Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, Jason, who remained where he was, looked at the departing figure with pity in his eyes and muttered to himself.

Samael "appropriately" displayed his curiosity, and Jason, who was behind him, then revealed the true purpose of the Prince of Caludon's visit.

In fact, Meleagerus left early specifically to apologize to Atalanta and the other two.

Upon hearing the commotion of battle, Prince Calydon, already on edge, rushed over with Jason, fearing that his two uncles might do something foolish.

When he arrived, Meleager saw that the two sides fighting were Caenis and Atalanta, and that it was basically a friendly spar. Although most of the corridor had been demolished, he could at least still smile.

But after Katniss dragged her two uncles out from behind the grove, the unfortunate Prince Calydon nearly suffered a stroke.

No matter how much you try to prevent it, you still can't stop your incompetent teammates from causing trouble.

It's likely that Meleager will have a sleepless night.

“Every city-state has its arrogant fools. We have nothing to lose, so it’s not his fault.”

Hearing Jason's sigh, Atalanta felt a pang of pity for the unfortunate Prince Calydon and casually responded.

Upon hearing this, the golden-haired youth smiled broadly and repeatedly praised the hunter's understanding and reasonableness. Then, seeing that Atalanta was getting a little impatient, he turned and left, saying that he would tell Prince Calydon the good news.

Samael rose to see him off, and as they reached the corner, the ancient snake murmured with amusement.

"Was it you who reminded Meleagerus to come and apologize, and to be wary of his two uncles causing trouble?"

Jason was slightly taken aback, then turned his head and smiled broadly, his face full of admiration.

"I can't believe you saw right through me! Impressive, Theseus! To attract so many beautiful women, you truly are extraordinary!"

Immediately, the blond-haired youth tapped his head and made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction.

"I don't have any great strengths, but I have a strange premonition of danger. After Meleageros kicked his two uncles out at the banquet, I felt my eyelids twitching, as if something bad was going to happen."

Well, I was just looking for someone to drink with, so I dragged Meleager along to check it out.

Samael nodded thoughtfully, finally understanding the whole story.

Immediately afterwards, Jason made no mention of drinking, but instead smiled and urged Samael to go back to bed early.

A quarter of an hour later, the ancient snake standing in front of the door finally understood the meaning behind Jason's ambiguous smile.

Because the hunt attracted heroes from all over Greece, the number of participants was so large that the Calydon Palace had a limited number of vacant rooms, so rooms were basically shared by two people.

Circe, that silly bird, was assigned to Caenis, and now he and Atalanta will have to share this room.

Sharing is fine, but the problem is, why is there only one bed? And it's a double bed at that?

Samael stared at the only bedding spread out in the room, his lips twitching slightly.

After a moment of silence, the ancient serpent spoke softly.

"Boss, I suddenly remembered that Jason and the others invited me for drinks."

"That smooth-talking guy? Don't get involved with them."

Atalanta, who was tidying the bedding, frowned in response.

"Should I go and talk to His Highness again and ask them to add another bed?"

"Forget it, it's too late, and Meleager is probably swamped with work right now. Let's not bother him with this little thing."

"Okay, I'll go for a walk, you go to sleep first."

"Don't run around, he has more than two uncles."

During their conversation, Samael sensed a subtle concern in her voice. Gazing at the graceful figure bending down to tidy the bedding, a strange warmth welled up in his heart.

What are you waiting for? Go for it!

"Then let's..."

“I’ll sleep on the floor, you’ll sleep on the bed. Even Hercules has come. It seems this demonic boar is indeed difficult to deal with.”

Didn't you say you wanted to compete with me? So get some rest, recharge your batteries, and let's give it our all tomorrow!

Atalanta threw the separated bedding on the ground, patted Samael on the shoulder, and said encouragingly.

The smile on the ancient serpent's face froze, and it nodded stiffly, knowingly burrowing into the covers. As his gaze returned, Atalanta simply went to sleep fully clothed.

Within just a few minutes, the huntress was breathing evenly and had fallen into a light sleep.

Big sister, you really are...

Samael turned away dejectedly, lay down on the bed with his arm as a pillow, and sighed to himself.

I really want to pet a cat, in every sense of the word.

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Chapter 145 Tower Cat, Let Me Play a Round (3/3)

The next day, the first rays of dawn shone through the windowpanes, casting a warm glow on the ground.

However, a shadow was cast, spreading out in a dark and eerie way, gradually enveloping Atalanta, who was fast asleep on the ground, and quietly encroaching upon her.

The changes in the surrounding light and darkness, as well as the subtle sounds, caused the hunter's ears to twitch, her eyelashes to flutter, and she to suddenly open her eyes and jump up.

Atalanta swiftly snatched the claw that reached above her head, pinned the attacker to the ground, pressed her knee against his back, summoned the Sky Bow with her left hand, looped it around his neck and twisted it, and drew the bowstring taut with her right.

The moment the hand is released, the taut bowstring is enough to sever a human's fragile neck, and the force of the air held between the fingers can pierce the opponent's throat, killing them instantly.

"Boss, I...I...I!"

Samael immediately slapped the ground with one hand and turned his head to cough.

"What are you doing so early in the morning? How many times have I told you not to come near me while I'm sleeping? Do you know I almost killed you just now..."

Atalanta recognized the newcomer, gradually loosened the bowstring, frowned and snorted coldly, but when she caught sight of Samael's neck, reddened by the bow's back, she turned her head away and lowered her voice.

"...Again!"

After the ancient snake had obediently finished its training, it pointed to the tray on the table.

"I asked the kitchen to prepare some food, in case it gets cold, so I wanted to wake you up."

"Just for this?"

"Um…"

Samael nodded earnestly, muttering to himself.

Since it's all about waking someone up anyway, it's perfectly reasonable to casually pet the cat's ears, right?

"There's no need to do all that. I have hands and feet; I can go out to eat by myself."

Atalanta looked at the steaming food on the table, her expression softening slightly, but she still couldn't help but grumble a few words.

"Don't you dislike hanging out with men? I got up early, and since I was free anyway, I just grabbed some food."

Samael shrugged slightly and then handed over the tray.

Did he notice?

Atalanta was taken aback, a strange emotion welling up inside her.

As a hunter in the forest, she was used to being alone and had to do almost everything on her own.

This kind of feeding, where food is actively brought to her mouth, made her somewhat uncomfortable.

"Try them, they're all to your liking."

Samael lifted the tray, winked, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

The huntress snapped out of her daze, instinctively pulled the tray in front of her, picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in the broth, and began to eat.

He's right, the taste is just right, and even the temperature is perfect.

After they had eaten their fill, a glass of hot milk was handed to Atalanta, who took it and gulped it down cleanly.

Samael, squatting to the side, looked at the huntress from left to right with a serious expression, his brow furrowing and relaxing.

"Any questions?"

Atalanta felt uncomfortable being stared at, and turned around, frowning as she asked.

Samaelmo stroked his chin, looking somewhat serious.

"Hey boss, shouldn't cats lick their drinks with their tongues?"

"Yes, what's wrong..."

Atalanta answered instinctively, but halfway through her sentence, her ears twitched, her pretty face darkened, and she raised her hand and smacked Samael hard on the head.

"Idiot, it's not cat ears! It's a lion! A lion! It's a symbol of the blessings bestowed upon it by the sacred beast under the command of the goddess Artemis!"

But then, the hunter spat, her teeth grinding together, her face showing even more embarrassment.

"Pah! No, wait! You brat, are you making fun of me?"

"Can't I just be curious?"

"no!"

"Can I touch your ear? I promise I won't mistake it again next time."

"no!"

"Where's the tail?"

"You brat, that's enough!"

Under Samael's persistent questioning, Atalanta, unable to bear it any longer, punched the ancient serpent on the head.

It's just a little rub, it won't hurt you. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, why get so angry?

Samael squatted on the ground, rubbing his somewhat dazed head, and muttered to himself.

When Atalanta finished the last dessert, the huntress pushed the tray away, and the serpent tidied up the plates, chuckling as it inquired.

"I am full?"

"Yes, but don't do such pointless things again..."

Atalanta nodded indifferently, got up, took off her bow and arrows, and prepared to go out to meet them in the main hall.

The ancient snake lowered its eyes, a sense of loss filling its heart.

However, just as Atalanta was about to step across the threshold, the huntress paused slightly, turned her back to Samael, and began to murmur.

"However, I'm very happy today, thanks..."

"what?"

This sudden change left Samael stunned.

"What are you 'ah' about! Hurry up and pack, we need to meet up in the main hall!"

"Okay, I've got it done!"

Atalanta snorted coldly, glancing sideways. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the flustered figure. A slight smile played on her lips. The unpleasantness that had accumulated the night before was washed away by the arrival of the new day.

Rather than saying she completely hates men, it would be more accurate to say she hates those malicious maggots.

Sometimes, getting used to loneliness doesn't mean you can always enjoy it.

"Boss, come here..."

As he approached the door, Samael raised his fist and smiled in acknowledgment.

"boring!"

Atalanta turned her head away and refused.

"Come on, we need a little ritual before the hunt begins."

Without a word, Samael took one of Atalanta's soft hands and helped her curl her fingers one by one toward her palm.

"I can't stand you..."

Under such persistent pestering, the female hunter's tone softened, and she reluctantly raised her hand.

"Alright, let's go!"

Samael summoned the Golden Bow, pondered for a moment, his expression turning slightly serious, and the instant his left foot stepped out of the threshold, his right hand curled into a fist and lightly touched the outstretched fingers and palm on the other side.