Chapter 195 The Kidnapped Death (44k)

Chapter 195 The Kidnapped Death (4.4k)

After a moment, Circe reacted and rushed forward, her face flushed with excitement and cheering.

"Loren~!"

...This hair color, this skin texture, and this smell and temperature!

Mmm, that's right!

That's the feeling! Finally found it again!

Circe hugged the "piglet" that was lost and found in her arms, and squeezed it hard, trying to release the emptiness and resentment that had accumulated over the years.

Loren, who was devastated, was squeezed by the claws of the devil until his face was deformed, and even his facial features flew around, and his body was like a koala that was overactive.

Finally, when his mouth finally broke free from Circe's hands, Loren couldn't help but ask.

"Why did you... run to... Athens... to sell cakes?"

Because his facial muscles were still being pulled and kneaded from time to time, his speech was inevitably a little vague and leaky.

However, Circe was obviously used to it. She kicked a certain unscrupulous apprentice angrily and angrily denounced him.

"It's all because of you! You emptied my small treasury, leaving nothing behind. I can't even afford to buy any decent teaching materials, so I can only try my luck in the nearby city-states with many people."

"Teaching?" Loen was a little confused.

"Yes, I have a new apprentice."

As she spoke, the great witch waved to the forest.

And with a rustling sound, a petite witch wearing an indigo and purple hooded cloak and a purple robe heard the teacher's call, holding a dark moon staff, and trotted from the forest beside the road.

Because the real face was perfectly covered by the hood, the mysterious temperament was directly pulled to the fullest.

Circe glanced at a certain senior disciple who left without saying goodbye, put her hands on her hips, and raised her neck to show off proudly.

"Hehe, she is very powerful, and her talent in magic is stronger than yours! She has completed your one-year course in nine months on the island..."

"Bang!"

However, before Circe finished speaking, it seemed that because the cloak was wrapped too tightly, it caused obstruction of vision and inconvenience in movement. The mysterious witch, who was even shorter than Circe, stepped on the air and fell directly at the feet of everyone.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the field solidified, and Circe's face was stiff.

In the back, Hecate, the goddess of the underworld moon, decisively added several layers of disguise witchcraft that already existed on her body, and turned her head to avoid the faint gaze of Astraea beside her.

"The road to the God of War Mountain is a bit steep, be careful next time..."

Seeing this situation, Loen pulled this fellow sister up from the ground with a bit of laughter and tears, and helped her to pull off the tightly wrapped purple robe.

As the hood fell, the long lavender hair flowed.

The mysterious witch with a mysterious and gorgeous temperament, after being exposed to the sun, was just a simple and immature lolita.

She was wearing a plain gauze skirt as a base, and her long lavender hair was tied into a simple single ponytail. Her lavender pupils were pure and flawless. The pointed ears that were obviously different from ordinary people were very similar to Circe, proving that she was not a pure-blooded human.

Seeing the timid embarrassment in the little girl's eyes and a little curiosity about the surroundings, Lorne smiled slightly and took the initiative to release kindness.

"My name is Lorne. I was a student who studied witchcraft with the teacher before you. What about you? Little sister? What's your name?"

"...Medea..."

The little lolita, who looked like she was only seven or eight years old, glanced at the senior brother in front of her and answered crisply.

"Well, so good!"

Lorne reached out and touched the little sister's head, smiling to express intimacy, but when he looked at the little witch, he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity.

Medea, the daughter of King Aeetes of Colchis, was also an outstanding witch who had been taught by the great witch Circe and the goddess of witchcraft Hecate. By blood relationship, she was the niece of the great witch Circe.

Although the child was raised in a wealthy family and was raised without restraint, his fate was greatly shaken by the Argonauts that came to seek the Golden Fleece.

Due to the intervention of the goddess Aphrodite, Medea was cursed to "fall in love with Jason, the hero who led the Argonauts", and attempted to flee abroad with Jason.

On the way to escape, she personally cut her brother into pieces and scattered his body into the sea in order to trap her father's ship that was tracking her.

As a result, Medea lost her hometown to return to and began to be despised and hated by people around her, even the Argonauts who were traveling with her.

After that, in order to help Jason take the throne, Medea assisted him in obtaining the Golden Fleece and killed the enemy with magic and strategy; but Jason, who was terrified by her actions, gradually became afraid of this powerful wife with an extreme personality under the power of the god of love.

Soon, Jason, who ascended the throne, chose to abandon his wife Medea, who had made countless sacrifices for him along the way, and chose to marry the princess of a neighboring country;

In the end, Medea, who had nothing and was about to be expelled, took cruel revenge on Jason.

She killed the princess of the neighboring country and her two children, leaving Jason to spend the rest of his life in pain and misery.

From then on, Medea drove the dragon and disappeared.

Some people said that she was tortured to death by the goddess of vengeance, some said that she returned to the island of Aeolus to spend the rest of her life, and some said that she got an immortal body at the end of her magic research and became the queen who ruled the underworld and controlled the Paradise of Elysium.

The above is the life of the witch Medea, full of tragic colors of being manipulated and teased by fate.

However, for Loen, it was an uncertain and changeable future.

"Listen to me, don't wear this big and long robe in the future. It's useless except hindering your movement. Magicians are not wooden stakes. Flexibility and mobility are equally important to us."

A senior brother imparted practical experience to the junior sister he had just met, while stripping off the obviously ill-fitting and inferior wizard robe on her body and throwing it far into the dense forest.

Little Medea was naturally very happy about this and wanted to applaud.

That thing was stuffy and hot. If Aunt Circe hadn't forced her to wear it, saying that she had to have the dignity of a witch, she would not be willing to wrap herself in such a thick shell all day long.

"My three Hera's silver!"

Seeing that her aesthetics and labor results were discarded by two unfilial apprentices, Circe, as a teacher, couldn't help but let out a cry of grief, then turned her head to look at a certain culprit, gritting her silver teeth.

"You, are you deliberately going against me?"

"How could that be? These valuable practical experiences were taught by the one behind me."

Lorne said, pulling little Medea to the side, smilingly throwing the blame on a certain goddess who was traveling with him.

Faced with this misdirection, Hecate first rolled her eyes at a certain unscrupulous disciple, and then the air around her rippled layer by layer, the disguise was removed, revealing her true face, and her purple eyes looked at a certain disciple in front of her, snorting unhappily.

"Circe, you made it hard for me to find you."

"Teacher?"

The moment she saw the goddess of the underworld, Circe shrank her neck, quickly moved sideways, got behind Lorne, firmly grasped the other arm of her beloved disciple, and held it in front of her as a shield, and then dared to respond loudly.

"Aiyo is so boring, I don't want to go back!"

As the direct disciple of Hecate, the goddess of the underworld, and the great witch of the moon and love, Circe is not only the owner of Aiyo, but also has the responsibility to guard the place where life and death meet and extradite the dead souls at sea.

But after doing this for 1,800 years, Circe is a little tired of it.

Especially after one of her great disciples ran away, the days on the island seemed to be getting more and more boring and difficult.

So not long ago, Circe gave up the task under the pretext of traveling, and took her new disciple and little niece to the human city-state to have fun.

As a result, there was a lack of extradition of the dead souls at sea, and the balance between life and death was unbalanced.

So, Hecate came all the way to Athens to arrest this stupid bird?

Lorne glanced at the unfriendly goddess of the moon, and as if he had realized something, he pulled his arm out of a flat steel plate with force, and unceremoniously pushed the culprit Circe to the front, and he took the ignorant little Medea to the side.

The smooth operation fully demonstrated the excellent tradition of the Aiyu Island lineage of teacher kindness and student filial piety.

Seeing that the traitor was sent to her, Hecate also grabbed an eagle wing behind Circe and pulled it to her side, sneering and extinguishing the little flame of resistance in her heart.

"Don't want to do it? It's not up to you!"

"Extrading the dead at sea is just my part-time job, part-time job! If you have something to do, go find the god of death Thanatos first, why arrest me?"

The isolated and helpless Circe cursed the two unreliable apprentices while waving her fists in protest.

"He was also arrested and can't go..."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, not only Circe, but also Lorne and Astraea looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing the unbelievable expressions on everyone's faces, Hecate sighed helplessly and told the reason why she walked out of the underworld and came to the surface.

"It's true, I didn't lie to you, Thanatos has been missing for a long time. If it weren't for the serious mismatch between the number of dead people and the dead going to the underworld, we wouldn't have found the problem.

And according to the last news, he seems to have been imprisoned in a place where he can't escape in some way.

So, Hades entrusted me to come up to investigate the situation and restore the order of life and death."

After listening to Hecate's explanation, Lorne and Astraea, who were traveling with him, suddenly realized.

Only then did I understand why Hecate was so secretive about the purpose of her trip.

After all, the chaos in the underworld was not only a little bizarre, but also a little difficult to talk about.

Because the kidnapping of the god of death was really embarrassing.

After sorting out the whole story, Circe became even more depressed.

"Then you go find Thanatos, why did you arrest me?"

"It's not a matter of time, so find someone to take over the job first."

"..."

Looking at her good teacher who looked like she was taking it for granted, Circe was speechless.

But then, she rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea, raised her hand and pointed behind her.

"What about him? This is my most outstanding disciple! He can definitely shoulder the heavy responsibility!"

"..."

Lorne looked at the good teacher who sold him, with the same expression on his face, and secretly cursed in his heart.

Look, this is the harmonious teacher-student relationship on Aiyu Island. It's okay if nothing happens, but if there is a problem, one will be sold faster than the other apprentice.

However, regarding Circe's proposal, Hecate just glanced meaningfully at a certain disciple, then shook her head and refused.

"[Death] is not a simple single concept, but a part of destiny. Not only does it need to be controlled by the three goddesses of destiny and interpret the predictions of the [Loom of Destiny], but it also needs to use the divinity and authority related to death to extradite the undead and maintain life and death. The balance, not everyone has this qualification..."

[Death] is controlled by [Fate]?

Hearing Hecate's meaningful explanation, Lorne immediately understood that this was a secret specially told to him, and couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

Sure enough, Hecate, who represents "accidental", and the three goddesses of fate, who represent "inevitable", have been fighting openly and secretly.

At present, the [Three Goddesses of Destiny] have completely gained the upper hand, and their authority has extended to Hades. Even Thanatos, the God of Death, who originally belonged to Hecate, is about to be taken away.

It is precisely because of the gaze of the three goddesses of destiny on [Death] that Lorne, as a [variable], cannot naturally take over Thanatos's divine power. Instead, he should keep a certain distance from this matter.

"He can't do it? Then find another one!"

At this time, Circe, who was still unwilling to give up, saw that one of her apprentices could not be sold, so she immediately turned her attention to the other one and sold it hard to Hecate.

"This is Medea, my brother's daughter. She has the same blood as me. She has excellent talent. She will definitely be a rare witch in the future. How about her? It will be fine!"

Hecate glanced at the second young disciple opposite her, her eyes passing over the small hands that were tightly grasping the corners of Lorne's clothes, and a different kind of interest immediately appeared in her purple eyes.

"It's okay, but I'm too young, so let's do it later..."

And feeling the four gazes falling on her, little Medea instinctively shrank behind Lorne.

Although she was still young and didn't fully understand what Hecate and Circe said, her intuition told her that the two people opposite seemed to be plotting something bad against her.

In comparison, it was this senior brother she had just met who made her feel more secure.

Lorne touched little Medea's head, stared at the two dirty adults opposite with a dark face, and secretly complained in his heart.

I said that Medea, a witch who was betrayed, how could she become the queen who reigned over the underworld and controlled the Paradise of Elysium (Greek Paradise) in the rumors? It turned out that you two unscrupulous elders dragged her over to work!

If things go wrong, it was because of this future appointment that Medea was targeted by the [Three Goddesses of Fate] and arranged such a tragic ending!

Sure enough, the teacher-student relationship on Aiyu Island can be summed up in one word - pit!

Lorne sighed again with mixed feelings, and then interrupted Hecate and Circe's tug-of-war and shirking on the issue of sitting in the office.

"Forget it, don't bother. Even if we catch Circe, it can only solve the problem temporarily, and she is not without legs. If she runs away, it will be a waste of effort."

As he said this, Lorne's eyes flashed, and his sight swept across Hecate who was lost in thought, looking towards the east of the Peloponnese Peninsula, and spoke faintly.

"How about you go to Corinth? Maybe there will be unexpected discoveries."

Hearing the meaningful whisper, Hecate immediately thought of something.

It seems that the god of death Thanatos received a private job from Zeus from the three goddesses of fate not long ago.

——It seems that for some reason, the petty god king wants to punish a leaker who makes him unhappy with cruel [death].

Could it be in Corinth?

Hecate glanced at Lorne, who looked determined opposite her, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and then smiled and nodded forward.

"Okay, I'll go to Corinth first, and I'll leave her to you for now."

As she spoke, the Moon Goddess let go of her struggling disciple and threw her to her grand disciple in front of her, reminding her quietly.

"Someone has to clean up the mess. If she gets away..."

Hecate's subtle eyes swept over Lorne and little Medea, and the hidden meaning was self-evident.

"Don't worry, this trip will definitely yield something!"

Lorne promised solemnly, watching Hecate's figure fade away, and silently crossed himself in his heart.

Sisyphus, the builder of Corinth, right?

Take care, brother...