chapter 22

Late into the night, Cyd and Atalanta chatted for a long time. Perhaps due to the influence of drinks, Atalanta wasn't as indifferent as usual, and Cyd was also a bit tipsy. While the other heroes drank and feasted under the moonlight, Cyd and Atalanta enjoyed the sea breeze and the bright moonlight. Though they didn't do much, they talked for hours.

The next morning, the other heroes' glances at them turned ambiguous. After all, the two of them had disappeared for the entire evening and only returned in the morning.

"Oh come on," Hercules, one of the few decent people on the ship, patted Cyd's shoulder, offering his blessing. Cyd covered his face in embarrassment.

"Annoying," Atalanta muttered, shaking her head in disdain as she faced the other heroes.

After several days of ocean navigation, the Argo arrived at an island. This should have been a routine matter—raiding the island for supplies and continuing the voyage. But today, things were different.

"I thought we could stay for a few days," Jason said, giving Hercules a thumbs-up while surrounded by women. He led the group into the city, followed by the other heroes eager to enjoy themselves.

Cyd ate an apple and handed one to Atalanta and Hercules from his package.

"What's Jason thinking?" Hercules grumbled, waving off the women approaching him.

When the women realized they couldn't win over Hercules, they turned their attention to Cyd, with his white hair and pale skin. Atalanta unemotionally bit into her apple, dismissing the women with her gaze.

A woman approached Cyd and whispered seductively in his ear, "I am the empress of this island. If you nod, you can become the husband of this land. It's my first time, so please be gentle."

Atalanta bit her apple aggressively.

"Sorry, I'm not a hero; I'm just a servant," Cyd said, raising his hands in protest.

"It doesn't matter if you're not a hero," the empress insisted, her eyes locked on him.

"Considering it's your first time, you should choose wisely. Giving yourself to a stranger isn't a good future for the island," Cyd replied, gently removing her hands from around his neck.

The empress, slightly miffed, promised to return and then retreated to the city.

"My answer is final," Cyd said, shrugging.

"Finished your apple? Give me another," Atalanta demanded, extending her hand.

"Sure," Cyd pulled another apple from his package. "So, what should we do now?"

Hercules stood guard at the entrance of the Argo, his arms crossed.

"I don't mind," Cyd said, planting the pit from his apple.

"I'm going hunting," Atalanta said, mimicking Cyd's action of planting the pit and taking her bow.

"I could use some food..." Cyd began, but Atalanta interrupted him sternly.

"In the wild, you must hunt for your own food," she said coldly.

"Hercules, do you want anything?" Cyd asked, looking resigned.

"As you like, but it's your call," Hercules replied, shaking his head.

"No problem. You have a more important duty—watching the ship," Cyd patted Hercules on the shoulder and followed Atalanta.

Hercules watched as the city gate closed behind the heroes, the sounds of revelry echoing from within.

"Jason, don't forget why we're here," he sighed.

Atalanta moved like a leopard, eyes scanning the surroundings. She moved swiftly, looking for prey. When she found one, she drew her bow and aimed for the throat. But today, things were different.

"Stop following me!" Atalanta snapped, glaring at Cyd trailing behind her.

"I told you I wouldn't share my prey!" she added, frustrated not just because Cyd followed her but because she didn't want to admit she was letting him.

"You say you won't share, but you're moving slower on purpose," Cyd said, covering his mouth as Atalanta's expression grew cold.

"You're provoking me," she said, clenching her fist.

"No, I'm not!" Cyd protested, hiding behind a tree. "We got along so well last night. Why would I provoke you?"

Atalanta took a deep breath. "Let's have a contest, Cyd!"

"What?"

"If you win, do whatever you want," she declared, pointing at herself.

"And if I lose?" Cyd asked, his instinct warning him that this was a bad idea.

"I'll kill you!" she said, her tone serious.

"I'm not that fast!" Cyd said, shrinking back.

"You're my prey now," Atalanta said, drawing her bow. "We'll race."

Seeing no escape, Cyd swallowed hard. "Fine, let's race."

"Good. If you win, you live," she said, her tone icy.

Five minutes later, both Atalanta and Cyd arrived at the finish line simultaneously. Atalanta stared in disbelief.

"A tie," Cyd smiled, looking up at the sun. "Hope tomorrow's sun is just as good."

Atalanta couldn't believe her eyes. "How did you keep up with me?" she asked, bewildered.

"Just lucky, I guess," Cyd said, still smiling at the sky. "Let's hope tomorrow is just as good."

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Late into the night, Cyd and Atalanta chatted for a long time. Perhaps due to the influence of drinks, Atalanta wasn't as indifferent as usual, and Cyd was also a bit tipsy. While the other heroes drank and feasted under the moonlight, Cyd and Atalanta enjoyed the sea breeze and the bright moonlight. Though they didn't do much, they talked for hours.

The next morning, the other heroes' glances at them turned ambiguous. After all, the two of them had disappeared for the entire evening and only returned in the morning.

"Un, come on," Hercules, one of the few decent people on the ship, patted Cyd's shoulder, offering his blessing. Cyd covered his face in embarrassment.

"Annoying," Atalanta muttered, shaking her head in disdain as she faced the other heroes.

After several days of ocean navigation, the Argo arrived at an island. This should have been a routine matter—raiding the island for supplies and continuing the voyage. But today, things were different.

"I thought we could stay for a few days," Jason said, giving Hercules a thumbs-up while surrounded by women. He led the group into the city, followed by the other heroes eager to enjoy themselves.

Cyd ate an apple and handed one to Atalanta and Hercules from his package.

"What's Jason thinking?" Hercules grumbled, waving off the women approaching him.

When the women realized they couldn't win over Hercules, they turned their attention to Cyd, with his white hair and pale skin. Atalanta unemotionally bit into her apple, dismissing the women with her gaze.

A woman approached Cyd and whispered seductively in his ear, "I am the empress of this island. If you nod, you can become the husband of this land. It's my first time, so please be gentle."

Atalanta bit her apple aggressively.

"Sorry, I'm not a hero; I'm just a servant," Cyd said, raising his hands in protest.

"It doesn't matter if you're not a hero," the empress insisted, her eyes locked on him.

"Considering it's your first time, you should choose wisely. Giving yourself to a stranger isn't a good future for the island," Cyd replied, gently removing her hands from around his neck.

The empress, slightly miffed, promised to return and then retreated to the city.

"My answer is final," Cyd said, shrugging.

"Finished your apple? Give me another," Atalanta demanded, extending her hand.

"Sure," Cyd pulled another apple from his package. "So, what should we do now?"

Hercules stood guard at the entrance of the Argo, his arms crossed.

"I don't mind," Cyd said, planting the pit from his apple.

"I'm going hunting," Atalanta said, mimicking Cyd's action of planting the pit and taking her bow.

"I could use some food..." Cyd began, but Atalanta interrupted him sternly.

"In the wild, you must hunt for your own food," she said coldly.

"Hercules, do you want anything?" Cyd asked, looking resigned.

"Do as you like, but it's your call," Hercules replied, shaking his head.

"No problem. You have a more important duty—watching the ship," Cyd patted Hercules on the shoulder and followed Atalanta.

Hercules watched as the city gate closed behind the heroes, the sounds of revelry echoing from within.

"Jason, don't forget why we're here," he sighed.

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Atalanta moved like a leopard, eyes scanning the surroundings. She moved swiftly, looking for prey. When she found one, she drew her bow and aimed for the throat. But today, things were different.

"Stop following me!" Atalanta snapped, glaring at Cyd trailing behind her.

"I told you I wouldn't share my prey!" she added, frustrated not just because Cyd followed her but because she didn't want to admit she was letting him.

"You say you won't share, but you're moving slower on purpose," Cyd said, covering his mouth as Atalanta's expression grew cold.

"You're provoking me," she said, clenching her fist.

"No, I'm not!" Cyd protested, hiding behind a tree. "We got along so well last night. Why would I provoke you?"

Atalanta took a deep breath. "Let's have a contest, Cyd!"

"What?"

"If you win, I'll do whatever you want," she declared, pointing at herself.

"And if I lose?" Cyd asked, his instinct warning him that this was a bad idea.

"I'll kill you!" she said, her tone serious.

"I'm not that fast!" Cyd said, shrinking back.

"You're my prey now," Atalanta said, drawing her bow. "We'll race."

Seeing no escape, Cyd swallowed hard. "Fine, let's race."

"Good. If you win, you live," she said, her tone icy.

Five minutes later, both Atalanta and Cyd arrived at the finish line simultaneously. Atalanta stared in disbelief.

"A tie," Cyd smiled, looking up at the sun. "Hope tomorrow's sun is just as good."

Atalanta couldn't believe her eyes. "How did you keep up with me?" she asked, bewildered.

"Just lucky, I guess," Cyd said, still smiling at the sky. "Let's hope tomorrow is just as good."

BTW THIS IS NOT MY STORY I'M TRANSLATING IT