"Beautifully done, Hector! As expected of a great hero of Troy!"
Hector panted heavily as he crawled onto the ship from the water, flopping onto the deck like a salted fish, unwilling to move a muscle.
Hearing Jason's praise, he only said wearily:
"Don't make me do this kind of thing again..."
This feeling of pleasing no one and being the bad guy on both sides was something Hector really didn't want to experience again.
Jason, son of King Aeson of Iolcos, originally named Diomedes, was renamed Jason after being adopted by Chiron.
His mythological legend began with the clichéd story of reclaiming the throne.
Simply put, to reclaim the throne, he had to first seize the [Golden Fleece]. For this, he built the Argo and gathered various heroes from all over Greece, embarking on a journey to seek the Golden Fleece.
Heracles, Atalanta, Medea, and a host of other heroes were crew members on the Argo. With such powerful heroes helping him, and Jason being a scumbag, it was naturally a piece of cake.
So after deceiving Medea when she was still an innocent maiden, he successfully obtained the Golden Fleece he dreamed of, thereby ascending to the throne.
Although he was later backstabbed by Medea, who saw through his true nature.
To Takumi, who had just learned about this messy drama, it was actually a bit confusing.
he found it hard to understand the logic: wouldn't it be simpler and quicker to just kill the guy who usurped the throne? Or, as his opponent said, was it really simpler to snatch the Golden Fleece and bring it back?
But on second thought, realizing this was freaking Greek mythology, Takumi made peace with it.
Jason picked up the Holy Grail from Hector's side, and at the same time, magnanimously agreed:
"No problem! Although the plan is still a step or two short, leave the rest to Heracles!"
Jason confidently patted the arm of the figure beside him, who looked like a black iron tower.
His tone was full of trust in Heracles.
"That works... by the way, can you treat my wounds first? It hurts quite a bit."
After lying there for a while and realizing no one was coming to treat him, Hector couldn't help but speak up.
"Yes, yes, coming, Lord Hector. Leave the wound recovery to me."
Hearing this, a cute girl with a single ponytail holding a staff walked over with a smile, using magecraft to treat Hector's wounds.
The light of magical energy illuminated the girl's face and Hector's wound.
Medea Lily, like a certain Artoria Lily, was an existence from a younger period.
Not yet deceived by Jason, or even finished her apprenticeship, her magecraft strength shouldn't be underestimated. As a Magus from the Age of Gods, no modern Magus could compare to her in terms of spellcasting ability.
But then again, if the Medea summoned in this Singularity were the one from the Fifth Holy Grail War, Jason would probably have been backstabbed long ago, right?
"Just recover a little; anyway, Hector won't die anytime soon."
Hearing Jason's words, Hector widened his eyes, looking at him with disbelief.
Bro, listen to yourself. Is that human language?
Tell me, what do you mean by "just recover a little"?
"Quick, quick, quick! That rabble over there is already preparing to run. Use the magecraft you prepared to trap them quickly!"
Jason watched the movement on the Golden Wild Hunt, ignoring Hector's silent protest, constantly urging Medea.
"Yes, yes, got it, coming right away."
Medea helplessly stopped the healing magecraft, standing up under Hector's desperate gaze.
"Sorry, Lord Hector. If it's you, after my treatment just now, you can definitely hold on for a while longer, right?"
Dropping a sentence that didn't help at all, Medea turned to look at Jason.
"Really, Master, you are too impatient. Treating Lord Hector, the main force of this battle, like this... he might cry, you know!"
Medea said reproachfully.
"Cry? Even crying takes time!"
Jason frowned, saying nonchalantly.
Then he pointed anxiously to the position of the Golden Wild Hunt ahead, signaling Medea to act quickly.
"If we don't act quickly, we won't be able to catch Euryale!"
"Sigh, even if you say so, the magecraft I use to control them was prepared in advance under Lord Hector's reminder."
Medea sighed.
Because Drake had run away twice right under Hector's nose, having learned from his mistakes, he naturally guarded against Drake and the others running away again.
And his method was also very simple: just tell Medea, who had the nickname "Doraemon" (due to her having a magical solution for everything). As a Magus from the Age of Gods proficient in various magecrafts, wasn't it simple for Medea to prepare some countermeasures?
Medea waved the staff in her hand, and a light blue illusory magic circle ensnared the Golden Wild Hunt, which hadn't run far.
On the Golden Wild Hunt.
"Bad news! Our ship is trapped. No matter how we steer, it seems like we're standing still!"
After struggling for a while and finding it useless, the pirates immediately panicked.
"F*ck!"
Drake cursed angrily, turning to look at Takumi and Euryale.
"Do you have any ideas?"
On their side, only these two had a scholarly air and looked like they knew what they were doing.
Facing Drake's question, Takumi shook his head first.
When it came to magecraft, he was hopelessly clueless. Although he seemed to use magecraft frequently, it was all thanks to the [Rune Magecraft] from Cú Chulainn's legacy.
His true magecraft ability was just knowing some basics and being able to light a fire.
"Amazing. Judging by this quality, it must be at least a composite great magecraft or ritual magecraft. To actually cast it so quickly and have such strong binding force from such a distance..."
Euryale obviously knew more than Takumi, her tone full of surprise.
"There is definitely an excellent Magus among the opponents, and they came prepared, having anticipated our actions long ago!"
After the surprise, Euryale stated with unusual certainty.
Probably Hector's doing again; otherwise, it couldn't explain why the opponent reacted so quickly.
"Then can we smash these flashy eye-sores?"
Drake said, firing several shots at the surrounding illusory magic circle.
The bullets passed through the surrounding magic circle without causing any damage, flying off to who knows where in the blink of an eye.
"No, the magic circle here is, in a sense, just a projection. The real core is probably on their ship."
Euryale shook her head and said.
"Damn! This won't work, that won't work either. Let's just play our old trick again!"
Drake pulled out the Holy Grail backhandedly.
"Uh, Boss, you mean?"
A pirate lackey looked at this familiar scene and couldn't help swallowing.
"Fly up and escape, of course! This is the third time; you should be used to it by now, right?"
Drake grinned.