Greek and Roman Mythology

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Yes?"

Atalante bows and apologizes to the first order of preparation at his side.

In a sudden apology, the man once said something unknowingly stuffy, and he pondered what he was sorry about.

Then, he blurted his head as if he had realized that he had just burst into laughter.

"Ah-ha-ha - You mean you'll beat me?"

"Of course. What went wrong?" Well, I don't think it's too late for that. Why don't you come down? Then I will save you in particular. "

"Don't be ridiculous. Why don't you prepare to call me" sir "or" sir "or" sir "?"

"Hehe.."

Atalante and the first man are positioned side by side on the starting line.

And when the blue flags came down from afar as a signal, they left as quickly as possible at the same time.

It was the first man to step forward after taking off his feet.

"Oh!"

"Run! Beat it!"

The crowd cheered for the first player ahead.

However, for a moment, people had no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

Atalante really slows down and starts running at an incredible speed.

His arms moved back and forth and his pink hair, tied tightly, flared towards his back.

The frizzy white skin begins to fester red, and her legs move quickly.

The way she was running was beautiful and cool.

The thin legs run straight ahead on the track, and the wind pushes her back as she accelerates.

The first guy on the street?

That was a long time ago.

The man hesitates to sit down to watch Atalante running ahead of him, reducing his dazzled pace.

Her speed was too fast to catch up.

"Atalante wins!"

After lightly winning the first victory, Atalante sighed and waved his hands to the man sitting behind him.

And the man was dragged away by the Shadows and executed in front of everyone.

Seeing him turn to gold dust and disappear, people swallowed their saliva.

"Hey, this is not a joke...?"

Many people murmured as if they didn't know if they were really going to choke.

Of the 15 who realized that losing to a real run would kill them, the remaining 14 were nervous and sweaty.

And I looked at him in the second order, feeling sorry for him, and the last man smiled - in this tense situation.

If someone in the middle beats Atalante, he or she will live, and even if he or she beats up to 14 people, he or she will be quite tired by that time.

At that point, beating the exhausted Atalante became a very good situation.

You can't give up now.

Eventually, the game proceeded in sequence.

The second man kept implying to himself that he could win, but he lost.

The third man looks down at Atalante and loses with the word "be prepared."

Third, fourth, fifth…… and the last person was also defeated in the end.

All 15 of the 3600 finals who were chosen for their overwhelming ability to run were defeated and executed by Atalante, and no one could say a word.

Even losers are rebellious! Or I can't admit it! It was too overwhelming a difference.

Of course, there's no way I can say anything.

One, two were executed, and even when everyone was executed, Atalante did not look tired at all.

Atalante was victorious until the last match, sorry for the dead, but she didn't let them at all because she believed that only the one who defeated her could make her happy.

He looked at Iasos sitting in front of him, thinking that he was the one who was watching him to the end.

Instead of drinking, she looks at Atalante, who wipes the sweat off her face with a towel on the track with a puzzling face.

"What do you think? Am I right? There's no one to beat her."

"Huh... That was fast, huh? Amazing..."

"Hahaha... Poisonous, by the way. to see you execute those who lost in the race without mercy."

"Of course it is. Don't you promise? If you win the race, you'll be the husband of Princess Arcadia."

Iassos pours a glass at the execution site, watching the golden powder fly away.

Then I got up from my seat.

The execution is over, and there will be no more challengers for a while, and if I lose my life, I will not challenge them.

Iassos waves his hand at the current and disappears into the shadows.

Shadow and his men escorted the remaining spectators back to the palace after the match.

And the remaining Hippomenes remained in the stadium without returning to the royal palace.

The face of Hippomenes, sitting alone where everyone left off, is dazed and looks like a fool.

"Beautiful..."

"It was beautiful."

Hippomenes stares blankly into the air and recalls Atalante running on the track a little while ago.

As I flew my pink hair and light clothing behind me, I could see him breathing and running in the streets.

Hippomenes' beautiful appearance of her running at the speed that overwhelms men was palpitating.

At first, I felt too stupid to risk my life to get married.

Stupid. There is only one life, but the men who run after the status of princesses are so pathetic.

Of course, the first time I saw Atalante, I just thought she was pretty.

There was no heartbeat at all and I didn't think of anything.

You just don't have a relationship with me. It's just a simple idea.

"But I changed my mind."

It was beautiful enough to feel like I wanted to run with the wind.

He quietly places his hand on his beating heart.

"Is this... love?"

Yes, it would be love.

There have been many virgins who love themselves for the first time in their lives, but their hearts have never been more throbbing than now.

Hippomenes thought that perhaps Eros, daughter of the goddess of love, shot a golden arrow at him.

Then he looked up at the sky and put his hands together and prayed.

"Goddess."

Then close your eyes.

I desperately, desperately prayed for hope.

I want Atalante to beat his heart.

It was Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty who made me feel that way.

Yes, Goddess Aphrodite made me feel this way.

So, um...

"Goddess, now that you've made my heart beat..."

So, um...

"This violent beating heart wants my love..."

Do you want to...

"To beat her..."

Please help us.

Please... do me a favor... so...

"You, or your daughter, have made my heart beat so hard! So Aphrodite, please do me a favor."

He closed his eyes and prayed to Aphrodite with all his strength to make his wish different.

When I prayed for about 30 minutes in ecstasy, only with the beating of my heart beating hot --

Finally, she appears.

"What do you want?"

A blonde woman in a translucent, thin dress in pink, sitting on a cloud.

She was aphrodite with a face that was considered more beautiful and sacred than Atalante, or rather than anyone else.

"Gulp."

Hippomenes literally swallowed her saliva by looking at the aphrodite in front of her.

Aphrodite was that attractive.

The sweet smell of honey spread around the moment she appeared.

The moment he saw her body, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

An ant's tight buttocks on a cut waist.

Lying on the clouds, my chest seemed to ignore the laws of gravity, my long legs and my shiny thighs, which I saw underneath my dress, broke my eyes.

But the sacred energy in her body prevents her from thinking dirty thoughts.

"He's a handsome, beautiful boy. What do you want?"

The goddess asked me again.

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