Greece brings evildoers

Late at night, Moon Temple.

Lorne sat in the empty meeting room, reviewing the piles of documents on the table.

Originally, this should have been the responsibility of his good student Atalanta, but because the queen was still sleeping soundly on the bed because of the power of the god of love, he, the teacher and the culprit, had to do it for her and temporarily maintain the order in Arcadia.

After working for a long time, he finally finished the recent backlog of affairs. Lorne couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, leaning back on the back of the chair and closing his eyes to rest, and began to miss the days when the Gemini brothers were around.

Although there is a legend that Gemini backstabs the boss, the abilities of these two are also real. They are the heirs to the throne formally trained by Sparta. Whether in military and force, or administration and education, their performance among their peers is remarkable.

With these two brothers at his disposal, even if Lorne is forced to go to work, he can save a lot of effort.

Unfortunately, the two brothers took their sister Helen to Thessaly a few days ago to assist King Admetus in fighting against the restless Gigantes (giants).

The fact that Apollo personally issued this oracle proves that King Admetus has a great weight in the heart of the god of light, and on the other hand, it also proves that the situation in Thessaly is probably not optimistic.

Gigantes...

Lorne muttered the name in his mouth and raised his hand to press his swollen eyebrows.

If I remember correctly, the third mythological war related to the survival of Olympus, the Giant War, was triggered by these Gigantes giants.

Since it is one of the turning points of [Destiny], and in the process of defending Arcadia, Apollo's faction has also made a lot of efforts, it seems that Thessaly has to go.

"Shh!"

Just as Loen was thinking, the Hermes rune on the outside hummed and broke. Loen, sitting on the chair, opened his eyes and looked at the door that was gently pushed open.

A graceful figure walked in with light steps under the rich night.

The silver light from the window sprinkled into the house, mottled and dotted, vaguely illuminating the outline of the person coming.

Based on the iconic feline ears, Loen immediately confirmed that the person coming was his good student Atalanta.

"Awake?"

"Ahem, um..."

Atalanta replied with a nasal tone, and her eyes unconsciously glanced up to observe the structure of the beams.

Loen casually changed the subject, trying to break the subtle embarrassment between the two.

"Just you? Where's Medea?"

"She didn't wake up, and she probably needs to sleep for a few more days."

Atalanta snorted and rubbed her aching buttocks, thinking of the 70% damage she had taken in the seven days and seven nights of fighting, with a hint of contempt for her incompetent teammates in her eyes.

"She can't even handle this, isn't she too weak?"

"This Medea is lame~!"

Lorne nodded in agreement, jokingly echoing.

"Even a magician can't be so weak, I promise to let her exercise more when I have time in the future!"

Exercise?

Atalante licked her dry lips unconsciously, and her cheeks flushed unnaturally.

Lorne saw that his student seemed to have misunderstood, and he coughed dryly and changed the subject.

"It's just right that you woke up. I was just worrying about how to arrange the government affairs of Arcadia."

"Something?"

"There's some trouble in Thessaly. The twin brothers of Sparta have obeyed the oracle of the main god Apollo and rushed over with their sister Helen. I'm a little worried about them, so I'm going to go and see them."

Listening to her teacher's explanation, Atalante nodded and pondered.

"It should be. Lord Apollo and the Spartan twins have worked hard to help Arcadia overcome difficulties. Now that our neighbor is in trouble, we should indeed do our part."

After expressing her attitude, Atalanta couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

"But you also know that Arcadia has just experienced the impact of the beast disaster, and now everything is in ruins. I'm afraid I can't get away and can't go with you."

"It doesn't matter. Medea and I are enough. You stay in Adikaia to take charge of the overall situation and make plans when the situation stabilizes."

Lorn looked at his student gently, and the doting look made Atalanta's heart warm.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what kind of troubles she encountered, no matter what kind of lows she faced, her powerful teacher was her most steadfast backing and the safest support.

If I don't become the queen, I can stay with my teacher again, without having to think about anything, and without the trouble of weighing the pros and cons.

Thinking of the upcoming separation, Atalanta couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and even began to miss the carefree days before becoming queen.

Unfortunately, this was the request of Lady Artemis, and she couldn't bear to abandon the Arcadian people who trusted and relied on her.

If only someone could take on this responsibility instead of her...

Atalanta was thinking, and her eyes swept across the diligent and pragmatic figure behind the desk, her heart moved and her eyes flickered.

"Teacher, we will be separated in two days. I have a prayer, and I hope you can agree."

"Pray? Uh, there is no need to be so grand, right? Just say what you think."

"You agree first!"

"Okay, okay."

The teacher who doted on his beloved disciple nodded helplessly and asked casually.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Under the bright moonlight, a queen of Arcadia looked at her teacher with a faint gaze and spoke seriously.

"Lord Artemis, I hope you can give me a child!"

"Puff!"

Lorn, who had just taken a sip of tea, immediately spit out the tea, his face full of surprise.

"Child, child?"

"Well, to be honest, I don't want to be a queen, nor do I want to be bound by the rules of the secular world, but I am worried about the people of Arcadia, so the best way is to give birth to a child, train her well, and let her succeed me as the new king of Adikaya."

Atalanta said her thoughts truthfully, looking at her teacher with burning eyes.

Whether from a personal emotional or pragmatic point of view, her teacher is an excellent breeding object.

He not only has excellent blood, but also has extensive knowledge and is good at handling all aspects of affairs.

If he is allowed to continue the royal bloodline for Arcadia, and the child grows up under his guidance, he can easily step down and live the life he wants.

The more Atalanta thought about it, the more he felt that this method was perfect, and he could not help but step forward in the moonlight.

As he walked, the current queen of Arcadia took off her hunting clothes and removed her armor piece by piece. Under the moonlight, her marble-like body exuded a radiant luster.

Under someone's watering, his student seemed to have lost her original immaturity and became more beautiful and attractive.

However, Loen looked at the sanctuary opposite the meeting hall and the sculptures placed in it, and he swallowed his saliva and felt a little empty in his heart.

"Still in the Moon Temple, isn't this bad?"

Atalanta pressed her teacher who wanted to get up and run away to his seat, and the fire in her eyes seemed to burn even more fiercely.

"Continuing the kingship of Arcadia is a task given by the goddess, and she will definitely not mind. Moreover, Lady Artemis is not only the goddess of hunting, but also the goddess of childbirth, fertility and fertility. Wouldn't it be better to let her witness and bless our children?"

As we all know, cats have strong lust and rebelliousness.

In the original myth, Atalanta once left a legend that she fought with her husband for three days and three nights in a certain goddess' temple, and was turned into a lion.

Obviously, after a certain degree of self-repair, the deviated fate has superimposed a more subtle situation in front of us.

Before Loen made the next step, he was pushed to the ground with the chair behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a cat under the moonlight could no longer suppress the deep love and desire to break the taboo in his heart, and pounced on him without hesitation.

Skin pressed tightly together, ears rubbing against each other, the atmosphere under the desk instantly became hot, accompanied by a sound of clothes being torn, Lorne resigned himself to lying on the cold floor, his dry voice filled with a hint of pleading and resentment.

"Gently, gently! Don't bite, I'll do it myself!"

But soon, the insignificant resistance and the attitude of resisting but still welcoming were torn to pieces by the furious cat.

In the long night, the intertwined cries and collisions echoed under the bright moonlight, filling the entire Moon Temple.