Chapter 195 The Kidnapped Death (4.4k)

After a moment, Circe reacted and rushed over, cheering excitedly with her little face flushed.

"Loen~!"

...The color of the hair, the texture of the skin, and the smell and temperature!

Mm, that’s right!

This is the feeling! I finally got it back!

Circe hugged the "little pig" that she had lost and found again in her arms, and moved it vigorously, trying to release the emptiness and resentment that had accumulated over the years.

The devastated Loen was so distorted under the devil's claws that his facial features were messed up, and his body looked like an overactive koala.

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

"Why did you go to Athens to sell cakes?"

Since his facial muscles were still being pulled and kneaded from time to time, his speech was inevitably a little unclear and his voice was leaking.

However, Circe was apparently accustomed to this. She angrily kicked a certain unscrupulous apprentice and denounced him angrily.

"It's all because of you! You emptied my little coffers, leaving nothing behind. I can't even afford to buy any decent teaching materials, so I can only try my luck in a nearby city-state with more people."

"Teaching?" Lorne was confused.

"Yes, I have a new disciple."

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

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

Since the real face is perfectly hidden by the hood, the mysterious temperament is fully enhanced.

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

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

"Bang!"

However, before Circe could finish her words, the mysterious witch, who was even shorter than Circe, missed a step and fell directly at the feet of the crowd, apparently because her cloak was wrapped too tightly, obstructing her vision and making her movements difficult.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the field froze and Circe's face turned stiff.

Behind her, Hecate, the goddess of the underworld and the master, decisively added several layers of camouflage magic to her existing body, and at the same time turned her head to avoid Astraea's dim gaze.

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

Seeing this, Luo En, feeling a bit amused and helpless, pulled his fellow sister up from the ground and helped her to open the tightly wrapped purple robe.

As the hood fell, long lavender hair flowed out.

The mysterious witch with a mysterious and gorgeous temperament, after being exposed to the sun, only appears to be a plain and immature loli.

She was wearing a plain gauze dress, her long lavender hair was tied into a simple ponytail, her lavender pupils were pure and flawless, and her pointed ears were obviously different from those of ordinary people, which were very similar to Circe's, proving the fact that she was not a pure-blooded human.

Seeing the timidity and embarrassment in the little girl's eyes and a hint of curiosity about the surroundings, Loen smiled slightly and took the initiative to show his goodwill.

"My name is Luo En. I was the student who studied witchcraft with the teacher before you. What about you? Junior sister? What's your name?"

"…Medea…"

The little girl, who looked about seven or eight years old, glanced at her fellow disciple in front of her and answered crisply.

"Well, that's good!"

Luo En reached out and touched the little sister's head, smiling to express his affection, 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 brought up in a wealthy family and was free from all restrictions, his fate was greatly shaken by the Argonauts' quest for 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 Argo, and attempted to flee abroad with Jason.

During her escape, she cut her brother into pieces and scattered his remains into the sea in order to trap her father's ship that was chasing her.

As a result, Medea lost her homeland to return to and began to be despised and hated by those around her, even her fellow Argonauts.

After that, in order to help Jason ascend the throne, Medea assisted him in obtaining the Golden Fleece and killed his enemies with magic and strategy; but Jason, horrified 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 a neighboring country and her two children, leaving Jason to spend the rest of his life in pain and misery.

From then on, Medea rode the dragon and disappeared.

Some said that she was tortured by the goddess of vengeance until she went mad and died, some said that she returned to the island of Ayo to live out the rest of her life, and some said that at the end of her magic research, she obtained an immortal body and became the queen who ruled the underworld and controlled the Paradise of Elysee.

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

However, for Lorne, it was an uncertain future that could be changed.

"Listen to me, don't wear these big and long robes anymore. They are useless except hindering your movements. Magicians are not wooden stakes. Flexibility and mobility are equally important to us."

A senior brother was imparting practical experience to a junior sister he had just met, while he stripped off the obviously ill-fitting and inferior wizard robe she was wearing and threw it far into the dense forest.

Little Medea was naturally delighted by this and wanted to applaud.

The thing was stuffy and hot. If Aunt Circe hadn't insisted that she wear it, saying that it was necessary to maintain the dignity of a witch, she would not have been willing to wrap herself in such a thick shell all day.

"My three Hera's Silvers!"

Seeing that her aesthetic taste and the fruits of her labor were discarded by two unfilial disciples, Circe, as a teacher, could not help but let out a cry of grief. Then she turned her head to look at the culprit and gritted her teeth.

"You are deliberately going against me, aren't you?"

"How can that be possible? These valuable practical experiences were all taught by the person behind me."

As Lorne spoke, he pulled little Medea to the side and smiled as he passed the blame to a goddess who was traveling with them.

Faced with this misdirection of trouble, Hecate first rolled her eyes at a certain unscrupulous disciple, then ripples appeared in the air around her, her disguise was removed, revealing her true face. She looked at a certain disciple in front of her with her violet eyes and snorted in annoyance.

"Circe, you have given me a very good search."

"teacher?"

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

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

As a disciple of Hecate, the goddess of the underworld and the moon, and the great witch of the moon and love, Circe is not only the owner of the island of Aeolus, but also has the responsibility of guarding the border between life and death and extraditing the souls of the dead at sea.

But after doing this for a thousand or eight hundred years, Circe was getting a little tired of it.

Especially after one of his senior disciples ran away, life on the island seemed to become more and more boring and difficult.

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

The result is a lack of extradition of the dead at sea, and an imbalance between life and death.

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

Loen glanced at the unfriendly-looking goddess of the underworld, and seemed to realize something. He then pulled his arm out from a flat steel plate with force, and unceremoniously pushed the culprit Circe in front, while he stepped aside with the confused little Medea.

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

Seeing the traitor being brought before her, Hecate simply grabbed an eagle wing from behind Circe, pulled her to her side, and extinguished the little flame of resistance in her heart with a sneer.

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

"Extradition of the dead at sea is just my part-time job. If you have anything to do, go find the god of death Thanatos first. Why arrest me?"

Circe, who was isolated and helpless, cursed her two unreliable disciples inwardly and waved her fists in protest.

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

"ha?"

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

Seeing everyone's expressions of disbelief, Hecate sighed helplessly and explained the reason why she walked out of the underworld and came to the surface.

"It's true. I'm not lying to you. Thanatos has been missing for a long time. If it weren't for the mismatch between the number of dead people and the number of souls heading to Hades, we wouldn't have discovered the problem.

According to the latest news, he seemed to have been imprisoned in some way in a place where he could not escape.

That’s why Hades asked me to come up here to investigate the situation and restore order between life and death.”

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

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

After all, this chaos in the underworld is not only bizarre, but also difficult to talk about.

Because, the fact that the Grim Reaper was kidnapped was really embarrassing.

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

"Then why are you arresting me?"

"It's going to take a while for us to figure this out, so we need to find someone to take over the job first."

“…”

Looking at her good teacher who looked so self-righteous, Circe was suddenly speechless.

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

"How about him? He's my most outstanding disciple! He can definitely take on the responsibility!"

“…”

Luo En looked at his good teacher who sold him out, also speechless, secretly complaining in his heart.

Look, this is the harmonious teacher-student relationship on Aiyu Island. It’s fine if nothing goes wrong, but if there is a problem, one will sell his apprentice faster than the other.

However, in response to Circe's proposal, Hecate simply glanced at one of her disciples meaningfully and shook her head to refuse.

"Death is not a simple concept, but a part of fate. Not only do we need to be controlled by the three goddesses of fate and interpret the predictions of the Loom of Fate, but we also need to use the divinity and authority related to death to guide the dead and maintain the balance between life and death. Not everyone has this qualification..."

【Death】 is controlled by 【fate】?

After hearing Hecate's meaningful explanation, Loen immediately realized that this was a secret specifically told to him, and his heart sank.

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

As it stands now, the Three Goddesses of Fate have completely gained the upper hand, and their authority has extended to the underworld. Even Thanatos, the god of death who originally served under Hecate, is about to be driven away.

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

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

At this time, Circe, who still did not give up, saw that she could not sell one apprentice, so she immediately turned her attention to the other one and tried hard to sell it to Hecate.

"This is Medea, my brother's daughter. She has the same blood as me and is extremely talented. She will definitely be a rare witch in the future. Why don't we choose her? It will definitely be a good choice!"

Hecate glanced at the second little disciple opposite her, her eyes swept across the pair of small hands tightly grasping the corners of Loen's clothes, and a hint of different interest suddenly appeared in her purple eyes.

"That's fine, but you're too young, let's do it later..."

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

Although she was still young and did not fully understand what Hecate and Circe said, her intuition told her that the two people opposite her seemed to have some bad intentions towards her.

In comparison, this senior brother she just met made her feel more secure.

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

I was wondering how Medea, a mere betrayed witch, could become, according to legend, the queen who reigns over the underworld and controls the Elysee Garden (Greek paradise)? It turns out it was you two heartless elders who dragged her over to work for them!

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

Sure enough, the relationship between teachers and students on Aiyu Island can be summed up in one word: pit!

Loen once again sighed with mixed emotions, and then interrupted the argument between Hecate and Circe over the issue of sitting in the office.

"Forget it, don't bother. Even if we catch Circe, it can only solve the problem temporarily. Besides, she has long legs. If she runs away, it will be a waste of effort."

As he spoke, Loen's eyes flashed, and his gaze swept past Hecate who was lost in thought, looked towards the east of the Peloponnese Peninsula, and spoke softly.

"How about you go to Corinth and have a look? You might find something unexpected there."

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 seemed that for some reason, the petty-minded God King wanted to use cruel [death] to punish a leaker who displeased him.

Could it be in Corinth?

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

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

As she said this, the Dark Moon Goddess let go of her struggling disciple and threw him to her disciple in front of her, giving a gentle reminder.

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

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

"Don't worry, there will be gains from this trip!"

Loen made a solemn promise, watching Hecate's figure fade away, and silently made a cross in his heart.

Sisyphus, the builder of Corinth, right?

Take care bro…

(End of this chapter)