The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

But it doesn't matter.

No matter how others think of me, as long as he is gentle and affectionate to himself.

Fettered by the magic attached to the golden arrow of love, the heroes' contempt for her, the regret of abandoning the motherland, the sin of betraying his father, and the punishment of killing his brother with his own hands, Medea felt that these were all bearable.

There is only him in his own world, as long as he feels that he can be useful and can be happy because of it.

Obviously it is too extreme thinking mode, but it takes root and grows in the girl's mind so naturally and for granted, and then gradually begins to twist and decay...

——The birds that grew up in the nest chose to leave the nest because they were greedy for spring time.

——All I can rely on is myself...and the always elusive spring light.

(...Want to go back...)

When did it start?

The moment when the voice sounded like a fine whisper was the middle of the night when I dreamed back every midnight and found that the pillow had been wetted with tears unknowingly.

I couldn't find where the sound came from, and I couldn't find any trace of magic on my body.

The crying and old face of the father, the bloody and broken body of the brother, the husband smiled but coldly responded...

Everything was intertwined and distorted in this way and became the source of strange nightmares.

The contemptuous gazes of the fellow heroes and the rumors of the maids and servants made Medea almost a waste under the premise that he could not concentrate.

Regarding her extremely bad condition at the moment, the husband who should have taken good care of her had never devoted his attention to her because he had other things to deal with.

Jason, who married a foreign princess and took the golden fleece triumphant to complete the promise, returned to his homeland, Iolcus, but did not receive the treatment that was supposed to be a hero.

Not only the bad news of the death of the parents, but also the promise that has been violated.

[Just bring the Golden Fleece belt back to recognize your throne.

Iolcos King Pelias, who made this agreement with Jason, sat upright on the throne, and said with a bad smile that the previous agreement was just a joke.

Too much, the throne clearly belongs to him!

Jason, who almost lost his mind because of disappointment and rage, ordered his wife like this.

[That is just a despicable usurper.So Medea, help me kill Pelias!Then help me regain the glory and power that should belong to me?

In this way, Jason stubbornly asked her to raise the bloody butcher knife again for Medea, who was about to become useless due to the torture of the nightmare.

kill!

kill!!

Kill me Pelias who broke his oath!!!

Kill the king's blood relatives to me!!!!

By the way, that obstructive successor, the three princes will also be killed for me!!!!!

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Regarding Jason's request, Medea couldn't even find a reason to refuse.

Because she "loves" him.

Love to the extent that he can betray his relatives and his motherland.

So to help him, to kill in order to fulfill his wish, is simple and easy.

So in this way, preparations for the assassination proceeded quickly because of Jason's single-handed operation.

Soon, he invited Wang and his daughters to his home.

In the center of the living room is the big urn of the witch-what is in full there is the crystallization of mystery that Hecate taught to the girl.

Regardless of the girl whose eyes were tired from crying, Jason was so proud to introduce this secret technique.

And the girl did not go against her husband's wishes, showing her magic.Even though the hands that stirred the urn slowly became tired, they became heavier than the lead filled.

No one knew what she thought.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, since leaving her own country, has she ever had a moment of rest because of satisfaction?

No matter the heart or body, everything is being consumed, as if in a thick mist.

Such exhaustion has been forgotten.

Such sadness has been forgotten.

Ah, speaking of it, it was for this kind of thing that I started to learn magic in the first place...?

Already...don't remember...

(...Want to go back...)

Chopped up the old and immobile sheep and threw them into the big urn, the pale flesh and bones melted away in a weird "grumbling" and "babbled" manner.

Then, with the magic light shining on the girl's hand, the old sheep, which should have been dissolved without a trace, was "resurrected" just like that.

There is nothing wrong, "resurrection".

Glossy coat color, energetic eyes-the old lamb is reborn as a lamb in Medea's hands like this.

It's just the truth of the facts, only the girl who silently manipulates everything knows.

Resurrection, resurrection.

The "miracle" that only God can perform, displayed through magic, is just a scam that only oneself knows.

[So awesome, teacher, the bird is alive.

[Medea, do you think the bird is really coming alive?

[Is it not?

[This is just a'copy'.Constructed by magic operation and equivalent exchange, it is a'alive' fake that has the'memory' of the original holder.

[Sounds so complicated, Medea doesn't understand.