Chapter 164 Cat Girl Development Plan (4.2k)
March, deep in the Acadia Mountains.
The overlapping green forests are like pieces of finely carved emerald screens, surrounding the valley that is the sacred place of Artemis.
Inside the clear holy spring in the center of the valley, two figures were embroiled in a fierce battle, the intense battle stirring up circles of broken ripples on the calm lake surface, with snow-white water splashing high into the air.
Finally, with a low moan that she tried to suppress, the limp hunting goddess emerged from the water, wrapped her arms and legs around her lover like an octopus, resting her beautiful head on his warm chest. She closed her starry eyes comfortably, and quietly enjoyed the wonderful aftertaste of the symphony of life.
Looking at Artemis's beautiful, rosy face, Loen raised the corners of his lips with a sense of accomplishment, lowered his head and kissed the goddess of hunting's smooth forehead, and the floating shadow behind him gradually faded.
I have to admit that in addition to its fast movement speed, the Goat also seems to have good durability in some aspects.
And compared to humans, their desires seem to be more frequent.
After just a brief moment of tenderness, Loen's gaze towards the female hunter in his arms began to gradually warm up.
And this is the seventh time.
But as the rustling sound of branches and leaves shaking in the dense forest came from far away, the faces of the two people who were having a secret love in the holy spring changed, and they hurriedly went ashore, quickly steamed the water on their bodies, and put on dry clothes prepared in advance.
At the same time, a petite figure rushed to the shore excitedly, crossing the dense forest with a speed and agility comparable to that of a civet cat.
"Teacher, Master Artemis, I caught it!"
A shivering young golden doe was held high by two white little hands.
The young hunter who successfully caught the prey, although barely one meter tall, had eyes as sharp as a forest beast, and his green hair grew naturally without any maintenance, and he looked not at all embellished and gorgeous, but instead revealed a natural wildness.
At the same time, a pair of small cat ears poked out from the green hair and trembled gently; the small tail at the back, the same as that of a cat, also swayed happily with the owner's happy mood.
"Well, Ata is amazing!"
Lorne walked forward, put his hand on the furry little head, stroked it gently, and praised it with a smile.
However, this intimacy made the green-haired cat girl in front of him couldn't help but frown. She slapped away the hand that was making trouble on her head and reminded him angrily.
"Teacher, it is very rude to touch a soldier's head. I am not a child who needs to be comforted!"
Looking at the little cat girl in front of him, who was holding her head high and solemnly declaring that she had grown up and was independent, Loen couldn't help laughing.
Because she is only three years old.
But considering the girl's overly strong self-esteem, Loen had to be patient and nodded perfunctorily to show his respect for a warrior, but in his heart he was trying hard to hold back his laughter and muttering to himself.
Well, in a sense, you are an adult.
After all, a three-year-old cat is equivalent to an 18-year-old human.
A certain unscrupulous teacher joked in his heart while secretly deciding to feed his little Atalanta more lion milk to accelerate her development and continue his cat girl training plan.
That’s right, the little cat girl in front of him was the Arcadian princess Atalanta whom he had picked up in the mountains.
Perhaps because she drank the lion's milk and received the blessing of the hunting goddess Artemis, the Arcadian princess awakened the divine factor in her body. As she grew up, her body incorporated the characteristics of cats such as lions, and she became a true little cat girl.
As a teacher and breeder, Lorne was naturally very satisfied with the changes in little Atalanta, and he devoted himself even more to shaping her into the image of a wild cat girl in his mind.
However, the only drawback is that, because she was raised too successfully, this cat girl, who grew up in the mountains and temples, is too independent and not clingy at all.
She was only three years old, but she had already started hunting, which deprived her teacher, Loen, of a lot of fun petting cats.
Now, he seemed to understand the resentment that his teacher Circe felt towards him.
Just as Loen was sighing, little Atalanta in front of him sniffed around and couldn't help frowning.
"Strange, why does it smell strange, like... heather?"
“Ahem!”
Ron and Artemis coughed quickly and immediately used a new topic to divert little Atalanta's attention.
"It's getting late."
"How about we eat first?"
Upon hearing this, Atalanta couldn't help licking her cherry lips and nodded immediately.
"Okay, let's go back to camp!"
As she spoke, the little cat girl loosened her hands and decisively let go of the captured young female deer. She took the arms of Lorne and Artemis on the left and right and walked towards the camp in the distance.
Along the way, Atalanta was not idle. Sometimes she asked the teacher on the left about some fighting techniques, and sometimes she asked the goddess of hunting on the right about hunting questions.
Three figures, two adults and one child, were chatting casually, just like a family of three walking in the jungle. They soon arrived at their destination in a harmonious atmosphere.
Looking around, you can see a temple built of cedar, cypress, white marble and gold, standing majestically in the empty valley.
Nineteen nymphs who had returned from hunting were either sorting their quivers, cutting up the prey, or feeding grass to the golden-horned deer pulling the cart.
Curls of smoke were rising from the bonfire in front of the temple, the golden roasted meat was oozing with oil, and the boiling mushroom soup was emitting a delicious aroma.
Inside the temple, nine graceful figures sat in two rows, enjoying their post-hunting entertainment as usual, playing beautiful music and humming pleasant tunes.
There are 4 on the left side of the temple, they are:-
Euterpe, sitting with a flute in hand, whose name means joy, is in charge of lyric poetry and music;
-
Standing with a comedy mask in hand, Talia, whose name means prosperity, rules comedy and pastoral music;
Next to her is Cleo, whose name means praise and she controls history;
-
The one with a melancholy look on his face is Polynya, whose name means hymn, and he is in charge of hymns and rhetoric.
There are 5 on the right side of the temple, they are:-
The seated Thersikore holding a lyre, whose name means dance, is in charge of chorus and dance;
Calliope, who stands with a wax tablet in hand, has a pleasant name and is in charge of epics;
-
Melpomene, the mask-bearing one, whose name is sweet, is in charge of tragedy and lamentation;
Next to it is Urania, whose name means sky and is in charge of astronomy and astrology;
-
The person holding the lyre with his back to the picture is Erato, whose name means cute, and he is in charge of love poems and solos.
Seeing Artemis, Lorne, and Atalanta arriving, the nine goddesses of literature and art stood up and happily invited the three to take a seat and join the carnival together.
As the hunting nymphs brought delicious food, Lorne shared the newly brewed wine.
The goddesses gathered in front of the hunting temple, enjoying delicious food, drinking fine wine, and singing and dancing under the influence of alcohol.
Infected by the joyful atmosphere, the nymphs held hands and danced wildly, venting their abundant energy.
As the atmosphere became more and more heated, the quiet Muse gradually plucked up her courage, blinking her beautiful eyes and extending an invitation to Lorne.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three years have passed since Apollo was exiled.
During the first six months, the nine Muses stayed obediently in the Temple of the Hearth Goddess, followed Loen, and rarely went out.
With the care of Athena and the occasional protection of Artemis, they finally succeeded in warding off the gazes of those who coveted them and gradually lived a peaceful life.
In the process of getting along with each other, they increasingly enjoyed the way of getting along with this god of wine.
It is not a kind of subordination between superiors and subordinates, but an equal communication like that between friends.
Unlike the gods who could only accompany the poems of the main god Apollo and serve as green leaves to set off the red flowers, this god of wine was a good audience.
Most of the time, he would take time out to sit quietly in the audience and listen carefully to the work of each Muse. He not only affirmed their unique talents, gave accurate evaluations, but also put forward targeted suggestions for improvement.
Whenever their inspiration ran dry, the god of wine would take them to appreciate the natural scenery, step into human cities, or drink fine wine at sunset. Through various experiences and feelings, they would collide with the spark of creation.
It must be said that spending time with this god of wine were the most relaxing days they could remember.
——You don’t need to think about how to obey orders, just be yourself.
So, when the alcohol started to take over and instinct overcame reason, the Muses could not help but gather around him to compete for this best listener, and together with him, they performed their own impromptu music in indulgence.
However, before the nine Muses could decide who would be the first to get the qualification to dance with the "true fan", a slight cough interrupted the argument among the Muses.
Artemis shook the wine glass and looked at the nine Muses.
Suddenly, the nine originally passionate Muses felt as if they fell into an ice cellar. Their blood quickly cooled down, and most of the intoxication in their bodies dissipated. They hurriedly retracted their necks and turned into ostriches.
But even so, the hunting goddess's eyes still did not move away from them, but gradually a trace of suspicion emerged in her mind.
When did they get so good together?
Just as Artemis was about to ask, she was suddenly yanked up by a hand.
"Lady Artemis, since they have sincerely invited you, please don't act like a goddess."
Loen smiled and blinked, then pulled little Atalanta beside him and walked towards the Muses in front of the fire.
Immediately, the nine goddesses of literature and art understood what he meant, and quickly grabbed the hands of Atalanta and Artemis, formed a circle, and danced lightly around the fire.
The nineteen nymphs also smiled and held each other's hands, forming another circle on the outside, singing and dancing happily.
So, this is what it means?
Looking at the smiles on everyone's faces, Artemis suddenly came to an understanding and quietly approached her lover, using carnival to cover up her restless heart and behavior that was unbecoming of a virgin goddess.
After confirming that the female hunter beside him had dispelled her doubts, Loen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It was a close call. I almost got tricked by these muses.
To be on the safe side, it’s better not to hang around your lover.
But it’s okay, it’s almost time to move on to the next step of the plan.
Lorne made up his mind, and after a dance beat ended, he pulled Artemis back to her seat and spoke in a deep voice.
"I heard that Thessaly suffered a disaster recently."
The murmur in her ear made Artemis startled. She turned to look at her lover beside her and then bit her cherry lips.
"This is a punishment. Father God will not agree to it. I can't get away."
"So, I want to take them to the underworld..."
Lorne looked towards the direction of Thessaly, hinting at something.
When Artemis heard this, she immediately understood and was filled with emotion.
"What if we get discovered?"
Lorne's eyes were gentle and full of understanding.
"Don't worry. We just received an invitation from some mortal city builders recently and need to travel to the netherworld. Thessaly can be used as an alternative option."
Artemis' eyes lit up and she nodded in agreement with great joy.
In this way, it was not a solo visit to Apollo who was serving his sentence, but a side trip.
However, before leaving, the hunting goddess was still a little worried about her lover who dared to disobey the orders of his father Zeus for her.
"Then you should be careful."
Lorne smiled and nodded, then at the end of the banquet, he sent Artemis away reluctantly and entrusted little Atalanta to the care of his lover.
As the goddess of hunting disappeared from sight, the Muses who had a guilty conscience breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the god of wine on the field and asked cautiously.
"Where are we going next? Back to Olympus?"
"No, go to the mortal world..."
Lorne shook his head and pondered meaningfully.
“To accomplish something great.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand and broke off a branch, which turned into a walking stick. His body twisted and his originally upright figure gradually became hunched. His black hair turned white, and his eyes, which were as bright as stars, were covered with a layer of gray.
Then, the blind old man tapped his cane and a smile of pleasure appeared at the corner of his lips.
"From now on, we are called——【Homer】..."
The Muses looked at each other in astonishment.
~~
A few days later, in a valley in Mount Pelion.
A man with blond hair and green eyes, whose upper body is a handsome and gentle human figure and whose lower body is a slender brown and yellow horse body, was kneeling on the green grass on the gentle slope outside the cave.
Boom boom boom…
As the Centaur god rhythmically tapped the stone hammer in the mortar, the crisp sound of pounding medicine floated into the wide and refreshing cave behind him.
"Teacher Ma, I'm here to see you."
Hearing the familiar name, the Centaur god walked over and handed a bowl of thick dark green medicine to the blind old man at the intersection.
"Teacher Ma, there's no need for this. I feel much better now."
Smelling the pungent smell, the old man's face turned green and he felt nauseous. He quickly laughed dryly and declined.
"Don't give up treatment. Repeatedly clean and comb the meridians of your eyes with medicine. This may cure your blindness."
The Centaur healer advised gently, then paused.
"By the way, my name is Chiron..."
"Okay then, Mr. Ma..."
Seeing that he couldn't refuse, the blind old man blinked and muttered, then he had to take the stone bowl, pinched his nose resignedly, and drank the bitter and sour soup in one gulp.
Uh, my name is... never mind...
Chiron took back the empty bowl, shook his head helplessly at the strange title, and left some sweet and sour wild fruits wrapped in leaves to help the patient get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth, then left.
The old man who was invited into the cave, held up the rolled-up leaves in his hands, threw the fruit inside into his mouth and chewed it with a satisfied expression. Then he tapped his walking stick, looked at the gloomy young man with long white hair in the cave with his gray eyes, and smiled faintly.
"Long time no see, little brother Asclepius..."
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
