Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

"Lord Moran… I don't understand…"

Medea didn't quite understand.

Because she only thought about how to satisfy the love in her heart, and didn't think that love would bring her pain at all.

This concept was too absolute.

This absoluteness was not necessarily a good thing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. When you hesitate, think back to my words carefully. I believe you will make the right choice."

Moran smiled with a raised corner of his mouth.

He believed that Medea would eventually understand.

No matter what, committing the crime of dismembering her own younger brother, what kind of happiness can such an act of patricide bring?

Moran didn't want Medea to make this kind of mistake.

And didn't need the birth of a betrayed witch.

[You and Medea sneaked into the palace]

[With the support of concealment magic, you easily entered the palace's treasure vault]

[Most of the people in the palace went to watch how the Argonauts would pass the trials, and with Medea's identity as a princess to cover things up in the palace, no one thought that anyone would come to steal the Golden Fleece]

[In the treasure vault, you successfully stole the Golden Fleece]

[The two of you left the palace]

[Soon after, the Argonauts broke through the three trials set by King Aeetes.]

[As in your myth, King Aeetes reversed his previous gentle attitude, and he still didn't intend to hand over the Golden Fleece. Jason, who originally wanted to argue, was stopped by you]

"This is infuriating! Moran! Don't stop me! I'm going to argue with this old scoundrel today!"

"Calm down!"

Moran whispered a sentence.

Jason's eyes widened like bells the moment he heard it.

Revealing an expression as if he had seen an earthquake.

"Ahem! Really, you king are too shameless! I, Jason, disdain to argue with a bastard liar! It lowers my status! But, don't think I will give up on the Golden Fleece! I will be back!"

Although Jason's tone was still violent.

However, the surrounding heroes felt that something was wrong.

According to the Jason they knew.

If he knew that someone dared to play him like this, he would never admit defeat even if he threw a tantrum and acted like a rogue.

It was impossible for him to simply run away like this.

Unless this guy had been personality-modified.

"Hmph, the Argonauts are nothing more than this, they are still afraid of the powerful national strength of my Colchis!"

Aeetes showed a smug smile.

He had heard countless people say not to provoke the Argonauts before.

Now it seemed that they were nothing more than this.

[Watching the heroes leave the palace in a dispirited manner, Aeetes, as the ruler of a country, was very proud]

[However, he felt that something was wrong]

[But he couldn't say what it was]

"Jason, don't hold back if you're sick, do you have a rare mental illness? You know, you have to treat it if you're sick."

Asclepius's face was very solemn.

He judged that Jason was very ill.

Otherwise, it was impossible to give up the Golden Fleece like this.

The other heroes also had the same idea as Asclepius, mostly thinking that Jason was possessed by an evil spirit.

"Is anyone watching us around here?"

Jason stared around like a thief.

Looking at him, he couldn't be any stranger.

"You guy, are you really sick? No one is watching us, at least I can't sense it."

Atalanta rarely showed a worried look.

She thought Jason's brain was damaged.

Getting the answer that confirmed that there was no one around, Jason immediately ran with all his might:

"You guys don't be stunned! Run quickly! Go back to the ship! That shameless old man might find out later! Run!"

The speed at which he ran was so fast that he was flying.

Making the heroes dumbfounded.

Although they didn't know what was going on with Jason, they still ran quickly towards the Argo.

On the way, they found out what was going on.

"No wonder, I was wondering why you weren't at the scene when we were passing the trials, Moran, it turns out you went to steal the Golden Fleece."

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, I call this foresight."

"Heh, you're really something."

Atalanta couldn't help but praise.

The more she looked at this man who considered things so thoroughly, the more she felt it was difficult to leave.

The love in her heart continued to surge.

"Hehe, Atalanta, I helped too! It's my first time doing something like this, it's a bit exciting!"

Medea playfully stuck out her little tongue.

This look was very cute and playful.

A princess who had always been raised in a greenhouse, following the rules, was experiencing the thrill of rebellion for the first time.

She truly felt a sense of pleasure from breaking the rules, like a good girl turning bad.

It was both exciting and nerve-wracking.

"Moran, you're not allowed to corrupt Medea."

"I don't think I'm corrupting her…"

[The heroes raced back to the Argo.]

[You poured magical energy into the ship to start it at top speed, then set course back to Iolcos.]

[However, Aeetes was no fool.]

[Sensing something was off about the Argo heroes, he didn't ignore the suspicious signs and inspected the treasury.]

[As a result, he discovered that the national treasure, the Golden Fleece, was gone.]

[Combining this with the earlier strange behavior of the Argo heroes, Aeetes understood what had happened, and he was so enraged that he nearly had a stroke.]

[So much for heroes!]

[How could they resort to such underhanded tactics, each one more shameless and unscrupulous than the last!?]

[Although he was the first to act shamelessly, Aeetes was clearly unwilling to suffer the loss. He dispatched half of Colchis's military force to hunt you down, retrieve the Golden Fleece, and bring back Princess Medea.]

[The Colchian army had the advantage in their own territory, and they quickly caught up with the Argo.]

[You fought against the army to break through the encirclement.]

Greek ships were not low-tech.

Each Colchian ship could be considered a modern warship, loaded with magic-filled cannons for anti-army combat.

Both sides were equipped with eight fully automatic magic crossbows.

This was a powerful demonstration of mecha-god technology.

"Report, the first unit has engaged the Argo."

"Further tighten the encirclement and set up obstacles. Our fleet has the geographical advantage! We must prevent the Argo from easily leaving this sea area. We must not let them take our national treasure, the Golden Fleece, and we must bring the princess back!"

Absyrtus commanded with a stern expression.

He was the leader of this pursuit.

Looking at the heroes on the Argo who were blocking the magic arrows, he saw them as nothing more than a group of plunderers.

They even dared to abduct his sister in broad daylight!

What utter shamelessness!