I'm putting on a vest

The temple follows another set of sunrise and sunset times, the outside is still full of stars, but the inside is already a gentle sunny day.Medea was playing games with the maid on the lawn, but she didn't look happy. She looked a little uneasy, and looked at the exit from time to time, then looked away again.

The maids may or may not know these things.They are just cooperating with the princess.

Finally, a figure appeared at the entrance, and Medea stood up. The golden ball that was supposed to be photographed by her fell from her knees, rolled up on the lawn, and rolled to the man's feet, and did not Moved.

Medea stared at the visitor.

Her face was pale, and she seemed to have a premonition before she saw him, this premonition is like you are running on a downhill road, getting faster and faster and you can't stop, and you know Below is the endless abyss.

Ranbu saw a ray of sunlight passing through her back, just piercing her chest, which looked like a golden arrow shot down from the sky.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

And really like an arrow, he gently pressed his hand on the chest where the light shot out.

Her expression was originally a little stiff, but now it became sticky and soft like honey, and her face gradually flushed, feeling the pain of love.

"Well, very well," said Medea, weak but not without dignity.

She took one last look at the visitor, turned her head to the maids, and said to them, "Get out of here now."

The person she was waiting for came.

Medea looked at the person coming.

He has black and soft hair, delicate and pale face, he has not lost his youthful innocence, and the world praises heroes, but he looks like he can't even get rid of a demon pig that is raging in the country.

Even so, Love manifested in his form and came to her.

She wanted to sigh, but tears left her body faster than sighs, and she cried.

When she cried and raised her head to look at him, she looked very soft and lovely, and her voice was also thin, a girl's voice.

"I am in pain," she said, "I am in pain, but I still want to meet you."

"You're the leader of the aliens that my father despises, but that's okay. It's okay."

Medea choked with sobs and bent her index finger, using her fingertips to wipe away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes, but a hand helped her do so before that.

"..."

The boy looked at her quietly, he was very close to her, he put his hand down from her cheek, his fingertips were slightly moist.

"Why are you crying?"

His voice was soft, and there was no emotion similar to sympathy or pity in it, but it was very quiet, like the latest handful of snow that melted under the sun on the top of the church.

"As you wish, I have come before you now, without any weapons, and I will not harm you."

"But why are you crying in front of me?"

Medea closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Or will helping me cause you pain? But you also cried when your father said that he wanted me to go through trials..."

"I'm willing to help you. I don't want you..." At this point, as if she suddenly remembered, she said, "I don't want my sister's two children to die. So I'm willing to help you. "

"But..." She couldn't go on, his presence made her suffer, but her eyes couldn't help looking at him.

"Maybe you shouldn't show up." She said blankly, "Maybe it's better for you to die at sea before coming to me."

"But anyway." She reached into her belt and took out the bottle of potion.

The potion was dark green, viscous and semi-solid, and a bubble appeared in the sun, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

"Take this anyway. When my father sends you to practice, drink this potion. It will allow you to ride those two fire-breathing bulls."

"Just be careful when the teeth of the dragons you sow grow. Their penis can even pierce the body of a god."

"When they grow and gather together on the ground, like the wheat that grows on the ground every autumn, you have to lift a huge stone and throw it far away, and then they will fight with each other to snatch that stone. You don’t need to worry about your own safety anymore.”

After she finished speaking, she looked at his face, "...did you hear me clearly?"

The boy nodded.

Medea pursed her lips and smiled quickly.

"That's good."

As the enemy's daughter offered him this advice, he didn't seem to doubt it, or even ask her why she did it.This trust makes her very happy.

"When you're successful...maybe...no. Nothing."

She gave him one last nostalgic look and left.

There her maids waited, and Medea told them, "Success." The maids rejoiced, thinking that she had cleared the way for her father in her own way.

"Although your father's trials can cause all the heroes to die on the ground, but when he knows, he will still be happy for your filial piety!"

"...Um."

She was a little absent-minded.

The maids went to prepare the frame, and Ranbu and Medea waited under the shade of a tree. Medea looked at her hand, which was the hand that had handed him the bottle of potion earlier.

Ranpo also looked at her, when he covered it with his hand, Medea didn't resist, but let him put his hand underneath.

"What will happen to him if he drinks that bottle of potion?" Luanbu asked.

Medea didn't look at him, but she should have heard his words, her eyes followed the black-haired boy who was leaving blankly.

"He will die," was all she said.

So what she gave was poison.

"I did something bad."

"But even if I can give him the life-saving potion." Medea continued, her hands clenched little by little, "When he drives that ship back to his hometown, he will forget about me." name."

"He will marry other women, marry and have children, and he will never think of me in this life... So to me, what is the difference between him and death?"

"Leave me alone to face my father's censure and others' ridicule. They will say that I, as the princess of Colchis, fell in love with a stranger from a land I have never met, and I am ashamed of him."

"Then he might as well die. By my hands...I killed him."

she says.Sigh, but the sigh stopped abruptly.

She opened her eyes oppressively.

A beautiful boy with black hair was walking towards her.

"You don't look right here," he said, standing in front of her, "or maybe this doesn't make you happy."

He hesitated for a moment, as if paving the way for what to say next.

"...Would you like to come with me when it's all over?"

Medea's heartbeat was so loud that anyone walking nearby could hear it.

"Ah. This... this..."

She said dryly, but she reached into her belt and kept groping, and finally found a bottle of medicine that was no different from the one that was handed to him earlier, and it was almost unrecognizable when put together. And snatched the medicine in his hand, and gave him the bottle in his hand.

"I suddenly remembered that there is an enhanced version of the potion, please accept this!"