Type-Moon, I heard that after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

The onlookers were talking among themselves. In fact, many of the challengers came just to join in the fun, and many of them had no intention of participating in the competition.

After all, even if Atalanta didn't kill anyone in the end, at the end of the game, his life and death would be in the hands of others.

But after coming here and seeing Atalanta, they were all impressed by Atalanta's beauty.

Halfway through, Meleager stopped.

He knew that he had lost, so he stood there, looking at Atalanta's retreating back with some dreaming eyes.

Watching her reach the far end and then return to herself.

"I lost." Meleager looked at the beautiful woman who stopped in front of him, and the breeze was blowing the beautiful woman with black hair. He was not unwilling at all at this time, but smiled with relief.

At this moment, he let go of everything.

Actaeon, the giant deer hiding in the forest, couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this, because he had already guessed that this would happen when Meleager came here with him.

Actaeon actually knew his true plan.

Meleager participated in this competition just to fight for himself in the end, but when he saw Atalanta in front of him, not stopping for him even for a second, he knew that he had lost. And he lost completely.

So Atalanta's beautiful blue eyes quietly looked at Meleager who was laughing, and then walked past him.

"Hey, Miss Atalanta!"

Meleager turned around, called to Atalanta, and said loudly: "If it is a promise, will you stop for him?"

Hearing this, Atalanta stopped and was silent for a while.

"No matter who challenges me, I will try my best to defeat him, even if it is him..." After saying that, Atalanta was about to leave again.

"That's not what I'm asking, Miss Atalanta, and I also know that with your pride, you will definitely compete with your promise."

Meleager smiled and said loudly: "I want to ask, if you are faced with a promise, are you willing to stop for him?"

"...He won't come." After a moment of silence, Atalanta replied.

Atalanta really believed that the promise would not come, because she was the person closest to the promise. She had personally participated in the legend about the promise and had seen the painting of the promise.

Clear of the pursuit of promise, his goal of painting the sky full of gods, everything about him.

Because in Atalanta's opinion, such a game is not worth promising to stop.

"No, he will definitely come!"

But Meleager told Atalanta this, saying: "Because he is a promise, isn't it... Speaking of Miss Atalanta, do you expect the promise to come, or do you expect him not to come? Woolen cloth?"

"Because you also know that if he really comes, then you...will definitely lose!"

Even if you try your best.

Meleager could not imagine losing his promise, and the same was true of Atalanta.

So Atalanta at this time couldn't help but recall the prophecy that Clotho, the goddess of fate, told her that day.

Atalanta was silent again,

Then she slowly turned around and looked at Meleager, who was laughing.

Meleager was smiling happily, but soon his laughter stopped.

Because he found that Atalanta looked at him more and more coldly at this time, and even raised her bow...

After a while,

"You are being punished for talking too much, aren't you?" In the forest, the giant deer Actaeon applied medicine to Meleager, who was riddled with holes, with a helpless expression.

With the bonus of anger, Atalanta's arrows directly penetrated his body. If it had been anyone else, he would have died, but who makes Meleager a hero?

But even so, Meleager was always smiling.

He smiled a little happily, but also a little helpless and relieved, and said: "Oh, is that really the case... Speaking of which, our Miss Hunter really can't lie."

After all, Atalanta never refuted a word from beginning to end.

Since there were only three days left, Atalanta had been standing beside the three-foot wooden stake from that day on, waiting for the subsequent challenger.

At the beginning, all the challengers were eager to try, and many of them had even challenged once, and those who had been injured wanted to do it again. After all, if you miss this opportunity, there will be no next time.

But that night, people died.

When the blood bloomed, all those who wanted to challenge and take away Atalanta felt as if their whole bodies had been poured with cold water.

Therefore, these last three days became Atalanta's most leisurely three days, and no one came to challenge her.

The people Atalanta killed were two centaurs.

Their names were Loix and Helaios.

In the original ancient Greek mythology, Atalanta also killed both of them because they were greedy for Atalanta's beauty and tried to rape her, so Atalanta killed them.

Now, they still came in front of Atalanta, saying disgusting words to her and humiliating her.

So Atalanta agreed to challenge the two of them together.

And during the challenge, when they found that they could not catch up with Atalanta, they were even ready to injure Atalanta.

But even so, Atalanta won the victory smoothly, and then shot arrows without hesitation and killed them.

Although there was a reason, when the corpse was stepped on by Atalanta, looking at the bright red blood and Atalanta who seemed to bloom on the blood, more people naturally did not dare to joke with their lives.

Among them was a young man named Hippomenes.

And he was the one who got Atalanta with three golden apples in the original myth.

But this time, when he prayed for the help of the gods, no one chose to respond.

The goddess of beauty who should have responded to him did not appear.

Because during the day, Apollo would watch here, and at night, the moon goddess Artemis would also watch here.

Therefore, the original cheating behavior would naturally only arouse the endless anger of the gods.

What's more, the gods knew it in their hearts.

The boy will come here soon.

Because this is Atalanta's original destiny, and it is a prophecy given by the goddess of fate Clotho.

Nuoyan had promised Atalanta a long time ago and made an agreement with her, not to mention that he was a hero who changed his fate under the watchful eyes of the gods.

Therefore, the ending of this young man was that he failed in the challenge and was injured. Now, like all the challengers before, he stood in the crowd and became a spectator.

Three days passed quickly.

On the last day, the setting sun completely disappeared in the sky, the night and the stars came, and the flawless moonlight shone down.

Everyone felt that the matter was over.

Even King Iasus had given up.

"It's okay, Atalanta, you won." King Iasus said to Atalanta helplessly: "You won our bet, I will not restrict you anymore, you will go to the adventure called Golden Fleece with those heroes from today!"

Why didn't King Iasus want Atalanta to go?

Why did he pray to the gods to find the daughter he had abandoned?

Because Atalanta is now famous, even more famous than in myths and legends.

After all, she is the most involved in the story of Nuoyan so far.

And the most important thing is that every time Nuoyan seeks fame, he will mention Atalanta's name.

Facing this once abandoned child, who has now become such a hero and so beautiful, King Iasus is naturally surprised.

At the same time, as the king of a country, he knows very well how much Atalanta is worth now.

Such a reputation is enough to attract all the heroes in the world to come here, and they will bring rare treasures from all over the world in exchange for Atalanta.

In addition, there are actually countless people who want to get the Golden Fleece, but in the end only Jason and his team succeeded, and before that, all those who took this adventure died in this adventure without exception.

So now, King Iasus compromised.

He thought Atalanta would be happy, but in fact Atalanta ignored King Iasus at all.

She stood quietly beside the stake, holding the bow and arrow in her arms, bathing in the moonlight, waiting quietly.

...She, waiting for someone?

So King Iasus finally realized this.

Not only him, but also the audience who had been waiting for the matter to end, and even when King Iasus said that, were ready to celebrate for Atalanta, reacted in surprise after a short moment of daze.

At this moment when it should have ended, looking at Atalanta who was still standing there, they finally reacted. Atalanta had been standing beside the stake, not waiting for the end of time.

But waiting for the challenger...

To be precise, waiting for that challenger.

"You still say he won't come, aren't you looking forward to his coming in your heart?" Seeing this, Meleager smiled helplessly.

The giant deer Actaeon beside him glanced at him, looking at him with bandages all over his body, and was speechless.

You, you should say less!

He won't come... Atalanta said to herself in her heart.

Because such a small matter is not worth his appearance at all, and what if he comes, will I lose to him... How can I lose to him!

Atalanta said to herself over and over again.

She knew that she should turn around and leave here, but she found that her feet were so heavy that she couldn't take a step at all.

The crowd of onlookers lit torches.

The flames ignited the plains under the moon in the suburbs. The clean water in the lake reflected the stars in the sky and the full moon tonight.

"Why is it not over yet? Do we have to wait until morning?"

"Why does she give me the feeling that she is waiting for someone? Who is she waiting for?"

"Is there really another challenger?"

Such discussions sounded one after another.

Even Atalanta's father, King Iasus, felt very strange.

Then, a long time passed.

"Strange, the promise should come?"

Even Meleager, who always believed that the promise would come, frowned at this time and realized that something was wrong.

Actaeon, the giant deer standing beside him, also had a puzzled look in his eyes.

Gradually, the night grew deeper and deeper.

The cool breeze at night grew colder and colder.

Atalanta felt the chill, and even felt the cold wind blowing into her heart.

Even Meleager began to panic.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Nuoyan come yet? He wouldn't know, right?!"

Actaeon looked at Meleager, looking at him, helpless.

Don't ask me, I don't know either!

As time went by, the originally noisy crowd gradually became silent.

Because they noticed that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Atalanta's originally beautiful back now looked a little cooler... She was standing there as always, with her back straight.

But inexplicably, they felt unbearable.

"Speaking of which, it's almost dawn, right?" Someone hesitated and said so.

"It's almost dawn, it's almost dawn... Are there really any challengers?"

"How about... who of you go up and try to challenge her?"

"No, absolutely not, I think I will die if I go now!"