063. Confirmation

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Those red, rugged, naked rocks twisted in strange and bizarre shapes, and Tartarus was filled with silence at this moment.

After hearing His words, the usually rebellious Medusa seemed to have found a demon, and actually chose to calm down. She just sat quietly beside Him, looking at the ugly scenery in front of her, and wasting time with Him.

After a long time, Medusa seemed to feel an unprecedented tranquility from the deep and dark abyss, which miraculously calmed the radicalism and anger in her heart.

However, Medusa still remembered her purpose in her heart, she absolutely could not fail here!

Medusa felt as if she had had a long but fulfilling dream, but all of this was not real, so her powerful consciousness finally woke up gradually after a difficult struggle.

Perhaps, Tartarus, the god of the abyss who is as old as this world, has plenty of time, but Medusa does not. She has to face a powerful god who controls the laws of the world. For Medusa, every minute and every second is so important that she cannot afford to waste it.

Thinking of this, she turned her head towards Him, gazing at His delicate and upright profile. Suddenly, she leaned close to the god's ear, a cunning glint in her delicate eyes. Her clear and melodious voice broke the silence, "You said Perseus loved me very much. Then what about you... sitting beside me, holding my hand?"

Tartarus, the god of the abyss, suddenly moved. His handsome deity turned his head again and looked at Medusa, looking into her beautiful eyes that were full of ambition and unwillingness to surrender. At this moment, they were filled with agility and charming temptation. On the surface, he still said nothing, but he couldn't help but look into her eyes greedily.

As Medusa spoke, her plump lips slightly opened. At this moment, she was very aware of her beauty and understood how to capture a man's heart, even though she hated using this as her weapon. However, facing such an ancient and powerful god, the power of hope in her was not worth mentioning at all. So, what other choice did a weak woman have?

"You..." Medusa's voice gradually softened, her weak breaths falling intermittently beside His ear. Her chest unknowingly rested on His strong shoulders, and her cool fingers lightly brushed across His sleek neck. "You hope that after my revenge, I will remain in the abyss forever... why is that?"

"Do you want me... to stay by your side forever, and then become yours?"

Tartarus raised his eyes, his expression was still unfathomable, but if you looked closely, it seemed that some emotion was flowing faintly in those deep eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

But Medusa could not see any obvious changes in the eyes of the ancient god. She suddenly felt that she was a joke at this moment, as if she was completely being sentimental.

But even so, Medusa still didn't believe that He was indifferent to her. After all, when she connected everything together, the actions of the God of the Abyss were full of desire, even if it was restrained, it was almost difficult to detect.

So she moved again, and in the eyes of others, she even turned over shamelessly and sat on his crossed legs. Her hands were hooked around Tartarus' neck intentionally or unintentionally, and her lips were almost only a finger away from his. They were close yet distant, and yet they seemed to be deeply entangled in the most abstract picture. Medusa could even feel his surging desire, but at this time, Tartarus was filled with a feeling of abstinence, and he just looked at Medusa calmly.

“…”

This made her feel a little confused and even a little frustrated, which made Medusa stop and immediately think of another way.

She shifted her expression with practiced ease, her eyes, once moist with lust, now gradually filled with sadness. "It seems I was too sentimental and misunderstood you. How could a powerful and ancient deity like you care about a weak and despicable woman like me?"

"In that case, I'd better hurry back, Perseus... He might still be waiting for me."

When Medusa said Perseus' name, she deliberately pronounced it in a tender and passionate manner, with her lips slightly parted. The god opposite could even see her slightly arched tongue, as if they were lovers who were in love with each other and would be together until death, and no other people or gods could separate them.

After saying that, Medusa put her hands on the god's shoulders, intending to get up and leave the unresponsive wood. However, when she got up, she hesitated for a while, not knowing whether it was real or intentional. Then, when she exerted force with her arms, her body suddenly became unstable and she sat back heavily. But his muscles were hot and hard, and this sudden fall made Medusa's butt hurt slightly.

As a male creature, it is probably impossible for him to accept a woman with whom he has an ambiguous relationship mentioning other men in front of him in a gentle manner, and he is even more unable to refuse a beautiful woman's embrace.

If Tartarus, the god of the abyss, still has no reaction, it means that it is not that Medusa is too self-righteous, but that he himself may have some small problems that are beyond his ability. No matter how much he wants to, he will ultimately be unable to achieve it.

But just as Medusa groaned and apologized, and tried to leave His arms again, she suddenly felt a powerful force behind her, like hard metal, which bound her lower back and made her unable to move. At the same time, Medusa quickly felt that the thing that originally had a weak presence gradually expanded, so outrageous that she even changed her face suddenly. The dull pain she had just felt was probably nothing.

But Tartarus, the god of the abyss in front of her, remained calm and serene, as if nothing she felt had ever happened. He held her in his arms and reached out his hand, gently touching the corners of her eyes and fiddling with her eyelashes that were trembling like butterfly wings.

His distant voice was still restrained and soothing. The hand that was restraining Medusa's slender waist moved to her back and patted it gently. In this situation that was usually unavoidable, He did not show the urgency and greed that Poseidon or Perseus showed when facing Him. It was as if the brain and body were completely divided into two parts, and reason was in good control of every part of the body.

'If you're feeling lonely and helpless, he might be a good kid.'

"But we still have endless time. I, Tartarus, the god of the abyss, will wait for you here as promised in our oath."

"I wish you... a speedy and successful revenge."

After saying this, the God of the Abyss suddenly lowered his head towards her, and his thin lips kissed Medusa's eyes, which were closed in surprise, but his hand slowly let go of her without her noticing.

Medusa suddenly felt as if her whole body had become lighter because of this kiss, but when she wanted to open her eyes, she immediately fell into a deep sleepiness and fatigue. She was gently wrapped and lifted by the gentle darkness, slowly rising up -

"……ah!"

Medusa suddenly woke up from her dream, but when she opened her eyes, she found that everything around her had changed. She now appeared in a house in Corsica. Turning around, Perseus, who should have left, had returned at some point and was hugging her tightly.

But her movement was so loud that Perseus woke up immediately. Although he was still very tired and sleepy, he grabbed Medusa's hand as soon as possible, opened his sleepy eyes wide and asked her nervously what was wrong.

Medusa's memories in the dream slowly returned, and when she saw Perseus, a familiar but hazy voice suddenly rang in her ears.

'If you're feeling lonely and helpless, he might be a good kid.'

Could this "he" be Perseus? And what does "lonely and helpless" mean?

Could it be what she meant?

Medusa was truly bewildered at this moment, but facing the clear and deep gaze of Perseus, who was loyal and in love with her, she could not help but look away guiltily and waved her hand, "Nothing... I, I just had another nightmare."

Perseus seemed extremely distressed. He hugged Medusa tightly in his arms and patted her back gently. "Can you tell me what the nightmare was? Maybe it will heal if you tell me."

Medusa subconsciously turned her body to the side to escape, so her back still retained the touch from the dark abyss. At this time, that feeling overlapped with Perseus's burning palm, causing her to shiver.

But of course she couldn't tell Perseus what she saw and heard in the abyss. After all, she was not sure whether there was another man as "generous" as Tartarus in the world.

Perseus was distracted by Medusa's subconscious escape, and his heart ached slightly, but he still held her tightly and comforted her with a hoarse voice, "It's okay if you don't want to talk. By the way, I went to see the respected Mr. Hippocrates. He fell asleep on the table. I really couldn't bear to disturb him. I swear I will go to see him tomorrow..."

Medusa just nodded nonchalantly, "Oh, it's okay, go to sleep."

But Perseus continued to speak intermittently, "Actually... I also had nightmares when I was a child. Whenever I had a nightmare, my mother Danae would sing me a lullaby, and I would fall asleep in a short while. Do you want to give it a try?"

Medusa had come to her senses by now. She had realized that Tartarus, the god of the abyss, did have some feelings for her, but the gentle voice of Perseus in her ears still made her already cold heart feel a little ripple and strange.

No, it certainly wasn't guilt, there was no way Medusa would feel guilty about someone who had killed her in a prophetic dream.

Yes, revenge has not yet succeeded. The weak Medusa cannot afford the price of Perseus leaving because of sadness. She also needs Perseus to be her most loyal weapon. Since Tartarus, the god of the abyss, does have certain desires for herself, then that weapon must be real.

Perseus did not wait for Medusa to speak, but hummed a gentle and soft tune to himself. While singing, he carefully placed Medusa on the bed and hugged her from behind, trying to give her enough sense of security.

"The dim sun slowly sets, and the beautiful sunset dyes the sky red..."

"The sun sleeps on the mountain, that is her home..."

Medusa couldn't help but laugh at this lullaby for children. She turned her head helplessly and blocked his chattering with her mouth, stopping his stupid but somewhat cute behavior.

“—Hmm.”

After an overly deep entanglement, Medusa finally pushed him away with a light gasp, then reached out and stroked his furry golden head vigorously, her eyes revealing an unconscious charm, "Idiot, I'm no longer angry with you, go to sleep!"

Perseus was already secretly delighted by Medusa's kiss, and after seeing Medusa's coquettish and charming look and hearing her words, his face became even happier. He stretched out his arms again and held Medusa, who closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, in his arms.

But this time, Perseus happily left a deep and obsessive kiss on the top of Medusa's head, and fell into a deep sleep with her contentedly.