Me, Hydra

As he said that, Hercules was the first to rush into the fire.

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Time passed quickly, and it was already the next day since the night raid by Quintus and the others.

Because of the fire, this surprise attack directly burned a quarter of the Greek allied army's provisions.

However, it was clear that this surprise attack had a lot of luck in it, and in the face of 300,000 troops, not many people must have thought that someone would actually take advantage of the dangerous night to attack an enemy camp that was dozens of times their own strength.

It was precisely because of this thought that the Greek allied army's defense was somewhat lax, which could be seen from the fact that its secret sentry was actually sleeping while on duty.

"How was the rest~"

Looking at the waking Quintus, Leonidas handed him the glass of water.

Shrugging his shoulders, the newly awake Quintus took the glass of water and drank it down.

"Fine, then again, it was hard to pull off a successful surprise attack, but can't you relax with a glass of barley wine?"

"Hey, there's a rule in the army that you can't drink in times of war. When this war is won, I'll buy you as much as you want to drink!"

Hearing Leonidas's words, Quintus stood up with an unhappy face, because last night was the early morning return, so Quintus was the one who fell asleep on the bed without even taking off his clothes.

"Net talk is useless, by the way, what time is it?"

"It's noon, the conversion should be around twelve forty, and you've had a good, thunderous night's sleep."

With a shrug of his shoulders, Quintus also looked helpless.

"Whenever you sleep at three or four in the morning like I do you'll be like me~"

"But I saw your face when you left~"

As he said it, Leonidas shook his head.

After straightening his colors, Leonidas said.

"The results of this surprise attack were much better than expected, with 300,000 troops directly losing a quarter of their provisions, and almost a few thousand of the quilts they had prepared for the winter burned. Although it wasn't so much of a wound, the blow to their morale was immeasurable!"

"Morale is an important thing, especially against the Greek allies. Their city-states already have a history of grudges against each other, and their formations often had inexplicable problems when they were fighting them before. And now the problem was even worse. Although the upper nobles of their city-state had agreed to a union, the underlying feud wasn't something that the upper levels could manage. Think about it, can you share the pain of your father's murderous enemies? There's a shortage of food, a shortage of quilts, and right now it's the turn of autumn and winter, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Thousands of quilts are missing, and there's even the possibility of a mutiny if that old man Perseus doesn't handle it right!"

Nodding, Quintus smiled as well.

"I can't help it, who made them choose to launch their expedition at the turn of autumn and winter? If they put up with it and wait until next spring...then there's even less to play with, and by then we'll probably have all our defensive equipment ready~"

Nodding, just as Leonidas was about to say something, a hand was suddenly lifted off the side of the tent.

Taking a couple of breaths, Hippolyta said curtly.

"For unfavorable guarding, Perseus was removed by the council of Greece from his lordship! But the scout squad hasn't heard the slightest bit of news about who the new main general is!"

At the news, Leonidas and Quintus frowned in unison.

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Coding in a classroom is really torture....

Volume I: Text - 112 - In constant flux

While Sparta was cheering there, the Greek allied army on the other side was sad.

"The meaning of the council has come out, my dereliction of duty is too great, 300,000 troops directly burned a quarter of their provisions... haha, I can even foresee the view from the gallows after returning to Greece.... "

As he said that, a bitter smile rose on Perseus's face.

"What a surprise, since that group of maniacs in Sparta dared to let five hundred people attack the general camp of three hundred thousand allied troops, it's just that they lost..."

Hearing the words of Perseus, the aside Hercules frowned and said, "But you are not entirely to blame for this! The Spartan raid was too swift, and none of us expected it before now. It was our shared responsibility, why did the council single-handedly..."

At Hercules' words, Perseus shook his head.

"No, the responsibility lies with me. A quarter of the rations and a few thousand quilts of the three hundred thousand allied troops were burned to the ground...that's a quarter of the three hundred thousand allied troops! That translates into not even a small country's reserve of foodstuffs that much! It won't be long before winter sets in and the loss of thousands of blankets means at least a few warrior nights of suffering every day! It's a responsibility you can't afford, and neither can I. But we will need a scapegoat to take all the blame! You are young, and you should not die yet. And I am old and dead...and dead."

As he said that, Perseus seemed to look away, and his eyes revealed a listlessness that hadn't been there before.

"Because of being discovered by Hydra while sneaking up on Medusa when she was young, it was the goddess Athena who lost the Shield of Equus, the Great God of Hades who lost her Invisibility Helmet and the bag of gods that Hephaestus, who was once the god of craftsmanship, had created specifically to keep the curse away. It was because of my youth, and then again no matter how much I tried to mend the stain could always be a reason for people to attack me. The gods, on the other hand, needed a scapegoat that existed to save their face. It was me then, and it's still me now. There is nothing to fear anymore...Hercules."

Hearing Perseus call himself, Hercules even agreed, "At."

Nodding his head, Perseus continued.

"The Council's re-chosen Lord General is on his way here, and I am leaving the fortress to return to Athens for trial. You are my best bet here, and you will be the one to preside over this void until the new Lord arrives."

Hearing the words of Perseus, Hercules said incredulously, "This is an important time for the stabilization of the people, why would the council ask you to leave so immediately?!"

Not only Hercules, but also the other heroes on the sidelines were incredibly wide-eyed.

Right now Sparta's raid had just passed, and the burning of the foodstuffs was only a lead-in. What then erupted was the mutual distrust of the various city-states as well as the struggle for food and quilts. Transferring Perseus away under these circumstances...or if they chose to talk about Perseus taking away after the new Lord General arrived was acceptable, but to just transfer him away like this...it was like digging your own grave.

Nodding, Perseus explained.

"Because the War Council in Athens has been unable to sit still... The War Council was formed in a council dedicated to Sparta and was made up of the elders of each city-state. Because of my dereliction of duty, not only the front lines are on edge, but even the people in the great rear have become war-weary and clear. At this time, they needed an outlet for the people in the rear to vent their anger... As the scapegoat, I was naturally which one was chosen~"

When it came to the rest of the story, there was even more poking fun in Perseus' voice, but it was filled with bitterness no matter how it sounded....

After a moment of silence, Hercules nodded.

"Don't worry, I will be the one to hold the place until the new Lord arrives!"

Upon hearing this, Perseus nodded, and a haze instantly rose in the sky that was still middle-aged, and the skin that had been tight and tight began to slowly turn old and slack, and one after another, age spots appeared sporadically on Perseus's face. The pupils that had sparkled with wisdom were also beginning to cloud.

The straight as a lad's waist also played down, his hair white. It was as if Perseus had instantly aged forty or fifty years.

"My lord!"

"I'm fine..."

Stopping the crowd that was coming up, Perseus said calmly.

"I have no more use for it, and the people of Greece do not want to see a defeated army still in power. The god Zeus has taken back my immortality, perhaps it should have been taken back a long time ago? At least it won't leave so many curses like this. I leave, and look to all of you to join me."

As he spoke, Perseus placed the golden blade at his waist in front of Hercules.

"Watch him, this is the marshal's seal. You will give it to the new Lord General when he arrives here."

Having said that, Perseus walked on his own towards the door of the tent.

On either side of the doorway were messengers of the council, and behind him a wagon cell. It was obvious that this was the prison cell for Perseus.