I'm putting on a vest

Medea first gave him the poison and then backed out.She did the good and the bad, and was doubly grateful.

All the way back home, the maids praised her continuously, and when she returned to the room, when she opened the door, she saw the expectant eyes of her sister. She kissed Medea's knees one after another, calling her her savior.

Medea didn't seem to have any anxiety on her face, she just gently stroked her sister's hair, but her expression was in a trance, her eyes fell into the void.She didn't think about the two brothers she promised to save for a moment.

That night she cried again, she sat on the bed and looked at the moonlight outside the window and wept quietly, "Randomly walking." She called his name, and he also climbed onto the bed and put his cheek in her hand.

"I wonder if I've done something wrong." Her eyes were looking at the moon outside the window, in the same night, she had used magic to make the moon disappear into the sky, just as she liked.

"Maybe this act offended the gods," she said, "so I got punished, you know?"

She turned her head to look at him, and saw two lines of tears running down Medea's cheeks.

"I was shot by an arrow the moment I saw him...a golden arrow."

"Golden Arrow?" he asked, and she nodded.

"The golden arrow of Eros."

If it is said to be shot by the arrow of Cupid in the original world, it is usually a euphemism for love at first sight, but in this world it is definitely realism.

Medea's hand gently caressed her chest, where it rose and fell with her breath, but no wound could be seen.

The wound was deeper, where it would not be seen even if it rotted.

"I feel pain here, I'm screaming," Medea said.

"Two different loves are stirring in my heart, the love for my father and everything in the world, and the love for the boy, and I know which one is right, but I'm going the wrong way .”

Medea's eyes fell on Ranbu's body in a trance, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a sigh.

For a moment he thought she was going to call his name, but she didn't say anything in the end.

"Go to sleep anyway, tomorrow will come soon." He heard Medea's voice before closing his eyes.Only tens of centimeters away from him, floating in the air without landing.

Tomorrow is the time for the captain to accept the king's trial.

"There is not much wrong that can be done."

Early the next morning, the king drove his vehicle to the outskirts, where he usually planted seeds, but he did not carry a bag of seeds made of dragon teeth in his hand as before.

Long before, he had happily handed over the seeds to the hero who came to ask for it, and there was no displeasure in his expression. The king was sure that the hero would be killed by this deadly gift soon.

But now the king stood on the carriage, holding the bridle of his horse, the sun shining on his gleaming helmet, and he looked like a god, with a smile on his lips.You see that smile and you know why he is loved by the bloodthirsty god of war.

Medea's vehicle is behind.She stared at the back of her father in front of her, who looked even more majestic in the backlight.

This figure, like a hill, sheltered her from the wind and rain in the past, and also brought merciless punishment to Medea when she made a mistake, regardless of her being his daughter

...Or maybe it was because she was his daughter that he was so strict with her.

Medea leaned back on the chair, as if she had no strength to support herself.

"What I'm going to do is a wrong thing." She said it again, but there was no regret in her tone, "but since there is no turning back, let it go wrong."

When they arrived, the Argonaut and his party were already waiting there.The hero wears armor all over his body, holds a gun in his left hand and a shield in his right.

In the sunlight he looked even more beautiful than ever, and of men he was perhaps most like the living gods.

Medea's elder brother sneered beside him.He believes that "his body is more suitable to please the audience in the theater than to fight on the battlefield with real swords and guns."

The heroes glared at him. Although the captain looked thin and weak, he had a high majesty in their minds.And he was unmoved.

Among all the children, the character of the elder brother is the most similar to Medea's father, but he is more immature.Ten years from now he will be exactly like her father, not even the tone of his voice will be any different.

He ignored them, looking straight at Medea with a slight smile.

He pointedly looked at the place on Medea's belt where the medicine bottle was attached.

"I heard from your maid that you did something superfluous, but." He patted Medea's shoulder, which is usually the way generals in the army praise soldiers, but he doesn't understand men either. A gesture to please a woman.

"Well done," said the elder brother, "I can't wait to see that kid die."

Some of Medea's maids slept with him and shared the pleasures that Venus promised to mankind. She was not surprised that he knew all this, but only said thank you.

She didn't take her eyes off the captain, whose name she still didn't know.Has anyone mentioned it?Does she remember?Or is he just this figure branded in her eyes to her?

Now he was standing there, fully armed, but still so insignificant compared to the dangers she had seen her father fend off.

Medea's hands were mixed together, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she was ready to chant some spells that the demon god had taught her in a secret night, to help the person she wanted to protect.

Standing on the plain, the hero made a gesture to the king from a distance, indicating that it was time to start.

The king still smiled, and slowly put a whistle in his mouth and blew it. The sound was not the sharp sound that ordinary whistles would have, but the dull sound was transmitted across the plain like a bronze vessel being struck hard.

In the burrow next to the hero, like two snakes awakened by the melting snow after the arrival of spring, two bronze bulls came out of the burrow awakened by the whistle.

Snakes spit out bright red letters, and what they spit out are even brighter red flames that can melt steel.

But the hero had taken Medea's potion, and had paid homage in necessary form to the trinity of Hecate, so that all mortal weapons could not harm his body.

The flames spewed on him, but it didn't turn him into a big ball of fire in the shape of a man like the king wanted, screaming and running on the plain, and finally reduced to ashes with his laughter,

The flames on his body were like adding another layer of armor for him.

Medea's hand relaxed slightly.

She watched the hero grasp the reins of the bronze bulls with the strength--this strength was given to him by Medea's potion for only one day--he resisted their struggle and sat firmly on them body.

It's not their master who controls them. It's not that they don't want to resist, but the hero shows his strength in his own way.

Animals always know how to choose their new masters, so even if the king is still watching from the frame, his eyes seem to be burning with flames, they are still successfully controlled by the hero.

But as the bull slowly moved its iron hooves to leave footprints on the field, and the plow behind it also plowed two deep furrows in the land, the corners of the king's slightly pursed mouth raised again.

He knew that what was just now was just an appetizer, and the real murderous intent was yet to come.

Medea's loose hands tightened again.

Like all dangers that lead mortals to the underworld, Longya did not reveal his ferocious nature for the first time.They fell from the back of the bullock cart into the plowed deep ditch, like real seeds, with their own weight slightly pressing out a trace of the soft black soil.Docile until the hero has plowed a quarter of the way.

It's just that they grow rapidly at a speed that is absolutely different from ordinary seeds—at least those seeds that have not been blessed by the gods. What protrude from the broken seed coats is not light green rhizomes, but one after another. Bone arms.

Halfway through the plowing, the first seed planted had grown a body above the waist, and he was scratching the ground in front of him with his skeleton palm in vain, as if trying to pull himself out of the ground.

When approaching three quarters, it finally pulled out its body completely, stood on the ground and swooped towards the hero in front.

The hero's expression didn't seem to be surprised at all. He even plowed all the road before lifting a huge boulder from the river.

Ranbu saw Medea's lips squirming slightly, and some sounds that would be made when she lightly tapped on the surface of the instrument, chanting a spell.As a result, the process of moving the boulder became easier for the hero, who had become infinitely stronger because of taking the potion.

The giant boulder, which usually requires the joint efforts of four or five people to pry a gap, was lifted high in his hands like a feather, and with the flow of his arm muscles, it drew an arc in the air, and hit the ground heavily. At the end of the field, a dragon tooth soldier who had just emerged was smashed to pieces.

Just like hounds vying for the bones thrown to them, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, no matter they were fully grown or just showing their heads, frantically pounced on the boulder and fought each other for the fight.

No one cares about the hero standing in the corner. He leisurely sowed the last of his journey, and even waited there for the Dragon Tooth Soldiers to be spawned by the sun and grow up slowly like ordinary plants before reaching the boulder around.Cut them down one by one like a farmer harvests wheat, and let their corpses pile up in the field.

During the process, the king's face turned livid.The elder brother looked back and forth between the hero and Medea with uncertain eyes, wondering if the boy hadn't taken the deadly poison she had given him.And as if to make up for their indignation, Medea's face was rosy, with joy that could not be concealed even if she tried her best.

Ranbu approached her from the stands, and asked her "Are you so happy?" Medea nodded without hesitation, and gently covered the back of his hand in order to convey her joy.

In the eyes of others, this is nothing more than the princess caressing her brown kitten lovingly.But Luanbu knew it wasn't like this.

She was shy and docile in front of that black-haired boy, like a deer, but she was completely unaware of him as a member of the opposite sex.

Perhaps Medea should have been a priest serving Hecate from the beginning.She remained pure for the sake of the gods, as holy but ruthlessly pure as the steel used to cast the altar, until death.It's just that a golden arrow from the gods made her succumb to love and understand the pain of love.

And that person is not him.

Realizing this, Ranbu withdrew his hand indifferently, and sat aside like a person licking his wound alone.

Medea's eyes are on the hero, she does not look at him.

The sun hung high in the sky and gradually sank to the riverside, and finally even the big orange shadow that had lost its heat was not left in the sky.

Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn, was completely asleep, and the purple-orange color of night appeared in the sky.The hero stood at the very beginning, took off the rein and smiled at the king.

Dead bodies littered the field behind him.

anyway.His trial for today is over.

If it were in a movie, this is what would happen in the 5 minutes towards the end.But unlike the happy and relieved crew members on the Argo, after witnessing this scene, besides Ranpo, Medea smiled, and her eyes gradually showed the color of what she was about to do.

The elder brother beside him stretched out his hand to her as he was leaving, as if he wanted to say something, but she hurried away without even looking at it.

In the room that night, she didn't sleep, and she didn't let Luanbu sleep, but rummaged through the box to find the medicine that she thought would be useful.

"We have to leave now." While tidying up Medea, she said, her voice was not too loud, and she didn't deliberately suppress it, but she was waiting outside the door and even said 'I want a glass of water' at the lowest volume, and she would come in for her The serving maids acted as if they didn't hear anything.

Ranpo knew that she had cast the sound-proof enchantment again, and she would do this on occasions where she didn't want others to know, to discuss some things with him, no matter what, he seemed to be naturally on the same side as her in this world.

"On the way back, my lord father was furious. He thought that there must be someone in the court... a traitor who assisted him in this situation."

"In fact, my father had accepted this kind of prophecy before, knowing that his descendants would bring him doomed misfortune. He thought that the descendants were the two children of my elder sister, so he exiled them from this country."

exile.

Ranbu scratched another page of the magic slate.

When her sister hugged the two children and cried and laughed, she didn't look like she knew they were exiled.

"Only my elder sister thinks that they just voluntarily go out to sail for the prosperity of a foreign land. She doesn't think that the 'disaster' mentioned by my father refers to them at all."

The corners of Medea's mouth rose slightly.

"She was right."

"Now it seems that I am the one who brought the disaster."

"I know now, if my brother goes back and tells him, my father should also find out."

She said, put the last bottle of potion in her bag, and stood up.

The moonlight fell on her. It was different from usual. Medea's body at this moment was filled with some kind of firm will or danger, but now she looked like a delicate girl, as if a slight push would Lie down on the ground.

"Let's go quickly."

She opened the door and told him briskly that the maids outside the door were lying on the ground, sleeping peacefully as if they were dead.She pulled him out, and the messy footsteps didn't wake them up.

She smiled back at him.

"My lord father is coming to kill me."