did he go?"

I let go of his hand, and he disappeared for a moment.

At that moment, there was a scent that tickled the tip of my nose.

This scent from Perseus' body... was seedy and smiling. Theseus used his natural abilities.

Wheeing -

As the wind gathers, the faint scent becomes stronger.

And Theseus follows the scent.

Persistently mutters the name Perseus.

Meanwhile, Perseus looks up at the sky, tapping the ground with his feet at the place he promised to meet Hercules.

But looking up at the sky was merely to buy time, and I could not figure out the time of the appointment.

"Hmmm, not here yet...?"

It's pretty cold to be shivering when my body temperature drops while sweating.

I can feel something creepy. I took out my wooden sword in advance and looked around.

"Th... th... eus..."

"Huh?"

I hear something.

A muttering voice rises in the wind and sits on Perseus' ear.

And that muttering voice became clear over time.

"Th... th... th... th... th... th... th... th... Perseus...!!!"

"Hic?"

Theseus appears, with a blue spark in the forest.

After discovering Perseus, Tesseus looks dazzled and takes a step towards her.

"What, what? Theseus. Why are you here..."

"It's finally today. Today. I've been waiting for this moment!"

"What?"

What the hell...?

Theseus mutters a little-known word and pulls a convex bead out of his pocket.

"Do you know what this is?"

"....?"

"Here's the thing. Mushroom fluid? Do you think it's Axis, the hormone? Anyway, they're condensed. It's the best medicine for excitement for women... It must have been hard to find so many Mushy Mamas around here at some point... But this should be enough. Huh, Perseus. Don't be afraid. You'll want it soon enough. Hahahahahaha!"

When Theseus smashed the marble he was holding with his index finger and thumb, pink powder circulated in the wind around him.

Of course, given the distance between Theseus and Perseus, the powder only spread around Theseus, but the natural ability of Theseus is the wind.

The wind converges naturally, gathering pink dust around you and hurrying toward Perseus.

The pink wind that flew towards him was beautiful, but Theseus' words caught my mind.

A drug that excites women. It's called an aphrodisiac.

"Ugh! You're crazy! That thing is completely insane!"

So Perseus walks away.

Theseus' eyes falter and pursue Perseus.

Papa Papa Pot-!

Two of them hurtling through the ground with power.

Perseus wanted to turn his back and beat Theseus with a wooden sword hanging from his waist, but that was practically impossible.

Not enough skills, but the pink powder was circling around Theseus like it was escorting him.

Perseus might lose hope of saving the world if he drank it for no reason and got lost in the taste of it.

"Stay where you are! Be my guest!" Perseus! "

"Somebody help me!!"

Perseus tries to make a run for Kagnia, but Theseus gets in the way of a tricky roadblock and has no choice but to head for the woods.

You scream strangely, but your voice echoes like an echo inside.

It doesn't seem to leak out.

"Ahhhh! Ahh! Ha!"

Whether it was because of the long run or because of the high amount of training today, Perseus had already suffocated from the cumulative fatigue.

However, Theseus, who is chasing behind him, does not seem weary at all.

"Ha! Ha! Whoa, stop! Don't come any closer, cows will scream!"

In these deep woods, if you scream in the middle of the night, the monsters around you will come.

It means you're going to blow yourself up.

Theseus laughs as if he understood the meaning of it, kicking and petty.

"Phew, shout it. It won't do you any good to yell. Oh, why? My ability is Wind... If I use it well, I can keep the sound around me from leaking out like magic. There's no Mana response. Secretity, anything more useful. I can't hear you unless you're at least 10 meters away."

"Phew…!"

Perseus aims at Theseus with a wooden sword, his face stiffened.

Wooden swords, however, are not more threatening than sharp ones.

Rather, it seems to me that he was bitten by Theseus' desire.

Hercules! '

As he watched Theseus approaching with the pink wind, Perseus desperately thought of the two of them.

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Hercules, full of well-groomed meat on his back, returns to Asclepios' Herb House.

Asclepios greets you with a silent door.

"Oh? Hercules. You're here early."

"Oh, yeah. I don't see much of a game today... but Perseus! Why didn't you come when you said you were coming?"

Hercules yells at the house in response to Asclepios.

But there is no response.

Asclepios tilts his head.

"What are you talking about? Perseus hasn't come in yet. Weren't we meeting?"

"Would I have brought this alone if I had met you? Huh?... Huh? Strange. I wasn't at the rendezvous point...?"

"He's not here yet...? You don't think something's wrong? It's getting dark too!"

As Asclepios struggles, Hercules calms down and leaves the house, saying he will try again.

After forcing Asclepios to follow him into the house, Hercules begins to leap over Cagnia.

I searched for Asclepios from male to female and instructor, but I didn't see any snouts.

"Huff! Huff! Perseus!! Where is he! Really!!"

The strength, strength and monstrous Hercules are weary.

Even though I searched all of Cagnia as quickly as I could, I couldn't find it.

However, because Hercules was going around looking for Perseus at such a short time, I saw trainees lighting torches, raising magic tools and going around looking for Perseus, and the trainees and instructors started to move around in a daze.

Asclepios, Perseus, Hercules. It was because there were a lot of trainees who admired and liked and adored the three great goddesses of Kagnia and included instructors.

If a man had disappeared, he would have come back on his own, but a woman would have a different story.

In the past, the trainees went looking for Perseus, screaming with a serious face, because there was a precedent that Asclepios almost raped.

"Our little Perseus is gone!"

"Find it! He can't have gone far! Search everywhere!"

"All trainees, gather around! I call upon your presence! I will kill you if you have no one to call upon, so know that and answer me correctly!"

The instructors checked the trainees as if they were attending, and found out that Theseus was missing.

"Theseus, he's gone! Anybody seen it?"

A trainee glances at Iason with a loud voice as one of the instructors shouts.

All day long, hanging out with each other is not Iasson.

Iason, who received the trainee's and instructor's eyes and the fury of Hercules, hesitates to raise his hand.

If I don't catch him or talk to him for some reason, I'll get in trouble later.

No, right now, you don't know that! You might be trampled down! "

The atmosphere around it was severe.

"Well..."

Iason briefly explained what happened today.

Usually when I talk about Perseus, I feel sensitive and moved on, and recently there has been more of a look at Perseus than me, and there seems to be something suspicious today.

When Perseus headed somewhere, Theseus dropped himself and followed him.

"... like that..."

"Why are you saying that now? You're crazy!"

With a moaning sound, Hercules grunts as Iaxon rolls the floor.

He tries to make excuses to wrap his hands around the ground, but Hercules doesn't listen.

Either way, Hercules notices the situation and turns to the forest.

"Ugh! Theseus. You sick son of a bitch! I'll kill you!"

"Wait! Hercules!"

Hercules brutally distorts his fine face, running into the Ignorant Forest, holding a wooden sword in one hand.

"Huff! Huff! Ugh!"

When Hercules arrives at the rendezvous point where no one is, he grimaces.

Then the currents should have turned him into a dead man.

Cayron shouldn't have stopped the current.

The instructor shouldn't have brought Cayron there.

Theseus should have been killed there.

"You lay a hand on Perseus, and I will kill you!"

At that moment, Hercules' eyes trample upon the grass that seems to have broken its neck.

Traces.

I found it.

It doesn't matter if it's not.

Because right now, that's our only lead and hope.

The trail was complicated, going up and down in circles.

It was cut off in the middle, but after finding it somehow and following its trail, Hercules reaches deep into the forest.

Dangerous monsters appear everywhere, but it doesn't matter.

At least not many monsters can stand up to her in these woods.

And finally Hercules was able to find what he wanted.

No, I heard it with my ears for now. '

"... and more useful. I can't hear you unless you're at least 10 meters away."

Within 10 meters?

I'm sorry, Theseus.

Hercules chuckles at the familiar sound of his voice.

The trademark of Hercules in your right hand.

The wooden sword made from the bayou tree is quietly raised.

"Found it! T. Cei. Ooh. S."

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[Axis, Theseus Dead End Confirmation Root]

For the record, I hate NTR. So don't cut it. There's no NTR. TT.

Not only the NTR, but also the character who's gross with the girl and hates things like ducking and entering.

And for Nam-ju, except for the protagonist, it doesn't matter if it's an ordinary woman or a Cho-yeon class, or a cho-yeon class.

I want to kill every man who eats women besides the main character.

NTR Cucumber thistle... but it's good for the protagonist to steal another man's woman like a princess.

(Actually, I wrote this article to encourage your comments. Heck! You just activated my tr... (phew?))

Let me tell you... the reason I started writing novels is because I only look at dark and sad novels. It's depressing. Strange. So I just wrote a nice, bright article, and it turned out that... I was just talking about NTR, and then I saw this horrible comment called "Storm Chopping." Cough. In my novel, however, it doesn't come out dark or anything. I don't like being depressed.

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[Attention, below is an insult that the author has been angry and angry with the convenience store.]

But fuck it. The convenience store came in here today, and I was so fucked up, I felt so fucked up. Shit. Just a convenience store, motherfucker. It's a fucking service business. It's a dog. If you're drunk and nocturnal, you'll go back inside and fuck yourself with something big.

P.S. If I come here sighing and I get over 500 recommendations, blah blah. You know? Keeekeek. I'll join you.

(I said 100 on the other hand, and then I almost blew it -_-)