Greek and Roman Mythology

It's beautiful.

It's the first thing Iason thought of when he saw her.

She was superior to the heroes of the women on the Arko, with a superior appearance and body that was never lacking.

Above all, his heart trembled greatly because he was an unfit woman and instinctively recognized it.

Maybe he stared at her blankly with his mouth open.

Medea looks down at her body and looks around.

Naturally, nothing's wrong.

Clothes were clean and new, so there was nothing buried, and there was no time.

"What's the matter?"

"Ah! Nothing, it's just that you're so beautiful."

"Is that right? Thank you."

"I'm late for my introduction. My name is Iasson, captain of the Argo."

"Yes, nice to meet you. Yi 'a customer."

Medea lowers her head, and as soon as she finishes her greeting, Prectas splits her gaze between Iason and Medea.

"Haha, no matter how pretty my daughter is, I can't give her to you. I'm not giving it to anyone until the dirt gets in my eyes."

"Isn't that a little overprotective?"

Prectas smiles softly and shakes his hand at Iaxon.

To him, a princess named Medea was more precious than a daughter.

I was thankful that I grew up well, but I was also a powerful magician, so it was a blessing for the country.

When Prectas thought about it and said something like that to Iason, Medea slowly slowed down her father Prectas and stepped back.

Iasson glanced at the corners of Medea's clothes following behind him, but he had no choice but to confront King Pretez who was immediately speaking to him.

Iasson steps forward to the castle in front of his eyes, returning to his taste.

Hmmm...

Medea snorts, looking at Aiasson like a fool.

She turned her head in the gaze behind her, and knew that as expected, many heroes were looking behind her.

The heroes who look at her are slightly embarrassed and do not turn their heads.

Medea feels disgusted inside, but still smiles like a princess from another country.

Then they too were like Iasson.

I can't believe you got caught up in such a light enchantment.

I can't even laugh.

Since birth, Medea was blessed with Mana and was born with the power of enchantment.

This power was a seductive force, except for those who led to blood.

However, it was not so much that the strength was weak that it made me fall in love, but it was the kind that made me feel good.

However, even though the power of enchantment was weak, she and her beauty developed synergy and a strong effect.

There are heroes who have seen so many beautiful women as proof of that!

Medea smiles as she laughs.

Satisfied.

"If these captains..."

Worth using

The 50 people that followed were amazing to her.

Everyone has a different specialty, but it is certain that everyone is strong.

If they get it wrong, you think they can turn this Colkiss country upside down?

It's all speculation.

Of course, they can't be harmless.

At least a few of us will die more than half.

'I don't want to.'

Anyway, Medea decided to seduce Iason.

We still don't know why he came all the way from that far-off country to Colkiss.

At least it was worth it.

'In this boring place.'

To get out...

He-

His crew...

Using it, Medea, who decided to seduce her, slightly applied a needle to her dry lips and sparkled her eyes.

But...

Medea's head naturally turns and looks at a man.

His eyes were dull, unlike those of other male heroes who stared at themselves.

He was one of the most...

'Dangerous.'

Yes, it's dangerous

She evaluated the drip like that.

Above all, this was the intuition she felt when she first saw him.

...

..

.

The banquet was filled with delicious food and spectacular things to nod at.

... There wasn't much to see, actually.

It's just a courtesy call.

Drink and food came in, and there was nothing more to be given by beautiful women.

And unfortunately, all the women who were approaching Seung Ryu had to move to a different place as they were driven out by female heroes.

The women sitting next to the currents were competing to drink or feed each other.

The currents watched as the king and Iason sat side by side, eating their food and liquor.

'How long will I be able to smile with that face?'

Maybe it's because you don't know you're here for the golden fleece, right?

But here's the thing.

Can't we just cut the Golden Fleece in half?

Then maybe it's good for each other.

I thought while chewing the delicious food that came into my mouth.

In fact, my brother is dead because of the golden wool, and Iason is so unhappy.

A man like Iasson may or may not be dead, but Medea is a different story.

It's impossible for such a beautiful woman to experience such an unfortunate event, cancer.

Gulp -

"Currents, try this too."

"Oh, yeah."

The currents that swallowed hot rotting and coming out of the food were thoughts.

Even if you split that Golden Fleece in half... The result will be the same.

Taking the golden fleece into consideration, Medea became unhappy on her own.

This is a game, so you can play the story, but it was inevitable that Medea would become unhappy if it went the way it was.

Whether she took half her golden fleece or all, she carved her brother with a sword to stop his father and his soldiers from chasing him.

Hmm?

And the currents finally realized that a quest had occurred.

The frown of King Pretes, who was talking with a big smile, solidified.

At the same time, the rowdy banquet hall began to quiet down gradually.

Medea, who was sitting next to the king, was also looking at Iaxon with a slightly surprised look, and everyone's gaze turned to the curious king and Iaxon.

Iason, who received everyone's gaze but did not lose his relaxation, put down the cup with a smile that made him feel warm from seeing.

"That's what you heard. We... have come from Iolcos to Kolkis to retrieve the Golden Fleece. Fifty heroes."

"... You don't think I don't know that the Golden Fleece was given to me by my father, Prixos, here at Colchis? Give it back."

"Wait, Father...? You mean Prixos is your father?"

"Yes, my father is Prince Prixos, who was banished from the Iolcos. I am his son. And yet you want me to give you back the Golden Fleece? Ridiculous, yes. Did you come here without knowing that?"

"Ha, but the golden fleece belongs to our Iolcos, isn't it?"

"Huh... That's funny."

King Prectas seems to have a lot to say, but he smiles bitterly and dips his drink in his mouth and grabs a drink.

Seeing that, Iasson was slightly embarrassed.

I never thought Prixos' son would be king!

The king of ColKiss didn't just give up the princess, he gave up the king's seat, the whole kingdom of ColKiss, to Prixos.

Iasson felt a headache and was unable to grasp what to do now.

Prectace smiles and opens his mouth to see if Iaxon was embarrassed.

"Actually, when I said I was from Iolcos, I thought I'd just get rid of it with the military."

"..."

"But I can't kill you for no reason, so I thought I'd find out what you're here for - but the story worked out so well, and you liked it. Oh, don't get me wrong. It's not the kind of man you think you are, it's your drinking buddy you're talking to. It would have been a good time if you hadn't brought up the Golden Fleece story by the way."

"..."

Prectace smiles, still silent, and slowly stands up.

"I came for the Golden Fleece, but I can't just send it back. I'll be back here tomorrow, so play freely and rest well until then."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, if you want your Golden Fleece back, you'll have to pass my test, and I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Oh, you can ask the maids when you leave. And... I swear on my Stix!"

Why the Stix all of a sudden?

It's the name of an oath I've heard for a long time.

Currents ate food while watching what he had to say.

"Heroes from Greece, rest and enjoy. As long as you don't get into any trouble, I won't touch you."

Prectace stepped away from the banquet hall, speaking as if he were using a wire.

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Test period cold radicals.

I tried, but thank you for reading.

Yeah, you can't follow me around like that. Hahahahahahahahaha...

Damn, that's bitter.

Anyway, I have to study.

Sorry about that.