Dark Soul Moon

With her hands behind her back, she stared at something through the ceiling.

"Come out, Athena."

Hecate said lightly.

"Perseus is mine, I don't want you to intervene at will." Athena's figure gradually solidified, appearing behind Hecate.

"He's not something you can control, Athena."

Hecate turned and looked at Athena.

"This is my business, Hecate."

"Then that's all I've said. I won't care about that hero named Perseus anymore. This time, I'm only doing this because of his kindness to Medea."

Thinking of the golden magic that can interfere with time if you understand it thoroughly, Hecate showed an interested smile.

"Better so, Hecate."

Athena gave her a deep look, then disappeared.

"Whoever plays with fire burns himself, Athena."

After a while, Hecate said so and sighed.

Then she stretched out her hand, and in her hand, a dark soul appeared.

Holding it up in front of him, Hecate carefully looked at the dark soul in his hand, that dark soul gave people a cold, dark and soft feeling.

"Did that kid Hades choose it in the end? Yes, if he didn't, the underworld would probably be swallowed by the endless rampage abyss..." Thinking of something, Hecate shook his head.

"Persius... the darkness... the abyss... there are so many troubles..."

Her murmur faded into the air.

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Chapter 59 Conventions

"Goddess Hecate..." Ashes stood outside the palace, thinking.

After a while, he left with the result of his thinking.

After returning to the room, Medea had already left, and the golden magic scroll he translated was placed on the table in its original position, pretending that nothing had happened.

And the quilt was neatly folded.

Ashes shook his head, sat in front of the table again, and made the final revisions.

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the next day.

Ashes is going to find Medea. After all, the golden magic scroll has been translated. After sending it to Medea, he should prepare for the next trial.

"Perseus!" came the immature female voice.

Ashes looked up, it was Medea.

At this time Medea was a little nervous, and seemed to have dark circles under her eyes.

She holds something in her hands.

"Are you leaving?" Medea asked.

Ashes nodded, and handed over the scroll in his hand.

Medea did not take the scroll, but lowered her head.

After a while, she raised her head and squeezed out a smile: "Then when will we meet again, Perseus?"

"I don't know." Ashes replied.

"...If we meet again, can you teach me more magic or tricks, okay?"

Medea asked, her eyes were a little red.

During the more than ten days of getting along with each other, the figure of Ashes has remained in Medea's heart.

After all, apart from her father, he was the man she had been in contact with for the longest time, and Perseus had already passed seven trials, which were impossible for mortals to complete.

But Perseus did it, and without any help from the gods except weapons and equipment.

So Medea, who was only ten years old, naturally began to admire each other, especially, she secretly read the translated scroll yesterday, the knowledge recorded on it was about light, or about the magic of time.

This can't help but deepen the worship of Medea.

"Here are some healing props I made, I hope it can help you."

Medea handed the props in her arms to Ashes.

Ember took over.

【Healing Bandage】

"A healing bandage crafted by Medea."

"After use, life can be slowly restored and the bleeding state can be eliminated."