Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 383 Who to Betray?

Medea was indeed suffering the most terrible psychological shock.

The her of the past.

She now.

The contrast between the harmonious and loving scenes with her family in the past and her crazy and reckless behavior after meeting Jason is crystal clear.

She had a premonition that if she wasn't freed from the curse called "love," she couldn't imagine what she would do next.

She had already killed her own brother to kill Jason. If Jason needed her, perhaps? Maybe? No, she would definitely break all moral boundaries for him and become the most despised and terrifying witch in the world.

Once she left her hometown, she was like a rootless duckweed, no longer able to get support from her family.

In an attempt to prove what they call love, they make one mistake after another.

In truth, Medea was unaware that when she returned to her homeland with Jason, she would murder his shameless uncle who refused to relinquish the throne, thus continuing her sorceressly life. Furthermore, her mad love for Jason would ultimately drive him to stray and marry a princess from another country…

I loved!

miss!

I've been crazy!

After the love spell was broken, every muscle in Medea's face seemed to have its own thoughts, twitching uncontrollably, making her originally beautiful and charming face look quite terrifying, which stunned Jason.

Jason took a step back.

This instinctive step back was quite serious, which made Medea feel even more sorrowful.

"Jason, do you truly love me? Or are you just using my identity for the sake of the Golden Fleece? Are you really not using Cupid's magic to achieve your so-called grand adventure? To love someone means to love all of them? Do you truly love all of me?"

Medea clutched her clothes to her chest in anguish, looking as if she might collapse from a heart attack at any moment. Her face, filled with utter grief, held a hint of madness and malice that Jason found utterly unbearable.

Jason took two more steps back, putting some distance between himself and Medea.

Even though he didn't say a word, he demonstrated his stance through his actions.

“Hoo hoo! Ha ha! Wa ha ha ha! Liar! Jason, you are a big liar! You knew it was a conspiracy by the Greek gods! Yet you were willing to take what didn’t belong to you without working for it! What wisdom, what courage, it’s all bullshit!” Medea shouted hysterically.

Jason was not only gripped by fear, but also by self-doubt.

His greatest achievement in life was obtaining the Golden Fleece. Apart from that, what right does he have to call himself the captain of the Argo?

The thought that his identity as a hero would be stripped away because of Medea's awakening was like a knife to his heart.

Before becoming a hero, his only asset was being a disciple of the centaur sage Chiron. It was through his master's name that he was able to gather so many heroes. Now, suddenly, he's told that his so-called achievements were nothing more than those gained through a cursed, insane princess. This is tantamount to completely negating his life.

It's no wonder he's confused.

What kind of spiritual comfort could there be for this mad princess who killed her own brother for him?

His confusion and indifference deepened Medea's despair.

"Ahhhhhh—" Forgetting all decorum, Medea knelt on the ground and burst into tears, covering her face.

The atmosphere at the scene was chaotic.

At this moment, Brunhilde stepped forward and approached Towns: "My lord?"

She was asking Towns how to deal with Medea.

Towns had no interest in taking in a mortal princess with such a stubborn and almost 'landmine-like' personality. In the mythology, she even killed her two sons in the end to take revenge on Jason.

Even if Medea was a beauty surpassing even the goddess of beauty, was Downs, as the God-Emperor, really supposed to serve such a mad and obsessive woman? Downs spoke: "This is a tragedy caused by the deliberate interference of the Greek gods! Medea, do you still have a chance to undo this?"

"Your Majesty?" Medea raised her head in disbelief, looking at the giant god before her with her face ravaged by tears.

【Ellie.】

Aileen understood and sent a small crystal bottle out from afar: "Although you killed your loved one out of love, it was not your fault. This is a requiem bottle, which can let your brother rest in peace. If the Greek underworld has not yet taken your brother's soul, I can let him come to Valhalla as a heroic spirit, or let him be reincarnated in the world of Kinlunga."

Medea's body trembled slightly. She knew that there was no such thing as a great favor without a reason.

"What do I need to do for this?"

Eresh said coldly, "It was the Greek gods who committed the sins, so naturally we must seek revenge against them. You—no, you should appear in my dream and try to persuade your father..."

Even though Ereshkigal didn't finish her sentence, Medea knew that her title of "Witch of Betrayal" was likely about to be fulfilled. However, it was betrayal of the Greek world, not betrayal of her closest relatives.

Did she even have a choice at this point?

No! She had no choice!
From the moment the Argo was captured, her and her family's fate was no longer in their own hands. She was merely a victim of the battle between two pantheons.

But she didn't mind the role.

If you are unjust, I will be unjust in return!
The Greek gods wronged her and her family, so it's only right that she seeks revenge.

"Your Majesty the Great God-Emperor, I have only one request."

【explain. 】

"If I succeed, in the future... please grant me a love that will never be betrayed."

This... is actually quite interesting.

Downs looked at Merlin, who had captured Medea, with great interest, a gaze that sent a chill down Merlin's spine.

Towns nodded: "Okay."

Medea withdrew.

Naturally, the next step was to deal with Jason.

Jason struggled to speak for a long time, but couldn't utter any words of pleading.

[Poor fellow, the glory of royalty is not your thing. You might as well go to India and be a minor chieftain of a princely state!]

"Huh?" Jason was a little dumbfounded.

He wanted to refuse, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

He was no longer the so-called leader of the Argonauts 50; he was unworthy of the title and not worth that much. He had surrendered, and Towns couldn't just kill him casually, so he simply sent him away to some remote corner.

After dealing with those two, only one prisoner remained: Orpheus.

He was the son of Apollo, the god of light, and Calliope, one of the nine Muses. His musical talent was extraordinary. His playing could move wood and stone to sorrow, and tame wild beasts. The nymph Eurydice, captivated by the melodious sounds of his lyre, fell into the arms of the handsome young man.

During the wedding feast, the nymph was bitten on the foot by a poisonous snake and died. The lovestruck Orpheus rushed into Hades, the god of the underworld, and moved Hades with his lyre, giving Eurydice a second chance at life. But Hades warned the young man never to look back before leaving Hades. As his journey through the underworld neared its end, Orpheus, unable to suppress his love, turned back to check if his wife was following behind, causing Eurydice to fall back into the abyss of Hades.

This is yet another tragic figure.

I must admit, this guy plays the piano really well.

Towns kept him around as a human music player.

(End of this chapter)