[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

Sisyphus, who took the golden holy garment back into the box, did as I did, and changed into the usual attire before the Renaissance and the end of the Middle Ages: an extremely simple and simple linen gown----I used the gold on the hunting suit Buttons, exchanged a lot of things with the villagers.

No way, we have to stay here, waiting for the opening moment of that terrible chapter - when Baron Gildrey raises the butcher knife, defeat him and shatter this dream with one blow.This is the inference that Sisyphus and I came up with after discussing the current situation - he thought of El Cid who was still waiting in front of the mirror, and sighed helplessly.

I am secretly delighted: In this horror dream, there is no reincarnated goddess Athena, only Sisyphus is with me, and even the sanctuary he is familiar with does not exist, which really suits my appetite.

For this reason, even in a poor civilian life 300 years ago, I lived happily——

Even if they live in the home of the richest village head, it is just a rough stone house with livestock on the bottom and people living on the upper floor.In the guest room, there is only one bed.

At night, Sisyphus gave me the bed and sat on the bench half asleep, which he considered rest.

Ever since I saw the only bed, I've been thinking about it.In the end, the direct method succeeded: I tossed and turned on the bed, tossing and tossing unsteadily ----- pretending to have a deep nightmare from witnessing the horrible image of the bloody castle.

As expected, Sisyphus got up and walked over, calling me anxiously, "Minos? Minos?"

I opened my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly and buried my head in his chest - just to cover the smug gleam in my eyes, which is an old-fashioned way to arouse the desire for protection, but it works.

In the dark, Sisyphus patted my back lightly, as a gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry for letting you see those cruel and bloody... Minos. This time, even in the fantasy world, there will be no more killings."

The embrace of the person who spoke these gentle words satisfies all my fantasies: under the rough linen front is a masculine chest exuding a clean breath.The beating heart is sticking to my smooth cheeks at this moment, interpreting the pulse of life and transmitting heat from a source - my face can't help but become red and hot, as if I was really overstimulated.

In order to comfort me and let me sleep peacefully, he finally complied with my request and lay down next to me, and he didn't resist me secretly putting his head in his arms. stroking between her silver hair.

I pretended to be calm, whispered to him, and asked him, how does my hair feel?

"...Like the flowing moonlight, illuminating the darkness." I heard his reply.

After my heart was nourished overnight, I became more relaxed and happy, secretly feeling overwhelmed by being pampered.Well, can you pamper me more, Sisyphus?

In broad daylight, with a sorrel flower in my mouth, I lay stretched out on the riverside with my head on my head, the soft grass beneath me, warmed by the sun——Sisyphus seemed to radiate As bright as the sun, it appeared above my head.

"Minos, you hardly ate anything. I picked some fruit, come--" he said gently, "stop chewing grass roots."

"Grass root tastes much stronger than that terrible black bread." I took a wild apple, took a bite with a big appetite, and said plausibly, "That thing is hard and scum, and I can't swallow it at all. Sisyphus , it’s hard to imagine how you didn’t spit it out.”

Regarding the terrible diet of this era, he smiled wryly, and let me pull him and lie down together. "I'm fine, but you, Minos—we don't know how long we'll have to stay in this dream world. You can't do without food."

"I know, Sisyphus, aren't you eating right now?"

He sighed, looking up at the blue sky in a daze.

I looked at his deep eyes, these gentle eyes, like the most beautiful translucent amber under the bright light, I was fascinated by seeing them, I just wanted to be reflected in his pupils forever, even daydream, if I and It's not bad for him to stay in this dream space like this all the time.

Sisyphus, you don’t need to think about the affairs of the sanctuary here, and you don’t need to worry about the yellow-haired girl Athena. Is it good for you to have me steadfastly by your side?

I stretched out my finger and lightly touched his forehead, bridge of nose and lips like a dragonfly.He didn't stop him, but looked at me curiously, "Minos?"

I said softly, "Sisyphus, maybe we will stay here for three to five years. Maybe, when we destroy the power of horror and illusion and return to reality, the holy war between the sanctuary and Hades will be over."

……

After a long time, Sisyphus said solemnly, "No. All the information shows that the time in the dream world will be magnified. Someone once fell into a nightmare and thought that he had lived his whole life, but in reality it was only a few hours."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that." I could only sigh to myself that he didn't have the same thoughts as me. This obviously peaceful dream world didn't appeal much to him. Infiltrate Gilderray's castle."

Sisyphus gently squeezed my hand and corrected, "It's us. I won't leave you, Minos."

This sentence made me a little excited again, and I started to talk about serious things with him, such as our target person, Gildrey.

He didn't leave a portrait, and there is no record of his appearance, but judging from the reactions and descriptions of the girls in the village, he should be handsome and mighty, otherwise how could he be the lover of his dreams?

Speaking of this, I laughed again, "Have you noticed? Since the two of us came here, the girls in the village have secretly looked at us from time to time. When you said good morning to the village chief's eldest daughter today, she His face was all red."

Sisyphus doesn't always care about these things, but listen to me say with certainty ----- "Don't blame her, because you are actually the man I've ever seen, the most pleasing to my eyes, um, the man among men .”

He coughed, smiled and stretched out his hand to rub my silver hair, "Some friends say I'm talkative, soft-hearted and caring - is that okay? Lovely Minos?"

I said happily, "I just like to hear you talk and watch you worry... But Sisyphus, I can also share the burden on your shoulders, and I don't want you to worry so much. If you have any troubles, just tell me." Yes, I will definitely solve it for you!"

"Hahahaha!" He heard the words and smiled brightly - I felt like my heart was being burned, and I couldn't bear to look away from his face for a long time: the sun's rays illuminated the waves of the river. Sparkling and translucent, he didn't need to wear a golden holy garment to be so radiant.

The hearty laughter startled something.From the side of the bushes at the bend of the river, a figure in a cloak led a horse and stared at us.

Sisyphus pulled me up from the grass with his own hands, and he also spotted that person immediately.

The stranger was tall, and he was clearly not a commoner just by his attire. He stood motionless like a statue, stared at us for a long time, and then walked over.

It seems that what should come will always come.Looking at the man approaching us holding the rein in hand - I saw lilies embroidered on his saddle representing the royal family.

It turned out that this was a black-haired man with a blue chin and a beard, but his eyes always had a sense of determination.Guildret, the glorious Grand Marshal of France, the man who set off a wave of bloody terror.What led him to this path?

People from aristocratic families can judge the status of others without looking at their clothes at all.After a few glances at us who were dressed in rough civilian uniforms, Gildrey said, "I don't know why, let the two respected gentlemen come to my territory to let go of their identities and relax here? "

Putting my hand on my chest, I saluted the baron socially.He said, "Because of some unspeakable reason, my brave knight and I couldn't go home, so we had to wander outside like leaves falling in the wind."

Gildrey glanced at us a few more times, and finally his eyes followed my long hair and fell on my face, but he was not admiring my appearance, but staring at me as if through my figure and face. someone else.

... I know that my appearance is not as handsome as the ancient Greek warrior of Sisyphus, but handsome and heroic, even a bit like a girl in men's clothing.

"You can stay in my castle temporarily. The nobles don't need to mix with the villagers." Gildrey said slowly.

It's really effortless!Besides, you don't need to eat the black bread that looks like sawdust ----- Sisyphus doesn't need it either. For this reason, even if the baron wants to lure me over and slaughter him, I don't care.

The living room of this castle is considered magnificent, with fine armor standing next to the fireplace, shining swords hanging on the wall, and a huge gilded cross enshrined in front of the stained glass mosaic with a gold background. It looks like a family of soldiers who believe in God.

It is a pleasure to sit again at the long table with bright candles and a sumptuous meal.It's a pity that the French feast 300 years ago is still not flattering.Looking at the sticky green cheese and other dishes... I dipped my lips in the stewed plums with pepper and salt, even if I had eaten them.

The baron, who was sitting on the main seat, was not interested in meals either.He drank oatmeal schnapps glass by glass.The gold goblet was gorgeously inlaid with gemstones, and there were two of them on the table—the other one was placed in the hostess's position opposite me, with an empty table.

Every time Gildrey took a few sips of wine, he would cast his eyes slightly towards the hostess, as if there was someone he was looking forward to sitting in that empty place.His eyes are sometimes tender as if caught in a fleeting memory, and sometimes the pain is unbearable - like a devil scorching him with red-hot pincers.

Sisyphus also noticed, he quietly stared at the baron's turbulent emotions.Is it sympathy?No - the warriors of the sanctuary have no sympathy for a murderer at all.Is it hatred?Nor is it.

is inquiry.Sisyphus is exploring why the lord, the hero of France, who is obviously deeply loved by the people in the territory, will become obsessed with massacre in the future and become the source of power of horror and fantasy.

He wants to save.

"Stranger, you are a warrior. I can see it." The baron said to him suddenly, his voice was a little slurred, "Brave, fearless, relying on absolute loyalty, and cooperating with comrades-in-arms, to protect the object you want to protect, isn't it?"

Sisyphus nodded calmly. "Yes, this is my happiness. I will pay any price for it."

…When I thought about the protection he mentioned, he thought that the world, including me, was beautiful, and he was dedicated to serving as the shield of the unworthy Athena…I immediately wished I could be trapped in this horrible dream with him forever never mind.

"Any price can be paid for this..." Gildrey repeated Sisyphus's words, he picked up the wine glass, and poured himself another glass--I smelled the precursor of an explosion.

Sisyphus stared at the baron who was beginning to lose his composure, and reminded him, "You were named Marshal of France precisely because of your bright belief in guardianship."

"Hehehehahahaha----" A miserable laugh came out of the baron's throat. He was obviously drunk, and he staggered to stand up, "Of course, because I was inspired by the true belief in light..."

"Have you ever seen such a charismatic person? Love and selflessness... Even a wounded enemy prisoner of war can make her cry and pray... Have you ever seen such a person with fighting talent, firm eyes, but a soft heart ? She is everything, a miracle!!"

... In fact, such a man, baron, is the one who is sitting at your table and talking to you.I secretly cursed.

I looked at Sisyphus sitting beside me. The strongest golden warrior in Sanctuary 300 years later, his eyes are gentle and firm, his heart is soft and persistent, and he is completely selfless.He bears the greatest responsibility, is the hero of the sanctuary, and is placed high expectations by everyone-even his shortcoming is that the spirit of sacrifice is too much.

Ugh.

I also picked up the wine glass and drank the spirits in one gulp.I thought to myself, Sisyphus, I will not let you, like this person in Gildrey's heart, end badly.Absolutely not.

Even now, if I still don’t know who is the person who Guildrey never forgets, secretly desires as a lover, and worships like a god, then when I was in the underworld, all the books that faithfully recorded the past of mankind It was useless.

I looked at Gildrey, even if he has a noble status, outstanding military exploits, so what if his status and wealth are aloof?None of this can save the 19-year-old woman named Joan of Arc who was burned to death at the stake.

I sort of understood why Gildrey would keep abducting teenage boys, because that was exactly how Joan of Arc, disguised as a man, fought side by side with him in the barracks.He even flirted with them to satisfy his fantasies.

And why would they be brutally killed?

The answer is already on the horizon.

As if agreeing with my thoughts, the drunken baron drew out his sword viciously, stabbed the sword at the religious mural behind him, cursed and roared, "The world treats the light that is so precious in my heart...why? Why! God! Did you abandon her? Why did you let her suffer so much? Give me the answer! Give me the answer!! Whether it’s the devil or hell, I can embrace them without restraint!!”

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