Greek and Roman Mythology

I don't know if it's heading in the right direction for Kernin, but it's as clear as Dionysus is heading this way.

Many footprints on the ground in the direction they were heading were left other than human footprints, and some were estimated to be animal footprints.

Seeing that the footsteps have not been erased recently, we should be able to follow this soon.

I'm speeding up.

As I ran as I felt the glimpse of the landscape passing by, not long ago, I saw a wall that had traces of time left.

The currents that saw the footsteps also led that way ran towards the wall as if they didn't need to see the ground anymore.

In front of the wall, there are many people... and half a dozen people in mythology.

And there is one sacred thing that is felt in the crowd.

Dionysus.

I stopped running and looked closely at those gathered in this hillside.

In a word, what I felt when I saw it was a mess.

Women dancing and singing with sticks wrapped in ivory vines.

The men who play cheerfully with their instruments, holding their bottles and panting.

And the most obvious of them was the leopard in the crowd and the woman on top of it.

Dionysus.

Riding a leopard is different.

Beauty can't be ascertained in detail as people gather around her, but she wears a minidress that sticks to her fancy body.

"Well..."

Dionysus came as a woman to a slightly fresher shock, but it doesn't matter why they don't go inside in front of the gates of Kernin.

The gate was sealed even though it wasn't midnight yet.

At the base of the wall and at the door, some soldiers looked down and were agitated, standing firmly on top of the wall.

After some time, the soldiers on the wall look back and see the Savior bowing his head as if he were coming.

'I can't hear what you're saying here. "

The conversation in front of the 100 metres is audible, but I can't understand the language because the sound is mixed into the loud barrels and playing instruments in front of the gate.

You make a quick wish and head to the place where a group of followers of Dionysus gathers.

You can feel the smell of alcohol creeping at your eyes as you move quickly to the gate.

"...."

All of a sudden, people show up, but no one around them cares, and no one even looks at the walls.

Even if you show up in a place where there was nothing, you still don't care.

I looked around at it a little bitterly, and I met Dionysus.

You look at her with interested eyes and smile as if the currents have nothing to hide.

"Hmmm! Be quiet for a moment!"

The soldiers on the wall slash their necks and shout.

I screamed really hard, but the voice was quickly buried.

I've been asked to be quiet, but Dionysus' followers are talking even more.

However, for a moment, Dionysus raises one hand, and the ripples are silent as if lying on the waves.

He showed how well he was following Dionysus, even though he was drunk and had difficulty discerning himself.

"Thank you, Dionysus. And here comes the king."

The soldiers and everyone gathered here raised their heads above the wall, saying the king had come out.

The king, clothed in luxurious fabric, bowed his head toward Dionysus as soon as the warriors appeared on the walls of the bronze wall.

"First of all, I want to apologize for this. Sorry, Dionysus."

"What are you talking about! Dionisos is here, and he's locked the door behind him!"

"That's your attitude towards God! Open the door and get ready for the festival!"

The king said, shouting at the people around Dionysus.

Dionysus is silent, but his followers are chattering loudly.

Several of the soldiers seem to be on the move soon.

The king stared terribly at the drunks who were sniffing around Dionysus.

The king and even the soldiers were giving disgusting glances, and the king opened his mouth, shaking his eyes.

"We can't open the door. Dionysus."

He said decisively.

Not looking at Dionysus, but talking to the drunken followers.

Dionysus was not angry or angry with the statement.

Instead, I raised my hand quietly.

Seeing that, everyone's gaze gathered naturally.

You want to unleash your power?

The currents mutter as they feel a faint sacred force emanating from her body, though they may not feel those around them.

As expected, she expressed her power.

You wiggle something underneath the gate, and something reaches for the locked gate at an incredible rate.

A plant.

We don't know what kind of tree it is, but the tree that extends through the gate soon showed tremendous strength.

A tightly closed gate groans and shatters.

It was not an enemy siege weapon, but when the gate was pierced with God's hands, the king's face was reflected and shouted.

"Stop them! Stop them from entering!"

Soldiers under the walls, ordered by the king, huddle in front of the gates.

The gate is breached.

The soldiers standing in front of the gate hold their shields tight.

However, since fewer than thirty soldiers are carrying shields, it is difficult to stop hundreds of them.

Warriors and soldiers flock from inside the gate.

Followers who saw the soldiers blocking the breached gates began to get angry, blushing their faces.

"No, why are you blocking the door when Dionysus is about to enter?"

"Are you kidding me? What are you doing blocking God's path?"

"Don't you know who Dionysus is?"

There's nothing to see in their excited eyes.

Drunk people don't know when to turn.

Hundreds of simple troublemakers are no problem.

However, it was a problem that many of the followers here were mixed, and above all, there was Dionysus.

The king swallowed his saliva and pleaded with Dionysus.

"Dionysus! You can't do this! My wife died yesterday! The queen, the mother of the country, is supposed to die and be buried, and it makes perfect sense to drink and celebrate!"

Dionysus is still speechless.

I looked like I was thinking about it.

However, the followers around her seem to be ready to charge towards the gates at any time before she makes her decision.

Dozens of Centauri advance, the most aggressive of them all, followed by another faction.

The elves shudder around as if they were about to use magic.

In this situation, if Dionysus says he'll be back in three days, I don't know if they'll listen to her.

The king became increasingly nervous by the sudden appearance of the sudden.

"A week! No, just give me three days. In three days' time, even if we open up the treasury, we'll throw a festival with all our heart...!"

[Quest has occurred.]

[Dionysus, she's the god of liquor and festivals.]

[Wherever she goes, a great number of followers are celebrating every village and country that passes by, regardless of race.]

[When she visits a country that was at war, it is her courtesy and promise to stop the war with the hostile country and hold a festival.]

[But now the country of Kernin is not a festival worthy.]

[The mood of the country is very gloomy because of the death of the queen who was usually in good spirits yesterday.]

[Her death is mourned by the nobles and countless people of this country.]

[It may be a good way to change the mood through the festival, but it doesn't make sense to hold a festival without a funeral yet, and it's not a courtesy of the dead.]

[The king is desperately trying to stop Dionysus and her followers from visiting, but in this situation, it doesn't end with simply blocking the visit.]

[During the past few days, followers have been visiting Kernin with the expectation that the festival in the forest and the atmosphere has increased considerably and will finally have a proper festival.]

[But in this situation, it is not possible for them to take a few days off and play the festival again.]

[Even in a war where there are so many casualties, when she visits, the festival opens.]

[For those who comfort and commemorate the dead through the festival, stopping them means they don't want to open the festival.]

[No matter how drunk the followers are, following Dionysus' advice comes first and respecting her manners, it doesn't work in this state of excitement.]

[Hundreds of followers of Dionysus and the Kernin Nation soldiers will suffer heavy casualties.]

[There are two options for you here.]

[Help Kernin stop Dionysus' followers.]

[Help Dionysus' followers to forcibly hold a festival in Kernin.]

[What would you like to do?]

[Of course, it's also possible to watch Dugga here without choosing an option.]

[If you help Kernin: Increases your chances of building a Temple in Kernin Nation. Dionysus and her followers have declined in affection and friendship.]

[When you help Dionysus' followers: Dionysus' followers across the country think you're friendly. Dionysus' appeal increases. The kings, nobles, and people of the country, Chernin, do not think well of you.]

Oh, even in these troubled situations, the quest never stops.

The current carefully read the system message before his eyes and smiled.

The mind is already tilted.

The currents that were among Dionysus' followers disappeared and quickly appeared beside King Kernin.

At the sudden appearance of the current, the soldiers and the king were startled and vigilant.

The undaunted current, with the appearance of soldiers who seem to be about to draw their weapons soon, said to the king, shoulder to shoulder.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm here to help. Consider it an honor."

I sighed as they looked at me with an unbelievable face and reached my hand towards the bottom of the wall.

Darkness rises from the arms of the current.

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Somehow I turned Dionysus into a bitch;

The names of the countries in the Greek mythology are, unfortunately, difficult to find except in famous places.

So there are fictional states like "Hege" and "Kernin."

I'm writing a novel based on mythology... and I'm telling you this because I feel like someone who trusts me and reads it.

Oh, and the reason I'm having such an irregular period is because...

To tell you the truth, I sleep a lot between 9: 00 and 10: 00, so...

Time has become so irregular;

I'll try not to be late... * Sobbing *

Q. But how strong is the current?

A. Zeus Wankiel A.VI, Poseidon Charles Wankiel A.VI... Moving videos doesn't necessarily bring them down.

Q. Recently, the timing has been too weird.

A. I changed my bedtime;;; I changed my playtime.

Q. Is Kansler a Bakgan, too, Joke?

A. I knew.

Q. I'm sorry to ask, but do you make money on this?

A. Well, it's a hobby, but the reason I can write like this is because I'm a student, not a worker. Money, frankly, doesn't get as many views as the people in Tube One through Five, and they live on the coupons you give them.

Q. Why do currents not fly in the clouds as gods?

A. Riding the clouds... doesn't require storytelling. Just boom, boom, boom. Then the quest will be skipped and the writer will be stunned how to proceed. If it wasn't so urgent, you wouldn't have to look so divine...

Q. Are you also Crinica?

A. Yeah, I tried it once because it was floating in the Naver Games rankings, and it was fun. I want to raise an assassin. But someone took the grieving soul...