Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael chuckled helplessly, rubbing his forehead. He had to admit that he was indeed moved by Athena.

In fact, his name is remarkably compatible with the name Theseus.

Perhaps it was for this reason that, unknowingly, under the influence of fate, he replaced Theseus's existence.

With this layer of protection, the ancient serpent believed that as long as it combined with the power of the Destiny Tablets to confuse the perceptions of the gods, its past would be hidden away.

As long as you don't expose yourself or do anything reckless, no one will suspect you.

The problem is that Theseus was a notorious troublemaker in Greece, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was lawless.

Look at the filth he's done, his crimes are numerous, and he's infamous.

He abducted Hippolyta, the queen of the Amazons, which attracted the attention of Amazon warriors.

The kidnapping of Helen, the most beautiful woman in Greece and the Spartan princess, who was dancing in the Temple of Artemis, led her two brothers, Castor and Polydeuces, to pursue her all the way to Athens.

He ran to the underworld to try and steal Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, but was discovered by Hades, the God of the Underworld, and was subsequently imprisoned in Hell to be punished...

Even Samael, who was about to inherit the name, had to admit that Theseus sometimes really did something inhuman.

What left the ancient snake speechless was that these crimes were basically caused by women, and each one was bigger than the last.

I said, is the owner of this name really that thirsty? That lecherous?

As his fusion with the Destiny Tablet intensified, Samael gained a deeper understanding of fate.

Having taken over Theseus's existence, he might also be driven by so-called destiny and commit crimes similar to those of the Athenian king.

Am I that kind of person... cough cough... am I that kind of snake?

When Samael defended himself, he seemed inexplicably guilty.

It seems that Theseus was inhuman, he wasn't even human; Theseus was a lecher, and he seemed to be no less so.

No, no, the more I think about it, the more it seems to be true.

Reserved! Reserved!

By the way, aside from all these trivial matters, the achievements of Theseus are more worthy of his attention.

Samael suppressed his chaotic thoughts and began to review the trajectory of Theseus's fate.

The life of this King of Athens was wild and rich.

He participated in both the current "Calydon Hunt" and the upcoming "Argo Expedition," two epic events.

Afterwards, he took the place of the children sacrificed in Athens, entered the labyrinth of Minos, defeated the Minotaur, won the support of the Athenians, and ushered in a prosperous era.

What a coincidence! Using this identity to carry out the plan is absolutely perfect.

At this moment, the ancient serpent recalled his plans and realized that the name Theseus was simply born for him, so his resistance to this disguise gradually disappeared.

As for the so-called "trend of destiny's trajectory," ha, he even gnawed on the tablet of destiny in God's hands, what is there to be afraid of?

Even though I have been given this name, I will still write my own story.

Having overcome his psychological barriers and figured everything out, Samael felt refreshed and stretched comfortably.

Looking up, he was surprised to find that it was already getting late afternoon, and he had been standing in the courtyard for most of the afternoon.

Seeing Samael slowly awaken and stand atop the pavilion, looking around at Atalanta who was watching over them, he immediately leaped down and gracefully approached the ancient serpent.

The huntress circled Samael repeatedly, and only after confirming that this chosen one who had received divine grace was not acting strangely did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the goddess Athena favors you greatly..."

Atalanta patted Samael's shoulder gently, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and envy.

"well enough…"

Samael smiled reservedly, then his expression turned serious, and he opened his lips to ponder.

"Big Sister, the divine message I received is that we must eliminate that demonic boar during the Calydon hunt and sacrifice this monster to the goddess Athena in order to receive her blessing."

"Oh, so our goals are actually aligned?"

Atalanta raised an eyebrow, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Kid, I'm not going to let you win. Let's have a fair competition to see who wins!"

"Great! I've been wanting to have a match with the boss!"

The ancient snake raised its fingers and palms, which clashed with the female hunter's fingers and palms in mid-air. The two smiled at each other, and the crisp sound echoed in the courtyard.

Immediately, a strange glint flashed in Samael's eyes, and he pondered with righteous indignation.

"However, to be fair, you must teach me archery first."

Atalanta was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Chapter 137 Adult Happiness That Children Don't Understand (2/2)

"laugh!"

In the courtyard, the bowstring vibrated, and a silver streak of light streaked across the sky. With a cracking sound, the new arrowhead sliced ​​the arrow that was embedded in the bullseye straight through.

Hmm, this time the feel is pretty good.

The archer, standing tall and straight like a pine tree, nodded in satisfaction, casually drew another arrow from his quiver, nocked it on the bowstring, and prepared to continue training.

You're way too strong. Even if you just stand still and let Ata shoot at full power, you'd probably be jumping around while the boss is already exhausted. Is it really necessary to learn this?

Circe, squatting on the steps by the door, watched Samael intently aiming, and rested her chin on her hand in frustration, unable to suppress her inner grumbling.

She really couldn't understand why Samael would waste his time on such a boring thing.

Moreover, even though this guy has mastered most of those skills, his performance in front of the boss is always unsatisfactory, while he secretly seems to enjoy it.

Is learning really that interesting?

Noticing the strange gaze fixed on him from behind, Samael turned around, revealing his ugly face, and sneered with a furrowed brow.

"What are you looking at! You know all the words? You've finished all your homework? Where's your workbook? Let me check it!"

"I...I'll go write it right away."

Circe, her face pale with fright from the painful memories, fled back into the inner room, clutching her head, as the ancient snake began to murmur.

Then, this future infamous Feast Witch, like a chick being held by the neck, obediently sat on the steps, lying on a small stool, practicing the lessons that would be checked that night with a bitter and resentful expression.

As Circe wrote, he kept glancing at Samael standing in front of the target, muttering to himself.

If you're going to teach the eldest sister to read, why are you dragging me into this? She hates studying.

Don't worry, this is for your own good...

At that moment, Samael seemed to hear Circe's unseen thoughts, turned his head and smiled, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Such a kind expression startled the pink-haired chicken, causing its hand to tremble and the Greek text it was writing halfway through to turn completely black.

The ancient snake, rather unkindly, revealed a smile, its mood inexplicably pleasant.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, Samael loosened his grip, and an arrow, inserted from behind, precisely pierced the arrow in front, from the buttock to the tip.

On the night the sacrifice ended, he begged to learn archery from Atalanta.

Of course, it's only fair if skills are exchanged and everyone benefits.

The ancient snake learned that this woman, having lived in the mountains for a long time, was weak in Greek, aside from her divinely bestowed markings. Therefore, it volunteered to tutor her in her studies every evening.

The rookie Circe in front of me was someone who was brought in to make up the numbers back then.

After all, this was the first time this girl had set foot on the mainland to discuss divine script. She was practically an expert, but to call her semi-illiterate when it came to Greek, a language used in human society, would be an understatement.

Anyway, Circe is expected to stay in human society for quite some time, so it's good for her to start literacy education now.

As the ancient snake raised its lips in deep thought, a figure as swift and agile as a cheetah leaped over the wall and landed lightly on the shooting range.

Samael glanced at the half-open main gate, rolled his eyes slightly, then took out his bow and arrow and stepped forward to humbly ask the female hunter for advice.

"Big Sister, I've mastered the accuracy of the arrows, but I still haven't grasped the essence of the skillful application of force in a straight line. Could you let me experience it a few more times?"

Atalanta immediately nodded, stepped up and came behind Samael, stretched her arms forward, and put them under his armpits.

"Tighten your waist! Inhale!"

Be single-minded, be nimble-handed, and keep your eyes on the target!

Pay attention to the timing and intensity of the divine power infusion the instant the ether enters the fingertips from the arm!

At this moment, in order to better control and perceive the rhythm of the student's muscles and breath, the female hunter leaned forward, her curves pressed against Samael's back, and focused intently on providing explanations.

Then, Atalanta grasped the ancient serpent's hand, drew three arrows from the quiver, nocked them on the string, and with a sharp look ahead, drew back the longbow with a creaking sound.

The moment she had fully charged up, the hunter suddenly released her grip, and the three arrows, carrying a sharp, unified sound, flew in a straight line, piercing the target one after another.

Finally, the target, covered in 30% cowhide and engraved with runes, shattered and disintegrated under the continuous onslaught.

"Keep practicing, you have a lot of talent."

After completing the teaching task, Atalanta patted Samael on the shoulder with praise and encouragement, and also reminded him not to forget to prepare for tonight's cultural lesson.

As the ancient snake tidied up the shooting range, it gazed wistfully at the female hunter stretching lazily, revealing her graceful curves, and a pleased smile curved its lips.

Children will never understand the joys of adults.

Yes, he was talking about studying.

After closing his eyes and reflecting for a moment, Samael shook his head with regret.

Unfortunately, she has small breasts.

Also, the clothes are too thick, bad review!

As night fell, Atalanta, clutching the parchment, jumped through the window and into Samael's room right on time.

The ancient snake, used to this, was speechless and simply attributed it to the hunter's bad habit.

Under the flickering lamplight, Atalanta sat upright like a schoolchild, listening attentively, while her skillful hands, which were once adept at drawing a powerful bow, were now clumsily writing Greek.

If given a choice, who would willingly choose to wander in the mountains and be abandoned by the entire human society?

In the darkness, Samael looked at Atalanta with a hint of pity and sigh.

In the days that followed, the three of them waited for the heroes of Calydon to gather, while practicing archery during the day and studying at night in the courtyard.

In their spare time, they would go out for outdoor training or stroll around the city, sample local delicacies, and experience the local customs and culture.

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Circe has gained a few pounds.

As for Atalanta, her current life is comfortable and wonderful. She can't help but relax occasionally. She skips a day of hunting, lazily lies on a wicker chair, and comfortably basks in the sun.

After all, here there are houses to shelter from the wind and rain, warm and comfortable beds, delicious meals, and companions to talk and chat with. The conditions here are a hundred times better than in the mountains and fields.

But soon, the leisurely time came to an end.

A few days later, Atalanta, who was routinely gathering information, brought news that the assembly of heroes in Calydon was basically complete.

The three discussed and decided to set off the next day to meet the hunting party in Calydon.

However, on the night before his departure, Samael received a message from Themis, and once again sacrificed himself to his patron goddess Athena.

Then, Atalanta and Circe, who were observing together, were astonished to see a vast and magnificent golden pillar of light rising from the altar.

In an instant, magnificent cyan-gold armor, a shield adorned with Medusa motifs, a black spear, a longbow, and two quivers of feathered arrows rose from the altar.

If I'm not mistaken...

The Gold Cloths that Athena commissioned Hephaestus, the god of fire, to create were said to be limited to only twelve sets, right?

The Medusa Shield, blessed by the goddess of vengeance, possesses certain damage immunity and petrification effects.

The longbow is made of mithril, a material well-suited for infusing ether, and the arrows are inscribed with spells.

Is there anything wrong with this sacrifice?

Atalanta stared at the glittering pile of divinely bestowed weapons on the stage, utterly bewildered.

Immediately afterwards, the pillar of light shone again, and a magnificent figure gradually solidified, snorting as it trotted out of the altar and approached Samael, nuzzling him intimately.

Pegasus, the steed of Athena, the goddess of wisdom!

Atalanta was dumbfounded and dizzy.