Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 873 - 349 Attitude_2

"As I've said, this is a fellow without much threat."

"He doesn't possess any strong aggression, and his emotions are quite stable."

"He bears no ill will towards Silver Moon City, of course, probably not much goodwill either."

"As for his purpose... he seems to be here looking for someone."

"However, I've already had the place inside and out searched thoroughly, and the results are as I have reported."

"There is no outsider by the name of 'Heracles' here, let alone a being of Demigod Level."

"Clearly, if the mistake isn't ours, the only explanation is that he was deceived—and frankly, given his intellect, I'm not surprised by this outcome."

Speaking indifferently, Medea picked up her so-called 'report' and threw it at the middle-aged man.

The parchment flew through the air and finally landed on the floor with a 'slap'.

The middle-aged man did not catch it, and his complexion gradually darkened.

"Medea, you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"What I want to know is, what have you discovered from his Divine Blood?"

"This is a dangerous individual, if we do not deal with him in time—"

"Well of course nothing was discovered—if you don't believe me, perhaps you should try it yourself."

Without mincing words, Medea watched as the middle-aged man, now even darker in complexion, let out a cold laugh and then gestured with her hand.

A flash of silver light, and in the next instant, it was as if he was forcefully expelled from the master's room.

The middle-aged man's form flickered for a moment as he seemed to resist Medea's spell, but he ultimately failed.

A [Transmission Countermeasure], a powerful spell sent him directly back along the previous space traces.

Soon, the silver light faded, and once again Medea was alone in the room.

"Tsk."

With a lift of her lips, the witch's gaze once again turned towards the movements of the birds within the Alchemy Light Screen.

Dangerous individual, he hardly seems dangerous at all.

Moreover, she's truly aware of the thoughts of these people... Everyone is already at the pinnacle of the current Spellcasters' Domain, who is unaware of whom.

As inheritors and proponents of knowledge passed down by the Goddess of the Magic Net, the powerful wizards of this era each had their share of expertise in astrology and Prophecy.

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Although some were more accurate than others, at least there was one thing they could all manage to do.

That was to assess the rough strength of these unexpected highly-ranked Outsiders, and the level of beings associated with them, through 'Prophecy'.

The more powerful the Life, even if they did not control Destiny themselves, their mere existence in the river of Destiny would be as massive as Mountain rocks and as influential as dikes.

Therefore, through this method, they could ascertain how to approach the Outsider at the first opportunity, unless the Outsider, too, possessed the capability to actively conceal their Destiny's traces.

However, this time, with this visitor who was, if all went as usual, a Principal God from Olympus, this once infallible move faced a grave problem.

On Zephyrus's person, all the Grand Sorceresses, without exception, felt a power they had never sensed before.

It seemed to come from the past, yet permeated the present and weaved through the future.

Omnipresent and unfathomable.

Therefore, the Destiny of this Deity had been altered long before the ancient times... And because of this, nearly all those in Silver Moon City who were privy to the situation were silent about it.

Altering Destiny, even if not intentionally, was enough to give them pause.

This uninvited guest had become a hot potato that no one wanted to handle.

Some wanted to report his presence to the Goddess of the Magic Net, but the Goddess was routinely not at home.

No one knew where she had gone, and even if they did, they might not be able to find her.

Others wanted to make some inquiries, yet feared stirring up major trouble.

After all, no matter what, he was a God, and if provoked to disregard the consequences, it was likely no one would fare well.

And so, the matter stalled.

Until someone remembered Medea, who had kept the information hidden, and came to question whether she had done anything about it.

So without disguise, Medea openly declared her exploration of the stranger's Divine Blood... and then told everyone eager for results to get out immediately, as her Tower did not welcome them.

Ding—

"Hmm?"

"...Connecting."

A notification sound came from another light screen beside Medea, causing her to slightly turn her head.

After pondering for a moment, she ultimately did not reject the communication.

As her voice fell, the light screen flickered.

The next moment, a spacious hall appeared on the other side of the light screen.

Five or six beings of varying appearances emerged, including the middle-aged man just expelled.

Upon seeing Medea, he clearly wanted to say something.

"Shut up,"

Jumping ahead, the witch interrupted impassively before the other could speak.

"Or perhaps I shall help you shut up... on some future day."

"You—"

"That's enough."

A voice cut through from the light screen, and subsequently, quiet settled on the other side.

Soon, a familiar voice passed through the Alchemy Light Screen, reaching the witch's ears.

"Medea, as a loosely organized group and a platform for communication, no one will force you to reveal your findings."

"If you're not willing to disclose them, then let it be."

"Just, regarding this uninvited deity... do you have any suggestions for how to deal with him?"

"My suggestion?"

Sitting up a bit more subconsciously, Medea regarded some people as insignificant, but others still demanded her attention.

The middle-aged man from before was, in fact, a young individual who had lived merely two or three hundred years; in terms of ability, he was nothing remarkable.

Forgettable as he was, the elderly man currently speaking was different.

He was among the first humans ever to be taught by the Goddess of the Magic Net, and while no one knew if he was the most formidable, he certainly was one of the most likely to survive.

"My opinion is that he poses no threat."

"On the contrary, if we disregard the other deities of Olympus, I even have a bit of a liking for him."

"Having a god join the ranks of the spellcasters is quite interesting—of course, I know you won't agree."

Switching her tone, Medea spoke earnestly:

"If I must suggest a plan of action, then it would be to seek out the human known as 'Heracles.'"

"Let him into the city, and have him take this god away. That way, you won't have to worry about this ticking time bomb, how about that?"

"...Worth considering."

The response came through the mirror-like surface. With a different subject, or with another god, their decision might indeed have been different.

But this bird-turned fellow... the danger he represented was a bit too great.

When venturing into the endless unknown, caution is the best safeguard.

Therefore, without identifying the source of the abnormality in this deity, no one wished to further provoke his nerves.

"In any case, that's my suggestion."

"It's up to you to discuss among yourselves, and as for the recent period, I'll continue to 'keep an eye' on him."

"After all, if it were any of you, the situation would likely remain the same."

With a slight smile, Medea was unaware that in her original destiny, she would become Hecate's priestess in the Mortal Realm.

It must be said, however, that she had indeed been heavily influenced by the other.

Later, she even planned on making personal contact with this deity.

The thought alone was somewhat thrilling.