The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 581 - 75: Tower Cat, Get Petted!_2

After his defeat, he could only return to his last stronghold in Colchis, creeping into the forest to heal his wounds.

So, was this also the reason he didn’t attend the Divine Authority meeting?

Luo En’s eyes shifted as he probed indirectly.

"Ares doesn’t object to your coming to the alliance in Thessaly?"

"Of course not! As long as one does not fear death and dedicates oneself completely to the battle, enjoying the thrill it brings, it is the highest tribute to Lord Ares!"

Prince Absyrtus replied without hesitation, his youthful face brimming with fervent zeal.

Receiving an affirmative answer, Luo En nodded thoughtfully.

It made sense—Ares’s straightforward, thrill-seeking nature would never prevent the arrival of the giant’s battle; in fact, he probably longed for a bloodbath.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, Colchis was his last remaining sanctuary.

So...

Luo En’s eyes twinkled as he looked at the young fanboy before him, a mischievous smile curling at his lips.

Buddy, wanna hang out?

Just as a certain pyramid scheme leader was contemplating his strategy to recruit new members, a familiar presence in the distance made him flinch.

"You and your sister haven’t seen each other in years; it’s a good time to catch up and get reacquainted. I have something to do; I’ll leave first! See you tonight at my place!"

With that, Luo En instantly activated the "Goat’s" Divine Speed, turning into a residual image and vanishing on the spot.

No sooner had he left than the white-armed goddess hurried into the shade of the trees, looking around.

"Where is he? Where did he go?" Hera asked with a dark expression.

"It seemed like Senior Brother said he was going back to his place to rest..." Medea pointed in the correct direction of Luo En’s escape, obediently answering while emphasizing sincerely, "His voice was loud; I heard it clearly."

Upon hearing this, a cold smirk spread across Hera’s face.

Trying to fool me? Not so easy!

Seeing that the queen goddess decisively chased in the opposite direction, Prince Absyrtus was left dumbfounded.

How can speaking the truth not be believed?

"Hmm, I might get home early tonight..."

With that low murmur reaching his ears, he caught a glimpse of a deeply hidden smile on his sister’s face, seemingly realizing something, an inexplicable sense of fear surged in his heart.

—Women, truly terrifying!

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At dusk, a petite figure snuck stealthily into Cainis’s yard.

"Back already?"

Luo En, who was drinking alone at a stone table, poured out a cup of chilled fruit brew and smiled as he handed it to Medea, who had just arrived, to quench her thirst.

Given his encounter-free trip back and assuming little sister had exerted a lot of effort behind the scenes to cover for him, she deserved a drink as a reward.

However, the enchantress, with sweat on her forehead, did not take the fruit brew. Instead, she licked her somewhat dry lips, her gaze growing intense.

"Senior Brother, they’re not around."

Luo En’s expression darkened.

Out of the tiger’s den and into the wolf’s lair, it seemed the little alcohol he had managed to save up wouldn’t last through the night.

The God of Wine’s arm tilted slightly, the dark red fruit brew cascading toward the origin of life, and he uttered coldly,

"If you want it, come and get it!"

Under the dusky sky, the enchantress’s breath quickened, licking her dry lips. She moved closer to the deity, lifting her hand to gather her pale purple hair behind her head in a leaning posture, displaying her needle-from-iron determination and expressing her vow to obtain the true scripture with her articulate tongue.

But the sacred cannot be easily passed on, and the way cannot be sold cheaply.

The God of Wine’s expression remained unchanged, utterly unwavering by the Enchantress’s persistence.

Seeing that all her efforts in persuasion had failed to achieve her desires, Medea could no longer hold back. She simply sat down cross-legged, facing her fellow sect brother, Luo En, to debate vehemently face to face.

However, as Luo En had joined the sect earlier and was stronger, he was obviously more superior, breaking through and tearing apart Medea’s soft and empty defenses time and time again, leaving her blushing and speechless, only able to emit a low whine of defeat.

Yet, the Enchantress, unwilling to admit defeat, humiliatingly pulled away to retreat, hoping to continue her verbal prowess and win this round.

But as soon as Medea opened her mouth, a crisp knock on the door came from outside.

With others entering the scene, the debate between the two had to be paused temporarily. Medea hurriedly stood up to open the door for the visitor.

As the tightly closed door creaked open, a green-haired head with cat ears peeked out.

"You ran back here before the banquet even ended. What were you doing inside?"

"Ahem, drinking."

Luo En coughed dryly, lifting his wine glass in response.

Next to him, Medea, wiping her mouth, nodded repeatedly.

Atalanta, seeing the dubious look of the two, showed suspicion. As her nostrils flared, she smelled the scent of blooming heather in the courtyard and glared fiercely at Medea beside her with a resentful snort.

"We agreed to be good sisters, and you do such things without calling me... ahem... it’s just too much!"

"You came without being called, didn’t you?"

Medea muttered under her breath, her face quite sullen.

"I was worried something might have happened to you!" the huntress said, anger rising from her heart. She stomped toward the door, "I’m going to erase the early warning spells outside, and see how you keep sneaking around!"

However, just as Atalanta raised her hand to draw her bow, her flaring nostrils scented a rich aroma of wine, causing her to momentarily become dizzy and weak.

Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, a purple-red curse rope like a slithering snake coiled upwards, binding her wrists and fixing her in front of a small tree in the courtyard.

Accompanied by a sensation of cold, slimy skin, her upper body was pulled forward by several Magic Circle Diagrams that appeared around her, her legs slightly parted, toes touching the ground as she stood trembling, her hips forced to tilt slightly to maintain balance.

Meanwhile, as a feline, Atalanta’s instinctive stress responses became apparent.

——Her pointed ears trembled slightly and her tail bristled and stood upright.

Seeing this, Medea couldn’t help but withdraw her Mingyue staff, curiously touching the feline features on Atalanta’s body, playfully exploring.

"Brother, the furry parts on Sister Ata’s body feel amazing to touch. Would you like to try too?"

"Sure, let me check if everything’s developing normally."

The already itching accomplice immediately moved forward excitedly, grinning as he joined Medea in the pleasure of petting the cat.

Unlike Medea’s random tugging, Luo En’s cat-petting technique was clearly more professional, sometimes gently pinching the tip of the tail, sometimes brushing past the ears, sometimes combing through slightly tousled fur, quickly overwhelming Atalanta.

And it must be said, as an Enchantress, Medea’s learning and magic skills were superb. She quickly mastered the essence of petting cats, cooperating with her fellow disciple, and had her way with the captured kitty.

Faced with this pincer attack from front and back, with her ears and tail being assaulted simultaneously, Atalanta could no longer hold up and cried out in distress, desperately writhing her body to shake off the two conspirators.

However, the more she resisted, the more excited they became, soon rendering the little kitty gasping for breath and limp as a ragdoll.

"You’re going too far! Keep this up, and I’ll bite!"

Atalanta, with her face flushing red, protested angrily, baring her teeth in threat.

"Haha, a little kitty like you can’t escape from our palms! You’re destined to be eaten by us!"

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As Luo En spoke, prepared to enter the second phase of cat-petting,

just then, several breaths, strong and weak, came from outside. Luo En and Medea’s faces changed, and they hurriedly stopped their mischief, rescuing the now exhausted Atalanta from the tree, force-feeding her with an Energy Potion and a Recovery Potion.

No good, this feline creature can’t handle it, she’s done in by just this much.

She needs more strength training!

Grumbling to himself, Luo En stepped forward to open the door, only for a loud explosion to occur as the door burst open.

A furious hundred-armed Goddess stood coldly outside the door, casting a solemn gaze over the chaotic courtyard.