Greek and Roman Mythology

Knng! Knng! Yippee!

Boars coming down from the mountain, blessed and commanded by the goddess, were eating Caledonian crops.

This year, Caledon's power is no better than any other country because it is eating or destroying all its crops in the grain cellar.

Boars that ate the crops ate as if they were digested at the same time. They kept eating their feces everywhere.

A horse is a Boar. It can be called a monster, but it has no color.

As expected, the size of the overbellaned boars was larger than the size of three bulls, two metres tall.

The brunette fur on the thick leather was so thick that it could not be dug into any blade. Once the two fangs were pierced, they would have to go straight to Hades of the Underworld and be drawn to Tanatos.

Boars roamed around happily, burping their crops, or eating when they were hungry, sleeping, and so on.

The first time a human soldier came after me, he tried to kill himself, but he was someone!

A Boar among the Boars who received the blessing of the Goddess and became more powerful by the command of Artemis himself.

Soldiers couldn't pierce the thick hide. Three or four soldiers died with each charge, and even the Great Warrior was too busy running.

Once the spirit was broken, there were no more soldiers to come, and the boars were able to live a heavenly life.

Then.

Yippee!

I can smell it.

I hear a sound.

I can feel it.

When I got up and opened my eyes and looked around, the boar started to rush to a point.

The four thick legs shifted and sped into his heavy body.

"Dammit! I got you! Shoot!"

Piyut! 54523;!

The hunt has already begun.

Lots of people are staring down at the grain reserve on the wall, and the boar lunges at the hunter, unafraid of flying arrows.

The arrow slams into the hide of a Boar and bounces off the metal wall.

"What, what?"

The hunter who shot an arrow at the Boar in front of him was embarrassed and tried to pull out the dagger he was wearing on his waist and remembered the rule not to fight with a melee weapon.

"Hehe, Jen... Heheheh!"

Yippee!

I threw myself aside, but the boar's movements were quick and clever.

To make sure you don't miss your target, the hunter turns his head and lifts it up and down, as if a horn-like length of fangs pierced the hunter's thighs.

And as I moved my neck around, my thighs ripped apart.

A hunter who quickly became disabled looked at a Boar with a frightening face, but a Boar knng! You stomp the hunter's head with a snoring nose.

Seeing the hunter vanish with a gust of gold, I was admiring him more than being afraid on the wall.

And the other hunter who watches it cools off.

No matter how many arrows there are, there is a problem.

Then a large number of hunters rush in to kill the Boars.

If one fast footman lures a Boar, the other hunters shoot a bow or javelin and harass him.

That was the problem.

It's not a joke, it's just a tease.

There was not one hunter who could hurt him.

There were skilled hunters aiming for vital areas such as the eyes, nose, and mouth, but the boars could be trickily avoided and defended with their eyelids like that.

The hunters who are being attacked are starting to retreat in horror.

"Hmm, I remember Nemea."

"Nemea?"

"Well... yes. There is such a thing."

"Ah! Why do you keep talking? I'm just trying to get over it!"

As the currents who were watching the hunters muttered, Atalante asked a curious question, but the currents shouted as soon as they didn't answer.

Atalante knows exactly what Nemea is.

Seeing that he was a hunter, he knew enough about animals and monsters not to be caught.

However, when the current mentioned the existence of Nemea right next to it, I became curious.

And the answer, oddly enough, came up, and Melea Gross said,

"The current next to you is the hero of Thebes, who went through his famous 12 trials with Hercules. You know, Nemea was called the Lion King, who doesn't work with spears and works with lions."

"Are you sure? Was his name Currency?"

As she looks at herself, the current blinks.

Didn't he tell you his name?

They must have traded names.

I rolled my eyes and thought about it, but I clearly remember telling her my name.

A few days ago, but instead of calling each other names, we started talking.

"Did I not tell you?"

"I didn't!"

"Why are you yelling?"

"Uuuggghhh! That's him! You didn't tell me!"

Whew, and the current sighed.

Atalante has no memory of the woman who gave her full name at the end of the race with the wagon.

You want me to hit you?

Do you think she'll remember if she squeezes her head?

The currents, who were seriously concerned, eventually squeezed Atalante's head, which was crouching beside him.

"Aargh! W-what are you doing?!"

She shouts, whether she was in pain or in tears.

"Hey, miss Atalante. I must have told you my name. Either he didn't remember my name because it wasn't happening at the time, or he didn't think I was buried in Hercules' reputation."

"Eh? Uh, when did I say that?"

"The day you raced the wagon recklessly."

"Ah. Right."

Then Atalante realizes his mistake, whether he remembered it or not.

Currents clearly informed her of her name, but at that time Atalante simply did not recall the value and reputation of her name.

Meleagros didn't know where the little pranks and relaxation that he was showing during the boar hunt came from.

"Don't you want to join us? Why are you just watching?"

"I do. Shall we start with me? Prince?"

"Huh?"

Atalante pulls out his bare bow and grabs it tightly in his hand, showing Meliagros a terrifying smile.

The first time she saw her smile, she frowned.

"See for yourself how different I am from those clumsy hunters."

"..... Sure."

Atalante starts running.

The speed and acceleration were remarkable, given that agility is close to 1000, the average stat of the gods.

That's great, and Melaagros is surprised at how quickly he mutters.

As Atalante proves to be a hunter, she quickly draws an arrow from the barrel on her back and shoots it.

Idiot!

Cuckoo!?

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I think I'm going on a trip next week.

I think I'm gonna be hanging out with a friend for a week.

... one of his friends is a woman.

The problem is not a boyfriend -- literally four years old?

Where do you want to go?

Do you recommend any destinations?

It's not what you think, and don't worry too much about sleeping in the boiler room.

Q. If I throw a coupon, will I be involved?

A. I'd love to do it if I could.

Q. Didn't the time zone say that the current is moving?

A. Mythical timeline is where the currents move, but I've never heard of anything that Melea Gross and Atalante knew before. Haha;;; Anyway, it's true that the current-centric event happened.

Q. What's the second occasion today?

A.. Duncan, Saper, check it out;;;

Q. Meanwhile, do you use more?

A. I'll see you tonight +_+. 12 o'clock blah blah.

Q. Well, let's skip the personal questions, and the currents catch the boars?

A.... everything on the next painting. And usually my novel follows a myth.