Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

“That’s normal. This is a method used in my hometown to bring back the soul of a lost child. Madam, I feel there’s something wrong with your situation.”

Seiya looked at the witch before him. Actually, her gaze towards him had been somewhat strange during the day, but now it seemed even more intense. "She's probably in a state of demonic thirst. Suddenly, a life form overflowing with cursed power entered my barrier, so it must have affected me a bit," Lucrecia Zola said weakly, leaning against Seiya.

Although he was simply lying down, Seiya could already sense that the energy emanating from his body was being eagerly absorbed into her body.

"As you can see, in that great battle that witnessed the disobedience of the gods, my sister used magic beyond her limits to protect herself on that battlefield. Now she is completely depleted of her magical power. It is quite troubling that she has lost the ability to protect herself in such a dangerous situation."

As a powerful witch at the pinnacle of earthly power, the sudden depletion of her magical energy was more unbearable than being thirsty in the desert for days. If Seiya were left unattended, she might recover in a few days, but just then, Seiya and Erica arrived.

Although she was saying things that were troubling, the witch was actually doing things that were making Seiya even more troubled; she moved a little closer to him.

"Seiya, what do you suggest we do?" Lucrecia Zola cradled Seiya's face in her hands. She could clearly feel the vibrant, alive energy emanating from him, despite his gender, and the divine mark of a supreme being. This energy, so different from ordinary magical power, held immense allure for her, and indeed for all witches, especially since she was currently in a state of demonic thirst.

No wonder her body unconsciously came to him.

Seiya was unusually hesitant at this moment, because even a simple push might touch an inappropriate spot in the other person's current state. He had intended to drape the blanket over the other person, but unexpectedly, the other person snuggled into his arms.

"How disappointing, Seiya-chan. Not responding to a girl's advances is completely unacceptable for a man." Lucrecia Zola wrapped her arms around Seiya's neck in bed, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"I refuse. What you really crave isn't me as a person, but rather my... magical power!"

Seiya felt he had come at the wrong time; he had visited three days earlier than the original storyline, and the witch before him was clearly far more thirsty than depicted in the plot. Although the beauty before him was stunning and alluring, with a seductive and bouncy figure, the most important thing right now was—

Seiya didn't move, because he was staring intently at what the other person had pulled out from his chest.

It was a naively carved stone tablet depicting a man bound in chains, which was the topmost grimoire, the divine artifact, the Prometheus Tablet.

Wow! What a despicable and evil witch! She actually tried to force me to submit using divine artifacts! I will never submit!

"Even so, you still refuse, my dear?" At this moment, Lucrecia Zola revealed a mischievous smile, stuffing the divine artifact back into her ample bosom, and Seiya succumbed.

“Why me? Erica is more eager for this divine artifact. As a great knight and a witch with the blood of the Brandry family, perhaps she can make better use of this power,” Seiya said.

"Alright, I'll be blunt. It's not really that important. I just want you to be that young lady's anklet to lower her arrogance a bit. If we just hand over the Prometheus Manual to her, given her proud personality, what do you think she'll do?"

Without needing to think much, Seiya knew the answer—he would immediately take it to fight the gods. Perhaps in Erika's subconscious, even dying on the path of charging against a disobedient god would be a way of basking in the glory of her ancestors.

"And most importantly, she is not qualified to use this divine artifact. I discovered it the moment I got my hands on it. Do you know what its activation conditions are?"

Without waiting for Seiya's reply, the witch gave her answer.

"That means one must have a deep understanding of the gods and have spent time with them to activate this miracle tablet that usurps the power of the gods."

The Prometheus Tablet holds a very special place even among the many divine artifacts.

So that's how it is. Just as Seiya was about to accept the divine artifact that Erika had been longing for, she didn't expect that Erika would maliciously take it back.

"Now, Seiya, you wouldn't want the stone tablet to be covered in dust, would you?" the witch said with an extremely seductive allure.

"I'm sorry, madam, I really need this power, and I'll do anything for it." Although these words echoed in Seiya's mind, he didn't say them aloud, but the witch could already sense his submissive expression.

"You should know what to do now," the witch approached with a half-smile. "Saint Seiya, let me see your determination to protect humanity and the earth!"

Just as the witch was caressing Seiya, Seiya suddenly asked a completely irrelevant question.

"If it had been someone else, another knight, instead of me, would you have done the same? Or is it that this stone tablet must be handed over to me, which is why this happened?"

Upon hearing this, the witch, who was already somewhat confused and bewildered by the lustful desire, slightly raised her head.

She looked at the boy's face in front of her, and after a few seconds of silence, she broke into a radiant smile.

"No," the witch replied.

It seems that they have made a certain decision, or it seems that their current state no longer needs to be concealed.

"Because three years ago, the moment I saw you throwing a punch on the beach in the Fairy Realm, I made up my mind to sleep with you!"

Chapter 11: Leading the Wind, Clouds, and Rain, the Goat Transforms

Upon hearing this, Seiya's vision went black.

Three years ago, how old was I? Oh no, I've encountered a girl with gender inequality!

But it was too late for regrets; the cart that had been eyeing the Saint Seiya's beauty for three years had already run them over.

The first taste of pleasure in my life was so close, oh no, oh no, absolutely oh no. The overwhelming sense of fulfillment, almost numbing my brain, only accelerated the feeling of guilt and immorality.

The night passed quickly, and the next day, Seiya nodded to Erika as she sat at the oak table eating fast food bread and cheap instant coffee.

My body feels slightly empty; about 30% of my energy has been drained. Ah, but this is a necessary sacrifice.

Perhaps it's the magic attached to this cabin in the woods, or perhaps the earth witch who can hear the voice of the gods hasn't completely lost her magical abilities as she claims; at least the soundproofing is quite good.

"Lord Seiya, have you rested well? If you're alright, hurry up and have breakfast. Our next destination is Alanchi Town," Erica said.

"Why Dolgari? Do you have some clues?" Seiya recalled briefly. Alanchi Town was a town located in the north of this forest, about sixty kilometers away. It would take an hour by car, but on foot it would probably only take a short while.

"Didn't Lady Lucrecia tell you? She sensed through her spiritual vision that there was a gathering of magical power near Alanchi Town, and it was a very high-level one at that." Erica puffed out her chest, looking at the Asian boy in front of her with a hint of pride.

Although she sees Seiya as a reliable partner, she also harbors a latent competitive spirit. When she discovers that Lucrecia values ​​her more than Seiya, she inevitably feels a desire to show off.

Seiya smiled slightly but didn't say much. He simply sat down at the long table and ate the quick breakfast Erica had prepared. Erica felt a little deflated by Seiya's attitude, as if her fist had struck a giant breast with no power.

But soon, she sensed something was wrong. She suddenly moved closer to Seiya, sniffed him like a hook, and then frowned deeply.

"That aura surrounding you... wait, how did the Prometheus Manual end up with you?!"

Seiya had no ability to conceal his divine artifacts, nor did he intend to, since he would use them sooner or later. The topmost magic book was placed on the table before him. The Saint slowly ate his bread, finally taking a sip of milk before speaking.

"We'll have to face the gods sooner or later, so we need to be fully prepared. Lucrecia doesn't have the ability to fight them yet, so she'll naturally be in my hands," Seiya replied.

“That’s not fair, Lady Lucrecia! I have more experience in using magic books!” Erica looked at the witch beside her.

The witch, dressed in a thin veil, looked at the proud knight with a rosy complexion. Leaning against the wall, holding her coffee, she spoke slowly and deliberately.

“There’s no such thing as fair or unfair. Erica, it’s my stuff, and I can give it to whomever I want.”

"I can give it to whomever I want" sounds domineering, but just that one sentence silenced Erica.

“But I’m closer to you than he is to you,” Erica said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Lucrecy raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You didn't know? I thought you were traveling with him and already knew his identity."

"What?" Erica felt a sense of unease.

"Like Lancelot, who was cared for by the Lake Nymph in Celtic mythology, and Zeus, who was raised by nymphs in Greek mythology, he was raised by Guinevere, the witch queen, in the fairy realm connected to the underworld. Legally speaking, you should even call him your little master."

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Aranchi is a small coastal town. It has valleys near the sea and also rugged ravines nearby.

This ancient town was built as early as the Roman era, and its antiquity lends it a touch of mystery. Through the vicissitudes of history, one of the two solitary, verdant hills in the bay has become connected to the mainland, serving as a screen for the town of Aranchi; the other stands alone at the bay's entrance, like a gateway.

Legend has it that Alexander the Great once spent a month conquering this place. And due to the island's geographical characteristics, it has become a region heavily influenced by various cultures.

After getting off at the bus stop on the main street, which only had a police station and a few small shops, Seiya and Erika first looked at the dark cloud in the sky, which was noticeably thicker than when they had noticed it in the morning.

“There is indeed an astonishing amount of magical power emanating from here, and a very subtle divine aura is gathering in the air,” Seiya said.

“That is divine power. As a child raised by the God Ancestor, you should be familiar with this.” Erica had already suppressed her emotions and spoke to Seiya with a calm mind. “When a certain threshold is reached, the calamity incarnation of the gods on earth will also descend, and this will inevitably attract the appearance of the disobedient god, who was the boy who accompanied you before.”

"Calamity," Seiya sighed softly. As if the cloudless, clear sky of yesterday had been a lie, Seiya had an ominous premonition about the overcast sky he was seeing for the first time since arriving on Sardinia.

At this moment, Erica looked at her partner with a curious gaze. "That His Majesty is consciously withdrawing his avatar. As the only person who has been in contact with him for a long time, Lord Seiya, have you noticed his true nature... God of War, sword-wielding warrior. The destructive boar, thunder and storms are all his avatars. In mythology, gods who can hold corresponding authority are all chief gods who occupy a very important position in the pantheon."

Through the witch, they had already confirmed the identity of the other disobedient god. But Erica was still undecided about the sword god, who had various incarnations.

Because of Sardinia's unique geographical location, it is recorded that the Phoenicians settled here around 800 BC, making them the earliest settlers.

Afterwards, first the Greeks, then the Carthaginians, invaded the north. In 238 BC, the Romans began their brutal occupation. In 227 BC, Sardinia became a province of the Roman Empire. More than 600 years later, it was occupied by the Vandals. It was subsequently occupied by the Byzantines and Saracens. The island was acquired by Pisa in the 11th century, and later by Genoa, who vied for control.

In 1326, the Kingdom of Aragon gained control of Sardinia. Spanish rule lasted until 1708, after which it came under Austrian control. In 1720, Sardinia was ceded to the House of Savoy and incorporated into the Kingdom of Piedmont-Sardinia. During the wars against the French Revolution in the late 18th century, Piedmont was annexed by France. After the fall of the Napoleonic Empire, the mainland territories of the Kingdom of Sardinia were returned.

Too many countries, too many cultures, too many objects to suspect.

Erica could only narrow down her suspicions by relying on the obvious characteristics revealed by the god. Fortunately, the authority the other party possessed was characterized by very prominent features, and several names were already lingering in her mind, awaiting final confirmation.

As partners, Seiya and Erika were regarded as a couple by the townspeople. With the San Ephesus Festival approaching, little girls even made wreaths and bracelets from olive branches to give to the two. But just as Erika happily accepted the wreath, lightning tore through the sky.

Without any warning, amidst lightning and thunder, a torrential downpour began.

Tourists on the street scrambled for shelter under eaves, while local residents, having anticipated the rain, returned home. Only Erica and Seiya looked up at the lightning serpent writhing in the dark clouds.

The wildly dancing lightning serpents were merely a means for the true sacred beast to trample upon.

A mythical beast born from storms and clouds takes its first step in its new life, just like a Chinese dragon soaring in the sky. A huge goat without feathers or wings leads the wind, clouds, rain, and thunder through the air.

Myth has come to life once again.

As if sensing something, Seiya looked back.

A young man wielding a golden sword descended upon the world, braving wind and rain.

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Chapter Twelve: The Owl, the Saint Seiya, the Young God

The sky and earth were shrouded in gloom, and the clouds drifted by like white dogs.

The ancient witch Lucrecia Zola, who no longer appeared weak, observed the changing weather in the sky. Even without setting up any rituals, as a witch of the highest level of the earth, she could still sense a remarkably dense gathering of divine energy in the northwest.

She stroked her lower abdomen. Don't misunderstand, this area is called the lower dantian in the East, and it's also a crucial part of the human body in the magic system, because magical power and qi are generated from here. And her originally depleted magical power was replenished to a level sufficient to protect herself in a short period of time.

And all of this was thanks to him; in fact, this special energy, which was similar to the omnipotent power of magic but seemed even more unique, caused her to have some hallucinations.

But suddenly, at that moment, her heart began to pound wildly like a pendulum that had gone out of control.

A cold wind from the night swept over her, and the pitch-black environment even caused her to completely lose all five senses, with only her most basic spiritual vision still struggling to function.

Zola instinctively knelt on the ground, for in that instant he was forced to kneel, unable to resist, as something even more terrifying than the calamity of a god had just appeared beside him.

The oppressive feeling vanished in an instant, but in that brief moment, she felt as if she had fallen into the underworld.

After several deep breaths, she strained to use her highest level of spiritual perception to search for the traces from just moments before. Even now, her eyes still couldn't penetrate that hidden darkness; she could only vaguely see, through her spiritual vision, a girl wearing a cat-ear knitted hat standing on the bed where Seiya had once slept.

Darkness, secrecy, the underworld, life and death, owls.

These sparse pieces of information piece together a vague outline.

"God, a deity?" Zola was soaked in sweat.

On this isolated island in the Mediterranean, how could a third disobedient god possibly arrive?!

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The arrival of the divine beasts that brought calamity, along with the gods, created a terrifying spectacle of upheaval for the town of Alanchi.

Terrifying screams, astonished cries, frantic commotion, and the mournful cries of the crowd as if they had fallen into hell.

The storm blew light items like wood and cloth into the air, and lightning flashed briefly in the dark sky from time to time. Strike lightning from the sky burned the ground and destroyed buildings.

Yet, amidst this storm, some people bravely went against the tide.

Even while Seiya was still carefully considering countermeasures, Erica summoned her top-tier spirit armor and rushed forward.

With an audacious and fearless attitude, using the boots of the high-level magic Hermes as wings, and wielding the Lionheart, a top-tier magical artifact, Erica moved with astonishing speed through the wind and rain, approaching the goat avatar that was about to unleash a thunderous divine punishment.

“Great Sage, please heed my advice,” Erica cried out in the rain.

Although her attitude was incredibly humble, her actions were offensive to divine power. Without hesitation, she summoned the Lionheart and unleashed the strongest trump card at her disposal: imbuing her weapon with the same magic as the Holy Lance that assassinated Jesus.

It can even harm gods and make them bleed, so piercing through a goat's defenses is no problem.

But this act of offending the divine dignity only provoked an even more terrifying divine wrath.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, countless buildings were struck by lightning, all sorts of things were blown away by the storm, and the rare heavy rain eroded the already battered town.

"What a reckless young girl," Seiya remarked softly.

He didn't dislike the other party's determination to wield the sword against the gods. Regardless of the other party's motives, he wouldn't dislike any warrior who still had the courage to throw a punch in the face of adversity.

At that moment, Seiya seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look southeast, at the location where he had come from—the witch's house. Just a fleeting instant, a slight tremor had appeared there that made his heart pound.

—It seems both unfamiliar and familiar. What is it?

However, his attention was soon drawn to the east, where a magnificent white horse appeared.