"Hector, you did a fantastic job! As expected of Troy's great hero!"
Hector, panting heavily, climbed onto the ship from the water like a salted fish flipping over, lying on the deck without wanting to move a muscle.
Upon hearing Jason's praise, he just replied wearily:
"Next time, let's not have me do this kind of thing..."
He truly had no desire to experience again the feeling of being disrespected from both inside and out.
Jason, son of Aeson, King of Iolcos, originally named Diomedes, changed his name to Jason after being taken in by Chiron.
His mythical legend begins with the clichéd story of reclaiming his throne.
Simply put, in order to reclaim the throne, he first had to obtain the [Golden Fleece]. To this end, he built the Argo and gathered various heroes from all over Greece, embarking on a journey to find the [Golden Fleece].
With heroes like Heracles, Atalanta, and Medea among the crew of the Argo, and with Jason being such a scumbag, of course, he had it in the bag.
Thus, after deceiving Medea, who was still an innocent girl at the time, he successfully obtained the [Golden Fleece] he so desperately wanted and ascended to the throne.
Although later, he was backstabbed by Medea after she saw his true nature.
For Lin Qi, who had just learned about this Dio affair, it was actually a bit confusing.
As someone from Shenzhou (China), he found it hard to understand whether it would be simpler and faster to just kill the guy who usurped his throne, or whether it would be easier to do as his rival said and seize the [Golden Fleece] and bring it back.
But then it occurred to him—this is f*cking Greek mythology—and Lin Qi felt relieved.
Jason picked up the Holy Grail from beside Hector and, with considerable magnanimity, agreed:
"No problem! Although the plan is still one or two steps short, we can leave the rest to Heracles!"
Jason confidently patted the arm of the figure standing beside him, who was like a black iron tower.
His tone was filled with nothing but trust in Heracles.
"Alright then... Hey, can someone treat my wounds first? This really hurts, you know."
After lying there for a while and realizing no one was coming to heal him, Hector couldn't help but speak up.
"Hai hai, coming right away, Lord Hector. Leave the wound recovery to me."
Hearing this, a cute girl with a single ponytail and a staff in her hand walked over with a smile and began using magecraft to treat Hector's wounds.
The light of magical energy illuminated the girl's face, as well as Hector's wounds.
Medea Lily, just like a certain Artoria Lily, is an existence from a younger period.
She hasn't been deceived by Jason yet, and hasn't even finished her training, but her magecraft abilities are still not to be underestimated. As a Mage of the Age of Gods, no modern magus can compare to her in terms of magecraft prowess.
But then again, if the Medea summoned in this Singularity were the one from the Fifth Holy Grail War, she would have probably backstabbed Jason already, right?
"Just heal him a little is enough. It's not like Hector's going to die anytime soon anyway."
Hearing Jason's words, Hector's eyes widened, looking at him with an incredulous stare.
Are you serious, bro? What kind of talk is this 'just heal him a little is enough'?
"Hurry, hurry! That mob over there is already preparing to escape! Quickly use the magecraft you prepared to trap them!"
Jason, watching the movements on the Golden Hind, ignored Hector's visual protest and kept urging Medea.
"Hai hai, understood. I'll be right there."
Medea helplessly stopped her healing magecraft and stood up under Hector's despairing gaze.
"Sorry, Lord Hector. If it's you, with the treatment I just gave, you should definitely be able to hold on a while longer, right?"
After tossing out this perfunctory remark, Medea turned to face Jason.
"Really, Master, you're too impatient. Treating Lord Hector, who was the main force in this battle, like this... He might even cry, you know!"
Medea said reproachfully.
"Cry? Crying still takes time, you know!"
Jason frowned and said, completely unconcerned.
Then, with some anxiety, he pointed towards the location of the Golden Hind, signaling for Medea to hurry up and act.
"If we don't act quickly, we won't be able to catch Euryale, you know!"
"Sigh, even if you say that, the magecraft I prepared to control them was set up in advance, thanks to Lord Hector's reminder."
Medea let out a sigh.
Because Drake had escaped right in front of Hector twice before, having learned his lesson, he naturally took precautions against Drake and the others escaping again.
His method was simple: just tell Medea, who has the nickname "Doraemon." As a Mage of the Age of Gods proficient in all sorts of magecraft, it would be simple for Medea to come up with some countermeasures, right?
Medea waved her staff, and a faint blue, illusory magic circle ensnared the Golden Hind, which hadn't gotten far.
On the Golden Hind.
"Bad news! Our ship is trapped! No matter how we steer it, it's like we're stuck in place!"
After struggling for a while and finding it useless, the pirates began to panic.
"F*ck!"
Drake cursed angrily, then turned to look at Lin Qi and Euryale.
"Any ideas from you two?"
On their side, these two were the ones who seemed somewhat scholarly and looked like they might know something.
Faced with Drake's question, Lin Qi was the first to shake his head.
When it came to magecraft, he was utterly clueless—seven apertures, six were blocked, he only understood the bare basics. Usually, his magecraft might seem impressive, but it all relied on the [Rune Magecraft] from Cú Chulainn's legacy.
His actual magecraft ability was just knowing some basic spells and being able to light a fire.
"Astounding. This quality, at the very least, is a large-scale compound magecraft or ritual magecraft. And to cast it so quickly, with such strong binding power even from this distance..."
Euryale clearly knew much more than Lin Qi, her tone full of surprise.
"Among our opponents, there is definitely an excellent magus. And they came prepared; they anticipated our actions!"
After her surprise, Euryale stated with absolute certainty.
It was probably Hector's doing again; otherwise, it was hard to explain why the enemy reacted so quickly.
"Then can we smash these glaring things to pieces?"
As she spoke, Drake fired several shots at the illusory magic circles surrounding them.
The bullets passed right through the surrounding magic circles without causing any damage, flying off to who-knows-where in the blink of an eye.
"No good. In a sense, the magic circles here are just projections. The real core is probably on their ship."
Euryale shook her head.
"Damn it! This doesn't work, that doesn't work. Might as well pull our old trick again!"
Drake pulled out the Holy Grail.
"Uh, Boss, what do you mean?"
A pirate lackey, seeing this familiar scene, couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Of course, we fly away to escape! This is the third time already, you should be used to it by now, right?"
Drake grinned.
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