[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

The fluffy Alpha pounced into my arms like a ball of falling snowballs, and the tip of its cold nose rubbed against my neck——except that it didn’t eat meat, it imitated dogs more and more, and also He barked.

"Haha, thank you----" I rubbed the top of its head and said to Aiolia with a smile, "You have taken good care of it these few days."

----The little lion likes to play with Alpha the most. Alpha, who has been alone for a long time, also needs a playmate with a pure character. Therefore, I generously let the shepherd dog stay in the sanctuary, and Aiolia takes care of it every weekend. Send it back: In this way, Alpha can inquire about a lot of news about the sanctuary and then tell me. Secondly, I have the idea of ​​cultivating and supporting Aiolia from a young age: otherwise he and Aiolos, the two brothers, In some respects in the future, they really won't be the opponents of the Gemini twins.I can't see the heirs of Regulus, the closest blood relatives of Sisyphus suffer a lot, can I?

"Come on, Aiolia, don't rush back to the sanctuary—can you have dinner with Uncle Sisyphus? Uncle Sisyphus cares about your brothers very much—tell me about the current situation in detail? "I warmly greeted the child, the current simple Aiolia, it's better to talk--he really inherited the sincerity of his ancestor Regulus, and Bi from the great-grandmother Kena in Northern Europe. Green eyes.

Sisyphus in the room recognized Aiolia as soon as he heard the footsteps, and he got up from the table with a smile--I glanced at the Braille memorabilia on his table, which had already read more than a dozen pages. The glass bottle of sparkling sweet drink was also half empty.

The retired soldier stretched out his hand, stroked Aiolia's shoulder, and gently encouraged --- "You have grown a little taller again. I believe you will soon become like Aiolos, an excellent saint in the sanctuary. Where's the fighter?"

Aiolia looked up at the idol, her eyes sparkling with innocence.

"Okay, okay." I interrupted the generous declaration of love and justice that seemed to be staged, and turned it into an act of practical help--"Sisyphus, in this case, do you want to give advice to Io? Riya's boxing?"

When he heard it, he smiled at me and nodded gently, "Okay."

I knelt down again, rubbed Aiolia's face, and said with a smile, "Your brother Aiolos has been taught by this hero predecessor, so he is stronger and stronger---Uncle Sisyphus Just by listening to the sound of your punching, you will know how your speed and strength have improved. Aiolia must remember to visit Uncle Sisyphus often in the future."

Aiolia nodded repeatedly, and said pleasantly, "Okay, Uncle Sisyphus, thank you for guiding me."

"Then, you go to the open space on the island, professors, professors, study and study, I will prepare a delicious dinner for you as a reward."

After dismissing the man and the little boy, Alpha's voice resounded at my feet: "Goddess, you are very happy and radiant, and your mood is like the young leaves stretching in spring. This person can please you like moistening rain. "

I withdrew my eyes from looking at the back, and replied with a smile, "So, he is mine. I will be like my father, and never let the person I like - this is the behavior that conforms to the identity of God, of course the difference is The reason is that I like him alone."

"Goddess, did he recognize you?"

This question made me snort, "I guess so. But he didn't expose it, and he obeyed my will. At present, we are peaceful and happy with each other. But in fact, I have kept my head calm. I know that he is like this because Athena is not yet born."

When the sun stretched the shadow long, Aiolia ran in the door with a look of surprise and excitement——Sisyphus stepped in behind him. As a coach, he was calm and relaxed, and he didn't even take off his shirt. wrinkle.

It seems that Aiolia is much weaker than Regulus, who was known as a genius when he was young.The current Sisyphus is really teaching kindergarten children, so there is a lot of room for improvement, and he only needs a little guidance. The growth effect of the little lion must be very obvious.

Although he couldn't see it, Sisyphus felt my focused gaze with a tacit understanding, and smiled nicely at me again.The warm orange sunset shone on his face, and the fluffy softness matched his handsome features, which was incomparably beautiful.

I smiled too, with no grudges on my face, and thoughtfully handed him a towel to wipe his face, and then pulled away the wooden chairs around the small square table one by one, "Come on, little guest, take a seat----Master, your seat is here , to my left."

Under a light bulb that is not too bright, there are simple meals: rich creamy mushroom soup with Sisyphus taste, bread slices and salty ham, and honey marinated cherry tomatoes with Sisyphus taste.

Dessert is the chocolate I brought back from the town: after more than 200 years, the chocolate has become a thing wrapped in tinfoil.I think it's very good - it can be conveniently stuffed in Sisyphus's pocket, and he can eat it whenever he wants, and he can spread the bread like now.

I love to see this man doing things—even though he is blind, and even though he has taken off his holy clothes, in my eyes, Sisyphus' every move is still as pleasing to the eye as he was when he swung the brilliant stunt of the holy day.I even feel that I can focus on watching him slice and spread bread, and look at his honey-colored powerful arms for 1 years.

look!Slightly tense muscles - the movement of his arms reminds me of the smooth lines of a cheetah, without any further gestures, I can understand the strength and vigor contained in it.

Sisyphus put the slices of bread on Aiolia's plate first, and then it was my turn.Then he----

"I'll come, Sisyphus."

He smiled and put down the spoon.I make the arrangements.

"By the way, I haven't seen Aiolos in the sanctuary for the past few days, or I can ask him to come with me next time ----- where has he gone?" I served Sisyphus soup , said to Aiolia while smiling.

The kid drinking Coca-Cola was easily put out by me like a test: Of course I know that Aiolos is out of the sanctuary to perform a mission, where is he going?According to the younger brother, he went to Death Queen Island.This place name----

Sisyphus put down his soup and sighed, "Luna, that is the place where dark saints have been exiled in the sanctuary. Aiolos was ordered to go there. I guess something happened and the golden saints need to solve it. Serious incident."

My eyes lit up, isn't this a good subject for educating Aiolia?And Sisyphus is starting to worry again... Well, if I say it, maybe I can successfully untie him like before.

So, I pretended to be at a loss, "Ah? What dark saints? Who are they? Sisyphus, after dinner, can you tell me in detail?"

That night, I held Alpha in my arms, and Aiolia leaned on the shepherd dog, and sat around Sisyphus together, listening to him talk about the other side of the sanctuary: the saints represent light, and the corresponding dark saints are The derived shadow--the person who is not allowed in the sanctuary, only fights for his own selfish desires, and has the power to fight, is exiled to the Queen of Death Island in the South Pacific, and is guarded by an ancient family for generations.

"Oh, just like breeding, those who can be recognized by the Bright Saint Cloth are Saints. And those quasi-Saints who have been eliminated for various reasons and are unwilling to return to ordinary people's lives, full of ambitions, the Sanctuary cannot let them go to ordinary people. Human society dominates and harms one side, so they are all trapped in one place, right?"

Sisyphus had no choice but to nod, "Yes... there is a sacred mask with sealing power on the island, which can basically... suppress the power of the Dark Saint."

"Basic." I repeated the word. Before the last jihad, Manigot and Jabofika wiped out the Dark Saints. Isn't this the basic thing? Something went wrong?There was a rebel massacre on the island. "However, generations of Saint Cloths choose their heirs through competition, and they also produce relative eliminated ones. The dark saints who have been imprisoned on the Queen of Death Island for generations will form their own history, stunts, and even use volcanic minerals and heat to create Dark Saint Cloths, they... grow side by side with the prosperity of the Sanctuary, right?"

Sisyphus frowned even tighter, his face serious. "That's right. When I was a child, I was an ordinary candidate trainee. I once encountered a dark saint warrior raiding the sanctuary. The most despicable thing was that they set fire to and looted ordinary civilian villages outside the sanctuary. They did everything. The evacuation was pretty quick."

"I remember the beeping of the flames scorching the wood, the cries and cries of the people in the fire - it was also that night, the first time I saw the golden saint with overwhelming power, able to protect what he wanted to protect People---I long to protect everything I want to protect, and eventually I became a golden saint and walked the same path."

My face sank when I heard that, and he poked me into the place of resentment again--oh, everything about him doesn't include me!He would give up his eyes and life for everything he wanted to protect!What about me?Do you understand my mood?

In the past, I was still a part of him that he wanted to protect, but after my identity as Minos was exposed, I was mercilessly kicked out by him!What's even more hateful is that when I confessed to him, what he said...clearly said that he likes me, but he will wait for the end of the jihad before considering deeper emotional issues...Isn't this so-called hope lying to me? !He clearly sacrificed himself generously!What else to consider! ?If I were just an ordinary human being, I would end up heartbroken and die! !This is his feedback----

After looking at this narration, the blind man fell into deep thought, I touched my chest, I thought, I still really love you.But don't think, I don't hate you, Sisyphus.

Early the next morning, this man who is habitually worried, told me as expected that he would go back to the Sanctuary—this was the first time Aiolos went on a mission as a gold saint, and he habitually entangled Aiolos. Is Ross too young and inexperienced, and the dark conspiracy of Death Queen Island is too strong, he plans to go to Shion to learn more about this mission and the secrets of Death Queen Island.

"Are you so impatient? Then, you can go with the village chief Pevke. I'll take Aiolia and go there in the afternoon---this child was so excited after listening to your story last night, he only closed his eyes in the morning, and now he is still waiting for you. Sleeping soundly. Go by yourself! Sisyphus, I have to water the raspberry field first!" I turned my head, the newspaper in my hand was rolled into a tube, and said angrily.

"Luna..." He showed a helpless expression, "Although my holy clothes were inherited by Aiolos, it doesn't mean that I gave up my identity as a warrior..."

"I know." I said bluntly, "For you, your loyalty to the goddesses Athens, Athens, and Na will not change even if you take off your holy clothes. As a warrior, you will use all means to defend the peace of the earth. Is it right?"

----This is what he said when he comforted the weak saint warrior Pakia who was crying in the past, and now I repeat it with sarcasm, almost gnashing my teeth---it is almost a grand display of who I am.

Sisyphus moved his eyelashes, "Luna..." He tried to continue explaining to me to appease my anger——

But I don't want to hear him say the word Athena again, slamming the door shut--

After a while through the door, I heard a sigh, "Luna, please don't be angry... Let's meet at Sanctuary today and come back together tonight, okay? I'll come back with you. Then go water the raspberry field, OK?"

I am silent.

He finally said stubbornly, "I'll wait for you, Luna."

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I lay down on the bed with my clothes on, and opened my eyes to figure out how far this man can sacrifice for the earth and mankind.Is including accompanying me also self-sacrifice?

Hehe, then just wait, Sisyphus who loves sacrifices!I hate to think, I want human beings to offer new sacrifices to the gods who can bless or destroy them.Mr Sacrifice.How should I treat you?

In my reverie, I returned to the age of mythology in my memory. At that time, as a goddess, I also came to the world and enjoyed various sacrifices in the majestic and magnificent Temple of Artemis: for example, the king prayed and hunted rich sacrifices, often A spotless lamb, I'd take up the dagger—and now, with the times.I ask that the sacrifice be turned into a living person, or a blind person who cannot see.

Need to tie him up?After thinking for a moment, he rejected it.Because the sacrifice has the virtue of sacrifice consciousness, it will tolerate my treatment very obediently.

But what is the best thing to wear after the ritual cleansing and bathing?A spotless white shirt?Or a toga dress robe?Robe, I haven't seen him in a classic slender dress that wraps around his body.Does he need to anoint himself with perfume?No, I still like the natural breath between this person's chest and limbs the most.

His hair must be wet, and crystal drops of water will drip down his shoulders and neckline-----I will take a knife and pierce the linen fabric--

In this dazed and beautiful half-sleep, I can do whatever I want, and I can indulge in his chest and rub against his chest----the hem of my skirt is pulled.

I reluctantly opened my eyes half-opened, reluctant to part with this dream, turned my head and rubbed the pillow, and wanted to continue sleeping----the shaking was even bigger.

"Goddess, Goddess, please wake up." Alpha grabbed my skirt with one bite.

"Huh?" I rubbed my face, and said vaguely, "No rush... Anyway, Sisyphus said to wait for me... When I get enough sleep, I will go to the sanctuary slowly..."

"No, Goddess! There is a change in this island, full of nasty smells! They are arresting people! Aiolia is in danger! I want to transform and ask Pitong to come out!" Alpha said in a hurry——

"……what?"

I was driven away from drowsiness by a long paragraph of words poured into my ears, and got up. "Don't transform yourself yet, Alpha." Isn't this the Pharmacist's Island under the protection of the sanctuary?What nasty smell? !What about Aiolia?Although he is young, he is already considered capable of fighting among humans!

At this time, the door was kicked open with a bang, and several rough and rough guys appeared at the door, one of them pointed at me and said, "There is a little girl hiding here!"

"Search again, and all the young girls on the island will be taken away!! Not a single one will be left behind!"

I was speechless looking at these humans wearing dark armor --- such crude equipment, can this level be called the Dark Saint Cloth?No, these miscellaneous things should be dark miscellaneous soldiers, right?

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Luna is going on a trip to Death Queen Island.

Aiolia's mind was opened early...