Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 872 - 349 Attitude

Sasa...

Sasa...

The tip of the quill scratched lightly over the paper, producing a faint frictional sound.

Without missing a word, Medea transcribed the incoming messages onto the report.

The shadows of the feather pen's quill quivered slightly, as gracefully as a bird's wings.

Although Silver Moon City was not without modern writing tools, the vast majority still preferred this old-fashioned style.

At times, the old-fashioned became a trend of its own.

Sasa...

Sasa...

Snap—

"...phew, finally finished."

After writing the last word, she placed the pen on the desk.

Medea stretched languidly, her voluptuous figure subtly revealed beneath the robe.

"Those who can't appreciate the aesthetics of numbers are truly primitive. It seems that both the people and gods of the west have a certain endearing old-fashioned charm."

"But it's no wonder, after all, even the divine arts are nothing but copied rigidly."

"Indeed, aside from a few exceptions, that's probably how most of those so-called deities are."

"Compared to them, my nominal grandfather might have been a radical longing for change."

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"It's just that he was off in his direction of change, and he probably never thought he still had any living relatives."

Her mouth curved into a slight grin, a smirk that was not quite a smile on the witch's face.

She laughed at her reflection in the mirror, though it was unclear whom she was mocking.

The witch then turned and began looking over the report on the desk.

Medea, an ancient and powerful witch whose existence spanned a thousand years.

Yet, more mysterious than these, was her lineage.

The young Medea should have been a princess of the Corinthian city-state; her father King Aeetes was even a first-generation Demigod.

He was the son of the Sun God Helios and the Oceanides, Goddess of boiling waters, Perseis.

Despite being the offspring of two deities, he did not inherit the status of a deity but remained in the mortal realm as a Demigod.

However, demigods born of gods are ultimately special; even without any divine title, Aeetes still possessed prolonged life and formidable strength, which was hard for other Demigods to match.

Consequently, as expected, Aeetes became the ruler of a mortal kingdom and led his people to worship his father, the God of Sun who rode the divine chariot.

According to the original trajectory of destiny, this King was destined to be immortalized in history—though as a villain, known for attempting to prevent the "protagonist" from stealing the Golden Fleece.

However, everything changed; a terrible disaster struck the nation during the calamity of Typhon a thousand years ago.

Almost overnight, all devout followers of Helios turned into twisted monsters.

Even Aeetes, as the Divine Child, underwent unbelievable mutations.

That day, all who were still normal died, and those who were not were put to death by the vengeful gods who came afterward.

Countless bloodstains turned the city-state of Corinth red; the Earth was shrouded in blood.

Though she had miraculously avoided contamination by the inherited Divine Blood, Medea would not have been an exception.

But luckily, on that day, her aunt happened to be there.

From that day forth, the young Medea was taken into Silver Moon City by Calchas, becoming a part of the city.

Perhaps it was the pull of fate or simply her innate nature.

As she grew up, this witch, already famous for her witchcraft in the original myths, once again showed exceptional talent.

Even here, she gradually became more powerful than the witch described in the myths.

Today, Medea has become one of the most powerful spellcasters of the age, ascending to the position of Mystery Lock Guardian... though, of course, this has also brought some minor issues.

For instance, after the unexpected discovery of this intruder, Medea did not take any decisive action like the other 'Tower Masters' would have.

As the master of one of the twelve 'Clock Towers' outside Silver Moon City, this witch with unfathomable strength once concealed her discovery, instead choosing to 'investigate' the secrets of this unknown visitor on her own.

It wasn't until recently, when she had to vacate her post as the Mystery Lock Guardian due to the annual rotation, that the slightly eccentric witch finally decided to report her findings to her colleagues.

Buzz—

Sitting at the desk examining her report, Medea sneakily glanced at the movements of the birds displayed on the water screen next to her.

But just at that moment, a sound came through the Void, and soon, a glowing portal appeared out of nowhere.

The gateway opened gradually, and a middle-aged man with a composed face stepped out from it.

He looked around slightly, with his gaze scanning every corner of the room before finally settling on Medea and the report before her.

"Medea, where is your report?"

"Another day has passed, what exactly have you written?"

The middle-aged man stepped closer, leaning down to look at the leather on the desk.

Of course, it was just as he expected.

His highest hope for this witch was simply that she would do a few proper things without causing any trouble.

"...What is all this... paraphrasing his words and actions, documenting his daily life... My respected Lady Medea, surely such trivial matters don't require your personal attention, do they?"

"You know, what we really need are your insights from the past few months, not these pointless efforts that any apprentice could do."

"But I have no such insights, anything I had, I've already shared with you."

Leaning back in her chair, Medea spoke offhandedly.