Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Just then, a melody suddenly came from the entrance (inaudible from the outside). The song, as gentle as a mother's embrace, came with the wind.

Brisses' emotions gradually stabilized, and she was slightly stunned—a look of indescribable relief flashed in the eyes of that face that was so similar to Chryseis's.

It was so warm that she wanted to snuggle into her mother's arms, cry her heart out, and then get a good night's sleep.

She understood the emotions the song was trying to convey.

Because of this gentleness, Brisses was no longer afraid, but instead became curious about who had come.

It couldn't be Agamemnon, the kind of tyrant who left such a cruel impression on me after just one glance (definitely a domestic abuser). That kind of person couldn't play such gentle music.

Achilles was also incapable of playing such a piece, even though he was young and handsome and possessed strength that few in all of Greece could match.

A martial demigod, the young prince yearns for the battlefield. He may be skilled in the art of fighting, but he has very little artistic talent.

Who else could possibly get here?

Even Agamemnon and Achilles crossed over...

Without the approval of those two, who could possibly get close to this place?

Although Brises was unwilling to admit it, her current status was indeed that of a trophy of the hero Achilles, which was then taken away by Agamemnon.

How she wished it were her father or a god in heaven who had noticed her suffering and come to save her.

But reality told her that this was just wishful thinking.

finally--

That night, I stepped completely into the dark basement, relying on the faint sunlight filtering in from the window.

Brices was stunned when he saw what Night looked like.

What a beautiful person she was!

The moonlight wove her long, silvery-white hair, making her as beautiful as a star. Her deep, mysterious eyes, with a hint of divinity, looked in this direction, causing Brices' heart to tremble.

at this time--

A handsome young man, as beautiful as a daffodil, gently plucked a string with his long, slender, white fingers. Brices was certain that such a scene would touch the hearts of every girl in the world.

Brises' first impression of the night was... beautiful!

If this beauty were to manifest as a woman, it would surely be the same as Pandora of yesteryear and Helen of today, a beauty that could drive countless heroes mad.

Even Achilles, the demigod who had seen him in person, was not as handsome as him.

I couldn't help but glance at Brises a few more times...

The fear in my heart lessened a bit.

First of all, a person with good looks is always easier to approach than someone with poor looks, making people less afraid of them.

Ye's image and temperament have always been excellent.

In addition, the night's piano music adds to the positive impression.

If it were Odysseus or Patroclus, what would Brises look like?

In this dimly lit basement, with only a few faint lights, it's really not good-looking enough. Once you enter, you'll be under a shadow buff and instantly turn into an ugly man.

That would make it impossible to calm the other person down and then have a conversation.

If the other party didn't cooperate and screamed a few times, it would be a disservice to that kind of ghostly scene.

At this moment, facing the night, Brices was even able to remain calm and cautiously take the initiative to ask, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Chapter 71 The Walking Humanoid Deity Attractor, Night: Who is it this time?

Griffiths—

"Griffiths, Lista." Night smiled gently as she spoke.

……

Fast forward three hours to find Briceth and have a conversation with him.

She discovered that her younger sister Brises and older sister Chryseis had very similar personalities, and even their kindness and strength seemed to be cut from the same mold.

If it weren't for their different hairstyles—Briseth had twin braids in front of her chest and looked a bit younger—Ye would really mistake the two sisters for one person.

Brice's emotions were very stable, which was the most comforting thing about her and a testament to her strength.

Upon learning of Ye's purpose and identity, the other party's first reaction was not surprise, but concern for what Ye was doing at such great risk, and advised Ye to escape before being discovered.

This place, which gathers most of the heroes of all Greece, would have predictable consequences if it were discovered and exposed.

She didn't want anyone to be in danger because of her.

Even though Brises desperately wanted to be rescued.

This kindness stems from a willingness to go against one's own conscience rather than burden others.

Ye continued playing the piano, soothing her heart and assuring her that she would rescue her no matter what.

Later that night, he performed a few magic tricks for Brisses and handed her a small piece of strawberry cake.

He took this from a previous banquet...

He thought that if they actually found Brices' hiding place, it might come in handy.

Brises, having refused to serve Agamemnon, had not eaten the water and food sent by King Agamemnon for several days.

...glug...

Briceth swallowed hard, a blush of embarrassment spreading across her face, as she lost her composure and elegance.

Night gave him an encouraging look.

Having already gained some of his trust, Briceth did not refuse again, and quickly finished the cake after accepting it.

Finally, still somewhat unsatisfied, he licked the cream off his lips, like a cute little kitten.

Subconsciously—

Briceth's eyes revealed a longing look, as if to say, "I want more."

any left?

She was hungry. Night indicated that she could eat the food and water that Agamemnon brought.

Although I can bring you some food, it's not as convenient as eating here directly.

Night told Briceth—

You can use those foods and water with peace of mind; he checked them and there are no problems.

Agamemnon won't have time to visit you for a while.

Only by first eating to restore strength and taking good care of one's body can one better carry it away.

The explanation for the night came after learning that the heroes would soon be going to war again.

Brisses was somewhat worried about her brothers and sisters in Troy, but it was clear that she herself was in dire straits.

Persuaded by the night, Briceth finally let go of his grudges and touched the food on the table.

A person's positive attitude towards life is drastically different when they have something to look forward to and hope for compared to when they have no goals.

Now that he had hope of escaping this hellhole, Brices no longer found the food disgusting, but rather incredibly delicious.

Even Ye taught her that if she really couldn't accept it psychologically, she should try a different approach—for example—eat Agamemnon out of house and home!

Although I accepted your food, as long as I don't sell my body, it's not a transaction.

Having a free girlfriend—pfft, can you call it selling your soul if you're doing something for free?

With this thought, Brices's mischievous nature was instantly activated, and all the grudges in his heart disappeared.

After calming down Briceth.

Night then got up and left amidst her reluctant gaze.

Briceth tried to speak several times, but in the end, he didn't say anything to persuade her to stay.

It wasn't that she had fallen in love with the night, but rather that being alone here was just too lonely and desolate; there was no one to talk to.

And she couldn't possibly chat with the other people here.

Everything in the Greek camp felt unfamiliar and frightening to her.

The song of the night was the only thing that could bring her peace before.

When the bard himself appeared—a reinforcement brought by his sister and brother—even though it was their first meeting, Ye's unfamiliar face seemed incredibly welcoming in the Greek camp.

When the night is out, Brises feels at ease; only then can she confidently revert to being the elegant royal lady, to eat, and even to sleep soundly without waking up in nightmares…

She was afraid that if she overslept, she might carelessly lose control and lose her chastity.

However, Brice was very sensible. She knew that the longer she let the other person stay with her, the easier it would be to expose them.

This is extremely dangerous.

Finally, Briceth requested, "Could you play a piece for me every morning?"

Just like that song before—though it was a little shameful and willful.

But it calms me down and helps me fall asleep.

Brice didn't want to expose her vulnerable side to a man, especially since they had only known each other for a day, but she was even more afraid of loneliness, solitude, and fear.

She wasn't some arrogant, haughty girl, so naturally she wouldn't endure suffering just to save face.

Faced with Briceth's sincere request.

Night agreed...

She was then seen off amidst her bright and joyful smile until she pushed open the door and left.

Throughout this process, Ye remained undetected by anyone, even though he could have used the same method to leave openly and legitimately with Briceth.

But it's easy to fool ordinary people, but difficult to fool heroes and gods.

Not to mention that the Greek camp was still some distance from the city of Troy.

It's easy for someone to leave alone at night, but it's inconvenient to bring someone along.

The divine deer had already returned to report to the goddess, and without the moon goddess's permission, she wouldn't allow anyone else to ride it. Otherwise, it would have been quick for Night to have Brises ride the divine deer back.