Greek and Roman Mythology

"Circe?"

She bursts into laughter and asks.

Circe, it's his name.

Her own name, called the goddess of magic.

And the only human being to live here on the island of legend.

You've come to find yourself. What is the purpose of your visit?

It is not a bad thing to see that the eyes are good, but it is also not a good purpose.

I think I'm just here to get some answers about something... I feel bad about it.

I felt like my appearance was not widely known, but I was looking for answers to questions I couldn't answer…

However, it never reveals an unpleasant look on your face.

I'm not sure yet. Let me ask you something.

"Hmm, you know what? A wizard named Circe lives on a legendary island called Isle of Ai."

"Legend? Hmm... This is troublesome. So it's almost impossible to find, isn't it?"

"Huhu, what are you looking for Circe for?"

"Well, there's a thing called a beautiful woman, and, additionally, I have a question."

What is the question with a gentle voice that makes Circe feel like she is disappearing at times when she was just annoyed by the word beauty? and asked.

He's...

The currents wondered if there was a change in the pitch of their voices, but they ate food.

And if you ask her about her questions, I also wonder if she will answer them.

But it's not bad to think about it and ask.

"I'm looking for a way to the afterlife."

"The afterlife?"

I'm on my way to the afterlife.

Circe listens to the words and thinks.

Humans certainly do not know the way to the afterlife.

Rumors are all lies, and there is no way to get the right information.

To obtain certain information, it would be all possible to visit other races' reputations, seniors, or to obtain a trust in the temple.

But they won't be able to teach us how to get to the Underworld easily, and they will definitely ask for a big price.

And the gatekeeper guarding it, even if it goes to the afterlife, is never inferior, and it is unlikely that he will help Caron the ferryman cross the Stix River.

But she certainly knows how.

Circe thinks for a moment and smiles.

"The Underworld. You know that's no place for a living, right? You know that, right?"

"Yes, of course. A man named Circe would know how to get there, so he's looking for him. You're not going to tell me that if you die unnecessarily, you can go naturally."

The currents that had left all that food piled up on the table had been crumpled up with chopsticks.

Then he stared back at her and said, "I don't know what I'm lacking."

Circe gazes at the currents with bright, lively eyes.

The currents looking at her face, full of curiosity, pulled out a small, neat towel on the side of the dining table, wiped the sauce on her mouth, and bowed slightly and respectfully.

"I enjoyed it very much. And... my introduction is late. My name is Cedric. Excuse me, but what's your beautiful lady's name?"

"Hmmm… 10 points for sitting down and greeting, 5 points for spilling food on clothes, and 70 points for introducing yourself too late."

Something salty.

When she tastes bitter, she opens her mouth again.

"Before I tell you my name... what are you going to do in the afterlife? I don't know if you can, but just because you know the entrance to the afterlife doesn't mean you can get in. The gatekeepers are guarding the entrance, and... well... if you can tell me why you want to come in, I'll let you know my name."

"Well, do you know what that means? But I'm afraid that's classified. Even if I meet Circe, I can't tell her. This is just as important."

Then Circe wept.

Is it that hard to tell one thing?

No matter how hard you think about it, it's not hard.

If you reveal that you are Circe here, you can easily see it, but then you feel like you're going to lose.

"Are you sure you won't teach me?"

"Then are you really not going to teach me?"

The currents rumble as I see her flapping her pointy cheeks.

They are looking at each other and wanting answers.

But no one wanted to answer first, so Circe presented one of the most powerful weapons of her kind.

Tears welled up on sharp, puffy cheeks and big eyes.

The cold-sweating current sighed deeply.

"First, what's your name?"

"Hmmm... are you interested in that even though the woman is crying?"

She snorts in her arms, knowing that there are no tears.

She mutters, "Was the current smoke too," and when she hears the muttering, she puffs her cheeks again.

"That's disgusting. That's really... good. Let me tell you my name."

She muttered in honour, "She hesitated for a moment and was really surprised! I kept moaning while saying it.

I opened my mouth with difficulty because I rolled my eyes away from the shame of talking.

"Hm… Actually, my name is."

Circe patted her lips with her index finger as if to listen carefully.

"Circe."

"It's Circe...!? Ah!?"

About a second before she opened her mouth, Circe said her name, and then she looked surprised.

How did you know?

"Well, how did you know?"

"Hehe, I'm actually a reader. I know what you're thinking. You were surprised, weren't you?"

"... Ding, wrong. Don't bullshit me. How did you know?"

I thought about it for a moment, but the currents shrugged their shoulders as they shaken their heads slightly.

"No big deal. I've ever seen."

"Wait! Ranking? What's that supposed to mean? You mean there's someone prettier than me? No, who can compare?"

Seeing her expression suddenly change, the current was cold sweating.

A subtle gust of intense energy emanates from her body and pressures the currents.

And yet, in her eyes, life flashes.

Seeing her angry, the currents reach out their hands.

"Now, wait a minute. Just calm down."

"Ahhhhhhhh! How can you calm down! I was so proud of the way I looked! Tell me the truth! You know your body, don't you? What does it look like?"

Oops, something went wrong.

Purple eyes are surrounded by a red aura.

The currents rise up to take hold of her widow's arm while her skin is tingling.

Let go of this! "And I thought she was going to shake her arm. And she sighed, and she breathed, and she said," Now calm down. "Let go. '

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. And who the hell is that? I just want you to tell me this."

I thought I was talking about names and how to get to the afterlife. How did this happen?

Currency instantly looked at her face and recalled all the women she had ever held.

From Elf Eve to Hippolite, queen of the Amazon.

And there were goddesses, but I told them all about their names and what they looked like, and I didn't think they could beat the goddess of magic.

I can't help but think that Circe is a terrible legend.

The kind of thing that makes a monster out of the man you loved.

I said the names of the Elves and Human women for no reason, but I decided to tell them the name of the goddess, because I don't want them to become monsters, either.

"Artemis, goddess of the moon, Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, and Hera, goddess of family, Athena, goddess of war."

I carefully examined her, saying the names of the goddesses I had seen before.

After hearing the names of the goddesses, Circe, who killed anger and life, gave a suspicious look - and asked the current a question.

"Which one is the most beautiful?"

Moment.

Currency reminded me of an anecdote from a Greek Roman myth.

- The story of the golden apple...

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Soon, it'll be over 2 million hits, 3 million hits, and 7,000 good sailors.

Celebration... you know?

I'm going to be in tomorrow and I'm going to do 200.

Cheer me on with your recommendations and comments!

[Let's aim for 50 comments. Hahaha.]

Two hundred dollars, eight years.