Dark Soul Moon

"I want your glowing magic!" Medea put her hands on her hips, a sly look flashed in her eyes.

At the same time, the previous expression that was about to cry at any time subsided instantly.

Ashes felt that he had been tricked.

"……also."

Ashes felt a little sorry for the previous incident, after all, he almost killed Medea who was kindly trying to help her.

Little Medea suddenly cheered: "Hurry up and teach me!"

After thinking about it, Ashes took out a magic scroll and placed it in front of Medea.

"?"

Medea looked at the scroll in front of her, somewhat confused about what was going on.

She picked up the scroll, opened it, and saw that it was full of unfamiliar characters.

"..."

The scene was very embarrassing at this time.

"...I can't understand the words on it." After a while, Medea said, her face was a little blushing, obviously a little embarrassed.

This scroll does have a unique power, and she can feel that the content recorded on it has a special magic power.

The problem is, she can't read.

Ashes froze for a moment, remembering that the words on the golden scroll were the words used by the researchers in yellow, which were completely different from the words used by the Greeks.

He took the scroll from Medea's hand: "I was negligent, and I forgot that the characters are different."

Medea watched the scroll disappear into Ashes' hands. She didn't notice any signs, as if the scroll didn't exist in the first place.

"Are you going to regret it?"

Little Medea stared at Ashes, as if she was going to make a fuss if Ashes didn't give a reason.

"No." Ashes shook his head, "I will take the time to translate the scroll, and I will hand it over to you when the time comes."

"How long will it take?"

"About ten days."

After all, it is the first time to translate, in order to ensure that Medea can indeed use the golden magic through learning, Ashes needs to think carefully.

Otherwise, if there is a problem with the translation somewhere, it will be a bit difficult to explain why Medea cannot use magic.

"...Then you have to follow me, or I'm afraid you'll run away!"

Medea stared at Ashes, as if she wanted to keep an eye on him, lest the other party run away.

Ashes was a little bit dumbfounded.

Since Athena asked him to rest first, then maybe he could follow Medea temporarily, Ashes thought so.

"Alright." He nodded.

"Then come with me, remember, the person you want to follow is a student of the goddess Hecate!"

Medea put her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

Looking at the appearance of Little Medea, Ashes flashed a smile in his eyes, as if he had seen Atalanta when he was a child.

I don't know how Atalanta is doing, have you studied archery well?

Ashes was thinking, while following Little Medea.

"By the way, since you want to follow me, the wound on your body is fine, right?"

Medea seemed to have suddenly remembered something, she asked.

"nothing."

Ashes looked at the bloodstains on the armor, the bloodstains had already dissipated to the point where they were almost invisible.

"Really? If you are hurt, you must tell it." Medea's face unconsciously showed a little worry. Although she was a little childish because of being spoiled, she was still a kind person in essence.

"Don't look at me so young, I can also heal magic!"

Medea's hand shone with a faint light, and her face looked expectant, like a child who wanted to be praised and recognized by others.

"..." Looking at Medea, Ashes thought for a while, "Then I will trouble you."

"Sure enough, you must be injured. Don't be brave when you are injured, or you may die because of it..."

Medea was using healing magic to heal Ashes' non-existent wounds, while chanting.

Wiping a little sweat from her forehead, Medea patted her hands, "Your wound should be healed."

She looked at Ashes with hopeful eyes.

Naturally, Ashes responded to her: "Thank you, Medea."

He subconsciously touched Medea's head, and then Medea rubbed it subconsciously, and then suddenly woke up, knowing what she had done, her face turned red instantly, and she slapped away Ash's hand.

As a result, her palms were flushed because she was patted on the gauntlet, enduring the pain, Medea ran to the front: "You rude guy, follow up! I'm not responsible for losing you!"