33 – The Visit of Hermes
Kariclo, the Mistress and Manager of the Forest, faints when she sees her half-destroyed Colosseum.
There was a small incident where Asclepius laughed out loud at the bloody Hercules. Eventually, I was taken to the treatment center again.
“It’s only been two days since I entered the school, and I don’t know anything about this forest except for the treatment center and the Colosseum.”
“hahahahaha, as soon as I arrived, I searched all over the forest. There was a rumor then.
Sir Hermes hid Talaria”
Hercules, lying next to me, boasted to me of a mummy wrapped in bandages.
“Talaria?”
What is the fairy name?
As I tilted my head at the slightly unfamiliar word, Atalanta, who was sitting next to me, quietly whispered in my ear.
“These are the winged sandals of Hermes.”
“Ah… that’s called Talaria”
I didn’t know that.
Amman says it’s a myth of universal human culture, but even I don’t know everything, so there are holes in common sense little by little like this.
Anyway, I just don’t know a few details like this.
Honestly, everyone will remember the wacky staff with two snakes carried by the original trickster, the messenger of the gods, but the shoes that let you fly fly in your memory.
I also took pictures of the sky and took a walk in the sky, but the sandals that let you fly are not that impressive.
“Didn’t the gods originally fly?”
“Don’t you say that when you meet Hermes? Hermes’ talaria is not just a simple flight, but a magical sandal that allows you to fly faster than a bird flying in the sky. How proud are you?”
As far as I’ve heard, Hermes, the messenger of the gods, has occasional business with Chiron, so he often visits this forest. Because of this, the children of Hermes are said to have a better relationship with their father than the children of other gods.
“Last time, Hermes gathered his sons to play a prank on a treasure hunt, but those hidden treasures are, of course…”
“What was it?”
“I don’t know!”
Atalante shook his head as if he was ashamed to say anything more.
“Dianes”
“What are you?”
“How on earth can a hedgehog turn into a docile sheep in one day after being hit with a head-butt?”
What?
Apart from the absurdity of what this was talking about, I could roughly understand Hercules’ question.
It seems like a very long time has passed, but it’s only been three days since I came to this forest.
The confrontation with Atalanta, which I ended with a fierce headbutt, was only yesterday.
I’m sure other guys, including this guy, will think the same thing if they see Atalanta cling to me.
“Even so, the other guys are curious. How the hell did you knock out that chimera-like female hunter with one hit?”
“Hercules?”
“A month or two before you came? There was a time when the whole forest was turned upside down because of a wild boar that settled in this forest, but Atalanta took it alone and attacked it saying that it was dedicated to Artemis.”
“Hey, Heckle?”
“The berserker who jumped up and attacked with a knife even after being run over by a wild boar the size of a group, that female hunter who drips honey from his eyes saying he doesn’t want to fall from you right now… Uh, um”
I noticed you several times.
This womanhunter who is squeezing my hands almost like a rag is the berserker you talked about.
This boar-like great hero finally caught the notice I threw with a smile.
“Ooh, hahahahaha! That, that means that the beautiful hunter is extraordinary…”
Our prospective great hero, who is trying hard to fake it with a smile, but from the viewpoint of the heavenly horse, who has the experience of reigning in a 100-year-old forest, I think it’s too late at the latest.
“Hey, Dianes? You don’t know much about our Artemis hunters, do you?”
“Huh? Hmm? Yes?”
Like a benevolent saint, Atalanta stood up, gracefully spreading her twilight-colored clothes, smiled and slowly bent her back and stretched out her hand under my bed.
“As hunters of Artemis, we run and hunt in the forest every night of the new moon. Deer, wild boars, and sometimes even beasts like bears and leopards.”
It’s scary, I don’t know why, but it’s really scary.
The beautiful hunter whom we passionately kissed earlier.
The soft female body held in her arms and the ruby-colored eyes that melted as she looked at me were still enchanting.
Because all those elements that were now bowed under the bed were emitting a tingling life like a knife blade.
The fortunate thing is that the murder is not directed at me, but at the idiot next to me.
“Among them, there were ugly men who unknowingly entered the goddess’s hunting grounds and tried to insult her hunters.”
“Oh, you know that well”
On Pasos, I almost became a headless corpse to the goddess of the Huntresses.
‘Ah, come to think of it, I’ve been forgetting the magic I absorbed then?’
The amount is not much, but if you look at the purity of the energy, the energy is purer than any other Seonbuldo master I have seen.
Paradoxically, they were obviously younger than her and her spirit was less chaste.
Is it because she is in charge of the moon or is she born just to be born and eat?
I think I was distracted by the bullsh*t that I had to come out confidently after trying to turn someone’s head into what used to be a head with a long-distance sniping, and I think I fired a lot of bullsh*t.
You wouldn’t come all the way here to pay your grudge because of that, would you?
“hahahahaha! So, you want to catch me now? Atalanta, I understand your desire to show off your best side in front of your lover by being enchanted by the golden arrow of Eros.”
“Hey, lover?!”
“Ah, are you responding to that word there?”
I’ll think about it later whether it’s the goddess of the moon or the light year on a moonlit night.
I wonder if Atalanta’s father, who is thought to be the king of Arcadia, has deep karma.
You made such a lively and emotional beautiful girl grow up to be such a poisonous light-year-old.
“I am Archimedes. Hercules inherited the blood of Zeus with the majesty of Hera on his back! Master Chiron, or your lover Dianes, or do you think an arrow will pierce me?”
, The Dae-Hero shouted loudly, saying that he would wrap a bandage all over his face.
With that confident statement, our lovely female hunter…
“By the way, I was the one who was asked to shoot a poisoned arrow from Asclepius last month?”
He responded with a cold smile.
By the way, what did you get shot at?
“…Was it you!?”
Oh, this is kind of fresh.
Hercules, who smiled like a man even after being beaten by me with a spear, turned pale with fright.
“Since the poison I received at that time still remains, Asclepius even allowed me to bring a weapon so that I could keep an eye on the wild boar if I was going to stay at the treatment center.”
With a grin, Atalanta took out an arrow and dipped the arrowhead into a poison bottle! Soaked.
“Wait! I’m sick…!”
“It’s okay. Because it’s a paralysis poison, you’ll be able to sleep soundly without Hypnos having time to visit.”
It must be Hercules, who has a hard time moving due to the aftereffects of breaking through the wall.
Wouldn’t it be a little dangerous to get poisoned arrows?
“Dianes, don’t look at me like that. That wild boar spoke a little pretty, but as he said, it was about an arrow.
Because that body has no flaws”
“No, but it doesn’t hurt! Besides, are you exactly aiming for the wounds from Dianes right now?!”
Is she, after all, the daughter of Artemis?
Atalante precisely targets the affected area, and Hercules is frightened by it.
Hercules sent me a silent request for help with a face wrapped in bandages.
I thought that it would be more beneficial in many ways to just quietly erase and observe.
Anyway, it’s so poisonous that even a natural foreign expert who doesn’t even go in with a knife would be astonished.
Come to think of it, while I was organizing the party, I also had quite a few secret soloists.
I didn’t learn poison at the time, but since it’s a mythical world where poison is more deadly than imagined or the vision of the Tang family that substitutes poison, I’m going to practice poison as a test and ask Asclepius how many bottles I can get later.
“Atalante!”
“Hick! S, Master!”
The moment Atalanta was about to turn Hercules into a hedgehog.
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Chiron entered the hospital room, tapping her hooves.
“Ha ha ha! They are also little heroes! Even when injured, I am full of energy!”
Chiron wiped his face as if he was tired. A young man followed with a chuckle behind him.
Before I even wondered who I was.
Atalante, who was holding an arrow, and Hercules, who was carrying it in front of her, were startled and bowed in greeting.
“Hermes-sama!?”
“Oh, welcome to the Herald of Olympus”
Hermes.
The messenger of the gods, the god of shepherds, thieves, and swindlers.
A pleasant looking young man with impressive blond curly hair was the second god of Olympus I met.