Chapter 48. Guilty? No, I am Just Worried

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This is a helpless thing.

That is the dragon breath that can melt the top of the mountain. How could his normal dress would be fine?

Cyd, whose half of his body was completely soaked in the blood that was about to cool off, looked at the sky resentfully.

Although it can't break his defense, it's very uncomfortable.

Two Virgin Goddess, one with a slightly red complexion, stared at the pool without a glance, the other with a red complexion and stretched out his hands to block his eyes, but the large gap between them revealed a pair of eyes. God of War Ares surveyed Cyd's body with interest.

"Ah..." Cyd only felt a chill and he quickly returned back to the dragon's body, revealing only his head.

"Tsk," Ares looked pity.

"Here, Golden Fleece," Medusa held the Golden Fleece up to Cyd's face.

"Now I want a dress more," Cyd smiled wryly and rubbed the Golden Fleece in Medusa's hands with his face.

Furry and smells like the sun.

"The Little Princess probably helped you to get it," Medusa blushed, but she quickly recovered and sat beside Cyd's head, dangling her hands and legs gently.

"I hope it can be quick, this dragon is almost cold," Cyd stretched out his left hand, and the blood-like crystals on white jade's wristband were exuding faint rays of light.

"Nine blessings left!"

"You've really grown up and become amazing," Medusa reached out and rubbed Cyd's head, obviously before she can easily cover his head, to show the care of the elder for the younger generation, but now it is more like a little girl's coquetry.

"Medusa you haven't grown much," Cyd grinned.

"I like the body that is similar to the elder sisters." The words that would normally irritate women were very pleasant to Medusa's ears, because she didn't like people who could have huge bodies in the past.

"It's a bit of a femininity--but Medusa shouldn't need that--because you've always been attractive," Cyd laughed.

Medusa blushed and pulled the black robe on her head, "Even if you say that, I won't be happy."

"Eh~~"

"Hello!!!"

At this time, Little Princess, who was looking for Cyd's fig leaf, finally arrived.

"What do you think?" She was clearly panting, but Medea still shook off the clothes she "prepared" for Cyd as if showing off.

"It's normal," Cyd blinked and reached for the clothes.

"Come on, my hero," Medea helplessly held her forehead.

Cyd took the clothes and sniffed in front of his nose, then looked towards Medea with a playful face.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?" Medea shook her head uncomfortably.

"Yeah~ I'm just wondering if the princess who is good at making magic potion will secretly throw some mischief on this dress like magic potion," Cyd tilted his head.

"Cough, this..." Medea humbly kicked the stone with her toes.

"You really did magic potion!" Cyd corner of mouth twitching, to be honest, he didn't see any problems, and there was no strange taste, he was really just... just kidding.

"What! I just want to see... how is your alertness!" Medea stretched out her tender white hand towards Cyd, "Give it back to me if you don't wear it!"

"No, I can't go back shirtless, please turn around and I'll wear it now," Cyd raised the corners of his mouth.

Medea's eyes shined and turned around excitedly.

"And you," Cyd looked towards a Medusa.

"I saw you all when you were a kid," Medusa said earnestly.

"Now I'm grown up." Cyd's face was black.

"So now I want to check how old you are."

"That's all in the past!!"

Medusa reluctantly stood at Medea beside.

"Ah~ what a headache," Cyd scratched his hair and stood up from the dragon's body.

"Wu Wu!!!" Just as Artemis opened her eyes a hand covered hers and started to drag her back, "Wait a moment! Just a little!"

"You are also a little virgin goddess, so self-conscious," Athena, who was flushed with dissatisfaction, looked towards Ares, who didn't intend to leave at all, "You too!"

" I never swore to be a virgin goddess, so don't get in my way if you don't dare to see it yourself," Ares waved her hand impatiently.

Don't dare…!

Of course, Athena would never actually run to see Cyd's body for such a low-level provocation, after all she is Goddess of Wisdom! How can you do something unwise!

"I just wanted to make sure Cyd wasn't hurt," Athena stood next to Ares with a slightly red face.

"By chance, so did I," Ares laughed.

"I, I..." Artemis, who was blindfolded, kept waving her hands.

"You are definitely not!"×2

Cyd, who felt the chills getting worse and worse, put on his clothes as fast as he could, and then the chills disappeared.

"How are you feeling?" Medea asked expectantly.

"Cool," Cyd jumped in place.

"No?" Medea turned around in surprise.

"Gone," Cyd shrugged.

"It shouldn't be," Medea took out two bottles of magic potion with an unwilling face, one was full and the other was only halfway through, "Although I have the antidote ready."

"It's useless, Sun God's Apollo's Blessing makes me perfect under the sun," Cyd stretched out his right hand and slowly pointed to the sky, "All curses and poisons will be destroyed by the sun's brilliance. Disperse."

"It's too much, I didn't curse whether I prepared poison for you," Medea puffed out her mouth in dissatisfaction, Cyd saw through now that she was planning to release her own poison completely.

"Then why don't you drink it yourself," Cyd pointed to the magic potion in Medea's hands.

"What are you going to do next?" Medea unscrewed the lid of the magic potion and dumped the magic potion on the ground, "Give the Golden Fleece to Jason?"

"Of course, No. But the result is the same," Cyd took the Golden Fleece from Medusa, and it was emitting soft rays of light under the sun, which was extraordinary, and that's why no one thought anyone could fake it.

"But doesn't it matter where your dad is?" Cyd threw the Golden Fleece in his hand.

"Probably going to be angry..."

"I see..." Cyd clenched the Golden Fleece in his hand, showing a thoughtful look.

"Do you feel guilty?"

"En? Not at all, I just think you will be suspected by your father if you don't leave."