030. Assassination
Before this, Amphitrite had been comforting herself, thinking that Poseidon was so fickle that she didn't like the old and loved the new. Even if she saw the prophecy in her dream, perhaps it was just a dream? Or perhaps He would soon abandon Medusa.
She even imagined that if Medusa was really ruthlessly abandoned, Amphitrite, as the Queen of the Sea, would protect her and let her leave safely out of her pity, and would be generous enough not to cause trouble for her.
However, as the prophecies in her dream came true step by step, Poseidon showed no signs of disliking her, and even took Medusa on the glorious golden chariot. Even though it was heard that she later came back with injuries, Amphitrite really couldn't stand it.
...She really didn't understand. As the Queen of the Sea, she was loyal to her duties and had never fallen in love with other men or male gods, but why did she face such an ending?
Amphitrite was a carefree sea nymph and was free and happy before marrying Poseidon. But after this marriage mixed with interests, it seemed that she had never been happy again.
This marriage seemed to be beyond saving, but Amphitrite would not divorce her husband just because he had a lover. Even when facing the even more philandering king of gods Zeus, Hera, the goddess of marriage and fertility, did not really leave her husband.
Therefore, she really had no choice. In order to protect her irretrievable marriage, Amphitrite had to take action. She knew that she had completely become a nymph that she didn't even recognize. But no matter how disgusted Amphitrite was in the past with such behavior, she would not do it now.
Amphitrite knew that Triton had been deeply bewitched by this woman and would not help her, so no matter how reluctant she was, she had to face this fact.
——She must kill Medusa with her own hands.
Even at the thought of this possibility, Amphitrite's body began to tremble uncontrollably. She wiped the weapon belonging to the Queen of the Sea with a numb expression. The sharp trident flashed with a dazzling metallic light. Just a slight poke could easily kill a mortal who had no power to protect himself.
Finally, the weapon that had never been used was polished to a golden shine. Amphitrite waited patiently for a long time, and when Poseidon left the seabed again to patrol the sea, she sent away the nymphs who served her and swam alone to her husband's palace, which was also the residence of Medusa.
She walked nervously in the complicated corridor, and every time she saw the nymphs serving Poseidon passing by her, Amphitrite became more nervous.
Finally, she arrived at the rumored residence of Medusa. Amphitrite took a deep breath. At this time, she had no way out. Thinking of this, Amphitrite pushed open the door with an expressionless face.
She swam carefully into the other person's room, her hands nervously changing positions, gripping the metal stick of the trident tightly. Amphitrite intended to give her the pleasure quietly, at least without suffering too much pain.
…
However, after walking around the clean room, Amphitrite felt cold all over because she did not see Medusa.
She suddenly had a bad feeling, so Amphitrite swam out of the other person's room and quickly found a little nymph serving Poseidon and asked, "Where is Medusa?"
Hainingfususha was startled by the sudden appearance of Amphitrite, the Queen of the Sea. But after hearing her question, the feeling of being humiliated and played with came back to her. She said sourly, "His Majesty the Sea God has taken that woman to patrol the sea."
"Today...she went again?"
"Yes!" Susa looked aggrieved. "Medusa has been trying to seduce His Majesty the Seagod these past two days, but He just seems to like her so much that He hasn't even hit her. He's been coaxing her."
Amphitrite was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why Medusa's beating sounded so commonplace in the mouth of this Sea Nymph. Although she had often suffered the wrath of Poseidon, the god of the sea, Amphitrite had never been beaten.
By the way, how could Poseidon dare to hit her? At least she had her father, Oceanus, the god of the ocean, behind her.
But when Amphitrite heard Heningfususha talking about their love, her anger was aroused again. The voices in her ears became more and more distant, and she fell into endless darkness again, almost unable to extricate herself.
"That's enough—"
Amphitrite interrupted Susa with a cold face, "I understand, you go ahead and do your work."
Susa fell silent immediately, bowed slightly to the Queen of the Sea, and swam away.
For a moment, Amphitrite was the only one in the corridor. She pondered for a long time, then suddenly turned her head and looked at the tidy room again. It was like a dark cage that deeply imprisoned all the helplessness and struggle.
But Amphitrite still moved. The struggle in her heart was ultimately no match for the pain, and she finally swam into the room with determination.
She turned around and stretched out her hands with a complicated expression. Just as Amphitrite's heart gradually closed, the door slowly closed.
*
The sea seemed never to have been so calm and beautiful, and the gentle breeze blowing on my body felt extremely comfortable.
At some point, Medusa, who was admiring the beautiful scenery, was taken to Poseidon's strong arms again, just like the last time she was humiliated.
But at this time, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was obviously in a very good mood. The beauty who had always been rebellious was now sitting obediently in his arms. This satisfied his desire for conquest. Not only that, their bodies were so compatible, as if it should be so. The faint greed and desire rekindled and expanded, burning her like a prairie fire, trying to melt her.
This time, because of the magnificent and beautiful sea view and her own little thoughts, Medusa did not completely refuse. But after all, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was an extremely skilled player. After a few teasings, she was in a good mood and wanted whatever she wanted. The sound of their lovemaking made even the bold horse-headed fish-tailed monster blushed and lowered his ears, not daring to listen any more.
The speed of God's chariot was naturally very fast. It had already surpassed several fishing boats and cargo ships, attracting ignorant humans to worship the ruler of the ocean. They did not notice what was happening on the chariot, and did not dare to look closely.
Such a scene obviously strengthened his heroic and complacent mood. Poseidon's rough hands had begun to explore unscrupulously, but Medusa was very sober from beginning to end. She knew that continuous lingering would break the balance she wanted, and she was always concerned about the possible prying eyes around her. So she smiled and held his hand that was about to break, implicitly rejecting him.
But Medusa knew his temper very well, so even a simple handshake was ambiguous. Her fingers suddenly slipped into his fingers during the slow touch, and then gradually went deeper, caressing the soft flesh between his fingers, and slowly tightened their clasped fingers.
"Your hands...are so big."
Her hands were making such ambiguous movements, but her words were extremely simple and innocent, as if knowing the size of His hands was really that important.
Poseidon stopped moving and couldn't help but look at Medusa's hand clasped with his. Her hand looked petite and cute against the backdrop, as if carrying some lingering and sad meaning that could not be escaped.
Even though Medusa's refusal seemed very abrupt, and she tried hard to get rid of the desire on her face, Poseidon still liked the feeling she brought him at this moment, because it seemed to mean that Medusa's love was almost in his pocket.
The golden warhorse began to sink slowly. Poseidon hugged Medusa tightly in his arms and chuckled. Although his hands were intertwined with hers and he could not continue to explore, for the first time he felt a psychological satisfaction that was far greater than physical satisfaction.
The carriage was a bit bumpy, but it finally brought them back to the bottom of the sea. The surrounding marine creatures quietly turned their eyes to look at the sweet togetherness of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Medusa beside him, and then dispersed.
Poseidon didn't care about these things at this time. He was eager to take Medusa back to his golden palace, wanting to strike while the iron was hot and conquer her to the utmost, so that Medusa would fall deeply in love with him as soon as possible and get more from it.
However, when Medusa reached the door of the room, she suddenly stopped, turned to Poseidon with a sleepy expression, covered her mouth and yawned, "Respected Poseidon, I am really too tired after being tormented by you today. I hope you can let me have a good rest."
The faint smile on Poseidon's face disappeared, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but he said nothing, just looked at her quietly, as if to let her realize her mistake and sincerely and charmingly invite him in.
However, Medusa had indeed not slept for a whole day, and had also experienced long-term torture from Poseidon in the process. Although she was deliberately planning to keep him hanging, what she said was indeed the truth. There was even some blueness under her eyes, and the redness and swelling on her face had not completely subsided.
Few people can spoil the fun of Poseidon like this. If it were the old him, he would not care whether his lover was tired or not, but would directly possess her with a sneer. Even seeing the other party's rejection and struggle would make him excited.
But he was only one step away from winning Medusa's love, so he certainly couldn't force her to mock him. Moreover, Poseidon knew that what she said was true, and today was indeed a long and exhausting journey for her.
Thinking of this, Poseidon raised the corner of his lips in triumph. He displayed a rare generosity. He caressed Medusa's loose hair with a lingering feeling and said in a long tone, "Remember to come to me immediately after you wake up."
A sweet and innocent smile appeared on Medusa's tired face, her eyes filled with a seductive sleepiness. "Respected Poseidon, I understand, but it's inevitable that I won't remember the time after falling asleep, and I might sleep for a long time. Please don't wait for me."
As she spoke, she raised her hand to bid farewell to Poseidon, the god of the sea, and slowly swam towards her room.
Medusa slowly closed the door under Poseidon's ambiguous, long and irritating gaze. Only when she could no longer see him did the smile on her face quickly disappear. She sighed tiredly and disgustedly.
She tapped her sore, weak and worn waist and shoulders, intending to forget everything for the time being and fall into a deep sleep immediately.
But just as Medusa was about to raise her hands to take off her clothes, she suddenly felt an indescribable subtle atmosphere behind her, so stagnant that even the water flow completely calmed down.
A sharp and dazzling light flashed across Medusa's eyes through the mirror in front of her. The next second, she reacted subconsciously, turned around suddenly, and reached out to grab something.
At first, her skin didn't feel much pain, she just felt a chill in her palms.
Later, when she saw streams of scarlet blood spreading into the water, Medusa felt a piercing pain in her hand.
She saw the sharp weapon in her hand, and belatedly looked up, only to see Amphitrite, the Queen of the Sea, holding a trident in anger and stabbing at her!
*
As for what happened at this moment, if you say it is unexpected, I am not surprised at all.
No wife could bear to see her husband treat a lover like this, and the Queen of the Sea was no exception.
But when it actually happened, I relaxed.
I have wanted to talk to her alone for a long time, but I never had the chance and was forced to focus on Poseidon, the god of the sea.
In such a tense atmosphere, before I could figure out how to start, Amphitrite spoke first. Her eyes turned red unconsciously. Perhaps she was afraid of being discovered by the omniscient and omnipotent Poseidon, the god of the sea. She spoke in a whisper, but I could still feel her anger.
"I heard everything clearly in the room. I don't understand how there could be such a shameless woman like you!"
Hearing this accusation, I took a deep breath, looked up at her seriously, and lowered my voice, "Respected Queen of the Sea, perhaps I should say this to Poseidon, the God of the Sea. If it weren't for him, I would never come here to compete with you for a man's favor."
"Then you can leave Him! Since you are forced, then even if you ask Triton or me for help, you will always find a way to leave!"
Amphitrite was eager to prove herself right, as this would give her actions a justification. "But you didn't! You deliberately wanted to take my husband away from me!"
As she spoke, she thrust her weapon at me again, causing the wound on my hand to hurt even more. It was clear that the power of Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea, should not be underestimated. Unarmed, I could only rely on the power of hope within me to resist.
Facing the other party's accusations, I was also angry in my heart, but that feeling had been suppressed deep in my heart for too long, and it turned into a powerful force that filled my whole body. I suddenly shook off her weapon with force, causing her to fall to the side.
To prevent her from struggling and taking the opportunity to pick up a weapon to attack again, I held her slender hands tightly and whispered calmly in her ear in an extremely soft voice.
"Respected Queen of the Sea, did you see the slap mark on my face?"
Amphitrite seemed unable to believe that I could control her so easily, but when she heard me say this, she subconsciously shifted her gaze to look at my face.
In fact, the mark of the slap was no longer clearly visible at this time, but this half of the face was still slightly red and swollen. I don’t know how Poseidon had the heart to do that today.
Amphitrite, who was looking at my cheek, was stunned.
"Today, all day long, I... have been forcing a smile and dancing in front of the god I hate the most."
I looked deeply into her eyes, clasped my bleeding hand, and tried to make her empathize with me. "Just when you were doubting yourself and suffering from Poseidon's fickleness, I, who was entangled with him, was also suffering in my heart."
"Do you think I want to sleep in His bed?"
Amphitrite looked at her blankly, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
But I didn't give her any room to reconcile with myself. I spoke aggressively, "Is a god like this really worth your all-out love and loyalty? Is it really worth it for him to make you the person you hate the most?"
"It's impossible for you not to see that He is only using you for power and has never had any sincerity towards you. Even if your father Oceanus helps you, it will be useless..."
Amphitrite's chest suddenly surged. Perhaps I had touched upon something sad. She looked at me with sorrowful eyes, her pretty face and nose slightly red, and her voice choked with tears. "Yes! You're right!"
"—but what can I do? Divorce my husband? But how is that possible?"
I looked at her sympathetically, feeling her struggle gradually weaken. I reached out a hand and gently stroked her cheek. "Respected Amphitrite, you are different from me. At least you still have your father, the Ocean God. Do you remember the happiness you had as a nymph?"
This sentence may have touched upon the memories deep in her heart, and Amphitrite's eyes began to wander. I didn't actually use the power I hoped for, but her face gradually revealed a look of nostalgia.
"I remember, I remember..."
"My sisters and I spent the whole day carefree playing in the water. My father looked after us kindly and led us to explore the deep and complex ocean and chase those lovely aquatic animals."
I nodded as if I felt the same way, and gently encouraged her to continue, "And then?"
Amphitrite suddenly laughed like a young girl. "We hid in the waves together to peek at the handsome sailors on the ship and were almost discovered. We also sneaked to the shore together and strangely felt the feeling of standing on the mainland with our legs. It was all so happy..."
But soon, the smile on Amphitrite's face suddenly faded, "—until He appeared."
She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and I lowered my eyes and sighed softly, "I'm not trying to win your husband's favor. Like you, I desperately want to be free of everything he's inflicted on me. But he's so powerful, I have to find a way... to make him pay."
I said the last sentence with great hesitation, for I was not sure Amphitrite would go against her husband and keep this secret for me, but I did it anyway.
I always believe that as long as Amphitrite has any tenderness in her heart, then as a wife, she will never tolerate such a despicable husband, no matter how powerful he is or how shocking this is.
"I have placed all my trust in you. You can tell Him, and then after I die, watch as the second, third, and countless 'Medusa' appear beside Him."
I said this in the most seductive tone, my fingers lingering tenderly at the corners of her red and swollen eyes.
"You can also pretend that you know nothing and wait quietly for things to happen. If I succeed by chance, you can return to your father and live a free life. Even if I fail, it has nothing to do with you..."
Amphitrite raised her eyes and looked at me with an indescribable look, but soon her eyelashes fluttered and she avoided my gaze.
After a long moment, she calmly put away the pain and struggle on her face and looked at me expressionlessly, "You can let me go now, because I really don't know anything."
Hearing Amphitrite say this, I breathed a sigh of relief and released the shackles on her.
With a complicated expression, she walked towards her weapon, bent down to pick it up, and then turned her head and said in a very gentle voice, "Will He disappear from my sight forever?"
"I don't know either."
Amphitrite slowly tightened her grip on the trident and looked up at me. "Maybe I love Him, but I've really... had enough."
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