Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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In short, when the water mirror hanging overhead gradually faded and the azure sky reappeared, Artemis's arrow had disappeared.

Morgan felt a moment of exhaustion, as if he had just run a few hundred meters at high speed.

"We can't stay on this island any longer, let's go."

Just as she lost her balance, tide Jian rushed up from behind and caught her in his arms.

"Ah."

Morgan relaxed and leaned comfortably against him.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Their Own Actions

Artemis's arrows cannot be fired continuously; they are not ordinary arrows, but rather the goddess's Noble Phantasm.

With such a massive consumption of magic power, there must be a certain interval between the two launches.

This brief interval presents an excellent opportunity for Chaldea to break away from Hestia.

Watching Hestia gradually disappear below the horizon, and recalling the villagers' angry but silent attitude when they left the island...

Standing on the deck, Shiomi couldn't help but sigh.

"Gods are not some distant, unattainable beings, but real entities. Is that why these people see the killing of gods as a blessing?" Morgan asked, leaning against him.

“I don’t know.” Shiomi shook her head. “Whether it’s the humans in this Lostbelt or the gods here, they are all hard to understand.”

"Gods?" Morgan was a little surprised.

To date, the only god with whom Chaldea has had contact is Artemis, who is in orbit around a satellite.

“That’s right, that’s a very strange god.” Skadi walked over and added to Shiomi’s statement, “While investigating the temple, besides that detective servant who supposedly helped Chaldea several times, we also encountered Olympian soldiers…”

“But the one who brought those soldiers was not a follower, but a goddess,” Shiomi said quietly. “Her name was Demeter, the elder sister of the great god Zeus.”

He had also suspected that the name might be fake, but the power that undoubtedly belonged to the goddess of abundance was meaningless even if someone impersonated her.

After all, it's easy to narrow down the possibilities and find their real name.

Therefore, Demeter's identity is indeed real.

"What kind of goddess is she?" Morgan asked. "And what is her purpose in personally leading soldiers here?"

“I don’t know.” Skadi shook her head. “That goddess seemed a bit mentally unstable; she even called Tianxi…”

"What's your name?" Scáthach asked abruptly.

tide Jian felt a little embarrassed, so she quickly recounted the details of her encounter with Demeter without missing a single word.

"Because he is Tiamat's son, he is also her child?" Scáthach, who had originally intended to take the opportunity to tease Shiomi, now found herself at a loss for words. "Are all earth goddesses like this?"

“But the goddess mentioned the name Persephone,” Orange added casually as she came up to the deck for a smoke. “That’s the name of Demeter’s daughter.”

“But I’m a guy…” tide Jian was even more speechless.

Artoria laughed and joked, "Gods also possess qualities that transcend gender. It's not surprising that Tianxi, who decided to become a god, would be mistaken for her daughter by the Goddess of Fertility, is it?"

"No, no, no, there's something very wrong with it, right? It's very strange, right? Demeter clearly seems abnormal in every way, and in a way that's seemingly normal but is actually abnormal!"

Shiomi made a rapid-fire吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments).

"But then again, the Olympian gods have come to Atlantis. Perhaps we can make use of this for our future direction."

Morgan chuckled to herself and then shared her thoughts.

"We'll have to see how things go. Anyway... let's follow Bartholomew's ship to Hercules Island and meet the Servants there first."

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West of the Hollows of the Void, on a ship of Olympus.

Artemis's Arrow, which was redirected by Morgan's Water Mirror Magic, struck the trunk of the Imaginary Tree in this Lostbelt beautifully.

However, since the Imaginary Tree was thriving enough and had corresponding protective measures, this attack only caused it to sway.

Upon witnessing this scene, Peperoncino let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"You must be kidding me. Chaldea can already deflect the Moon Goddess's arrows?"

Faced with such arrows, the correct course of action is to escape the predetermined range of the arrows as much as possible. If escape is impossible, either try to protect yourself or simply wait to die with prayers in your heart.

Chaldea, however, offered an unprecedented solution.

"Hahaha~, they're quite capable, aren't they? That human from Chaldea actually managed to refuse Artemis's arrow!"

Then, a series of bright laughs rang out, contrasted with the speaker's tone, which was undeniably cold and arrogant, like a condescending observer.

“Don’t say that, Aphrodite.” Demeter stroked the scythe in her hand, gazing at the other side of the sea. “Those children also worked hard, and they should be praised when they deserve it.”

"Go ahead and talk about love all the time, but don't forget our purpose," Aphrodite reminded Demeter with a hint of helplessness. "Zeus had to send us away from Olympus to this place because these humans are so capable."

“That is the only golden rice stalk in the world. I’m curious to see if it will bear a bountiful harvest or if it will be harvested before that,” Demeter said to herself.

“…Is that so?” Aphrodite felt there was no need to continue the conversation and turned to Peperoncino. “Peper the Hermit, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”

"Ask me?" Peperoncino was surprised. "If it's about love, I can say a few words, but discussing beauty with an ancient god is rather cruel. Shouldn't you update your values ​​regarding beauty?"

“That’s hard to say. Do you think there’s a need for an update? After all, ‘beauty’ is me.” Aphrodite said matter-of-factly, “Beauty is something I control, and I alone determine the value of beauty in this world. Humanity only needs to follow my aesthetic sense, and that’s all it takes to find peace.”

"I see……"

“But what I want to ask you isn’t these obvious things,” Aphrodite said. “Did you feel resentful for abandoning the Lostbelt you were supposed to be responsible for, and accepting the request of the Hermit Kirshtalia to come and support this Lostbelt?”

“Unwilling to accept it?” Peperoncino smiled dismissively. “Not at all. Rather, seeing that Chaldea has become powerful enough to destroy our Lostbelts while capturing our Hidden One companions, I’m looking forward to seeing them.”

Rather, it was a good thing for Peperoncino that Kirshtalia, considering the Chaldean threat, requested the remaining Hidden Ones to come to this Lostbelt for support.

—Except for Debit, who did not come and instead remained in South America to maintain the Lostbelt.

After all, he wasn't sure if he would be ranked last by Chaldea because the threat level of the Indian Lostbelts wasn't high enough.

"Then tell me about Chaldea. I'm interested now."

Aphrodite lit a cigarette, held it between her fingers, and made this request to Peperoncino.

Chapter Twenty-Three Massage Time

Is this the place?

"No, a little higher...yes, right here...um..."

In response to Shio's question, Morgan let out an ambiguous hum, his tone both cool and alluring.

"I'm just massaging your feet, is it really necessary to make such seductive sounds?"

He paused in his work, looking at Morgan helplessly.

"That's because my husband's technique is too exquisite; even I can't remain calm." Morgan leaned softly against the bed, looking at Shio with seductive eyes.

“Okay, okay…” tide Jian was speechless.

His methods were by no means sophisticated; he simply took care of Morgan and the others often, so he had some experience with it.

Morgan's reaction is too exaggerated, which makes Xi Jian feel that nothing is right.

“I’m not lying. When massaging, I use magic to act on the magic circuits of the recipient. My husband’s control over magic is even better than mine. Even if he continues to interfere with the magic circuits with magic, it won’t cause rejection or pain.” Morgan looked at Shiomi with a deep gaze. “It’s not as simple as just being used to it.”

“You said it was difficult to transfer the Arrow of Artemis, and that your magic circuits were almost melted, so I offered to take a look…” Shiomi sighed. “But the magic circuits are in great condition, even better than when you saved me back then.”

"If Artemis can unleash her Noble Phantasms continuously, I certainly won't feel good." Morgan readily admitted that she was just being coquettish with Shiomi.

Shiomi nodded: "It seems that even gods have their limits. Is it a problem with that mechanical body, or is it that the regenerative ability of the divine body itself can't keep up with the consumption of the Noble Phantasm?"

“In any case, now that the fact that we can transfer Artemis’s Arrow has been revealed, it means that only one and a half of the three obstacles remain for Olympus.” Morgan nodded.

The unknown Poseidon, the sea god, is one path, posing no fatal threat but not to be ignored; Artemis is the remaining half of the path.

"Judging from Demeter's appearance, Olympus realized the problem as soon as we destroyed Odysseus's fleet. Instead of relying on followers and soldiers, they sent the gods to the battlefield to prevent us from entering the city of the gods." Shiomi nodded.

"So it's okay?" Morgan asked again.

"What?" tide Jian asked, puzzled.

“Don’t you want to see for yourself what’s going on on Hercules Island?” Morgan said.

"It's nothing much, just temples, ruins, and settlements of Lostbelt residents." Shiomi shook her head. "I'll stay in Storm Border to deal with any unexpected situations that may arise at any time."

"How many more cornerstones do we need?" Morgan asked again.

“Once Hercules Island is set up, we can proceed to Hecate Island,” Shiomi said. “The temples on these islands are all built in locations that are very suitable for carrying out ceremonies.”

"Luckily, we blocked Artemis's arrow, otherwise we would have had to move west to find other islands to settle on," Morgan joked with a light laugh.

tide Jian smiled and released Morgan's foot.

"Is it over already?" Morgan asked, sounding somewhat unsatisfied.

Shio had been massaging her, and the mental fatigue from performing the great magic had long since vanished.

“If you want to continue, lie down and I’ll massage your back,” tide Jian said.

Morgan tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Why don't you lie down, my husband? Let me serve you once in a while."

“You’ve already done enough,” tide Jian said with a smile.

“Bedtime is bedtime, and daily life is daily life.” Morgan sat up lightly, her fair hands fluttering like butterflies, gesturing for him to lie down.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Without saying anything more, tide Jian obediently lay down next to Morgan and propped her chin up with a pillow.

Are there any requirements?

Morgan flipped over and straddled Shiomi's hips, then raised her hand to readjust her single ponytail, braiding it slightly and tying it up like Artoria.

"No, my wife, please do as you see fit. I will score you based on your performance," Shiomi said cheerfully.

"Then I'll try my best to get a perfect score."

Morgan smiled, her eyes crinkling, as her hands moved along Shiomi's broad back, searching for a suitable place to strike.

As a result, she rubbed his back for about five minutes before tide Jian finally couldn't hold back and decided to ask.

"Um... if it's just touching, then it's not a massage, is it?"

“It’s already dark… My husband’s body is too hard.” Morgan frowned, her lips slightly upturned, as if complaining, “It should feel very supple, but pressing it feels like poking a rock. My husband doesn’t even look like a big, burly person…”

“That’s called honing your skills through countless trials.” tide Jian couldn’t help but feel a little smug. “If you find it too strenuous with your fingers, then use your best magic trick?”

“Is that so?” Morgan listened to his suggestion, enhanced her fingertips with magic, and pressed down easily.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Shiomi let out a series of screams, which startled Morgan as well.

"My husband, are you alright?"

"Ah... thank goodness, be gentle... I'm not your enemy, I almost thought my magic circuits were going to be uprooted." Shiomi chuckled dryly.

“I’m not sure how much my husband can handle,” Morgan said apologetically, trying to lower his strength as before. “How about this?”

"Hmm... that's much better now, a little harder... hiss... a little lighter... ah, that's right! You really are a genius." Shiomi said with delight.

"I'm glad my husband likes it." Morgan was also happy.

"Of course I like it—" Shiomi hummed contentedly.

“My husband’s shoulders are so strong, touching them makes me feel very safe,” she said softly. “If I lean on them like this, I’ll definitely fall asleep without any defenses.”

"Are you going to sleep now?" tide Jian couldn't help but chuckle.

“It’s still early. The others are investigating on the island. It would be a bit lazy for us to sleep in here,” Morgan shook his head. “Besides, if there’s any emergency, it will take time to get dressed.”

Does sleeping necessarily mean doing *that*?

Why sleep if we're not going to do *that*?

Morgan countered without hesitation.

"..."

"Get up and take off your clothes." Morgan sat up slightly so that Xijian could turn over and sit up.

"Huh?"

"It's better to take off your clothes than to massage through them."

"also."