After forcibly taking dea's purity, I allowed her to rest for a while before discreetly sending her back to her room. It was imperative that no one knew she had visited
tonight. The invaluable information dea provided about defeating the Dragon was crucial, and her unwavering loyalty was now mine. She had swiftly chosen to follow , showing no concern for her father, the King.
Her sole desire was to be with , and she had fallen head over heels in a remarkably short span of ti.
dea's devotion was profound; I was confident she would never betray . Instead, her loyalty was so intense that she would willingly kill anyone for my sake.
The next morning, I awoke to find Semiramis already up. Her restless deanor suggested a poor night's sleep.
"Lord Commander... may I ask sothing?" she inquired hesitantly.
"You may," I replied, slipping into my clothes.
"How... how did you get the Princess... hum..."
"In my bed and how I took her? If you wanted details, you should have stayed and watched," I replied, my tone dismissive.
"It's not that! I just can't believe it! If the King learns about this..."
"By the ti he finds out, it will already be too late. We will be far away," I assured her, my voice filled with contempt. The King should already be grateful that I am wasting my precious ti on his ridiculous challenge or whatever nonsense it is.
As we stepped out, we were imdiately t by a group of knights.
"The King ordered us to take you to the Golden Fleece," one of them announced.
We followed them, soon eting the other four. They were heavily ard, clearly apprehensive about the threat guarding the Golden Fleece. They appeared well-prepared for the upcoming confrontation.
Heracles looked at
with a stern expression. "I tried to arrange a deal, and you refused. You can only bla yourself for what is about to happen."
"I will take both the Golden Fleece and dea, and you will be left with nothing but tears," Jason added, his eyes filled with determination.
I observed them for a mont before turning away, dismissing them entirely. I was disappointed. Were these the great heroes of Greek myths I had heard so much about on Earth? Of course, myths often exaggerated their characters for the sake of the story and to increase their fa, but I had still expected more.
We walked for about half an hour until we reached a cliff, protected by imposing gates.
"We cannot accompany you beyond this point," the soldiers declared before turning back, leaving us at the cliff's edge.
"Now, it's getting exciting," Jason grinned, gripping his sword tightly.
"Let's be careful," Heracles cautioned, his voice steady.
I allowed them to walk ahead, considering the possibility of dangerous traps lying in wait. Atalanta seed to read my thoughts, shooting
a sharp glare.
"Coward," she hissed.
"Don't waste your ti. Your Goddess will be angry," I retorted.
"Don't speak so informally of Goddess Artemis!" she snapped, her eyes flashing with indignation.
I truly couldn't care less about her deity. My indifference was evident.
"Don't answer his provocations, Atalanta," Orpheus interjected, his tone asured.
He was clearly the smartest of the group, and I decided to glean so information from him.
"After this, will you be taking part in the upcoming war against the Trojans?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Orpheus was montarily taken aback by my question but soon nodded. "That is the plan. We are defending our pride by upholding King nelaus's honor. The Trojan Prince must be punished for his cri," he explained.
I understood the gist of it. Paris, the Prince of Troy, had been invited by King nelaus for a potential alliance through marriage to his daughter. Instead, he betrayed nelaus and kidnapped his wife, Helen. Helen of Troy. The na resonated with a familiar ring.
"Are you going to participate in the war, Lord Commander? Being from a foreign continent, I suppose you won't," Orpheus inquired, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"I have no interest in a war fought over a cheated husband. It's embarrassingly trivial. That king should just end his own life; it would save many lives and the little pride he might have left," I said bluntly.
Orpheus and the others were rendered speechless by my harsh words. A war that would cause extensive bloodshed and the fall of a once-peaceful city over a single woman seed absurd to . If nelaus truly wanted her back, he should undertake the task alone instead of dragging other kings and princes into his personal vendetta because he was powerless on his own.
"Stop! I sense a dangerous presence!" Heracles commanded, halting us after a ten-minute walk.
I peered into the darkness with my single, shining eye, narrowing it slightly. As expected, a true dragon.
"Graaahhhhh!" The roar echoed through the cave, shaking its very foundations and causing stones to fall from the ceiling.
Semiramis shielded both herself and
as I observed silently.
"A dragon!" Orpheus exclaid in shock.
Erging from the shadows, a massive golden dragon flew high above, its scales illuminating the entire cave with a radiant glow.
"Finally! I can see the Golden Fleece!" Jason exclaid, his eyes fixed on the treasure hanging on a tree several hundred ters away.
No sooner had he spoken than a torrent of flas erupted from the dragon's mouth, cutting off our path and lting the ground. The dragon was determined to prevent us from reaching it.
"Cover !" Heracles shouted, cracking his knuckles before leaping high toward the dragon.
BADOOOM!
With a single punch, Heracles sent the dragon crashing against the wall. But as he landed, he groaned in pain, his right fist heavily bruised and red.
"The scales are incredibly strong. If even Heracles' fists can't penetrate them, how can we defeat it?" Orpheus remarked, concern evident in his voice.
"With swords, of course!" Jason laughed, kicking off the ground with inhuman speed. He reached the dragon and brought his sword down with a mighty swing. The shockwave reverberated through the cave, powerful enough to blast away even the strongest opponents.
Following Jason's attack, a rain of arrows shot toward the dragon's face. Atalanta, with her bow, fired arrow after arrow at a frightening speed, each one striking the dragon's body powerfully.
Yet...
"Graaaah!" The dragon roared even more ferociously, swinging its massive tail toward Jason.
"Shit!" Jason brought his sword up to shield himself, but it shattered upon impact, and he was sent crashing to the ground.
"Jason!" Orpheus rushed to his side, likely to heal him.
"Heracles!"
"I know!" Heracles clenched his fists, and the ground rumbled beneath him. His fists glowed bright red, and the very air around them trembled.
"Fists of the Goddess!" Heracles shouted, swinging his fists with imnse power.
BADOOOOOM!
The dragon was knocked back, roaring in pain. So of its scales showed faint cracks, but the damage was minimal.
"How is that possible?" Heracles was shocked.
He wasn't the only one.
His fists indeed strong enough to destroy even mountains but it barely scratched the dragon.
"Because you are weak," I replied, stepping forward.
It was ti to end this embarrassing display.
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