Amidst the thick fog outside the city of Colchis Kingdom, Hecate was nagging Medea, explaining the precautions:
"This time, that woman Athena will most likely summon the foolish son from the Goddess of Beauty's family again to disgust you with his arrows of love, but you don't have to be afraid. I remember your Senior Disciple Brother taught you a few tricks to defend against long-range thrown weapons. Eros's arrows of love still have a physical form before they hit their target, and they don't select a target, they only hit one. Anyone can be the target. But if your martial arts are rusty and you accidentally get hit by an arrow, it's fine. The arrow doesn't hurt at all when it hits someone, and it will give you two to three seconds of incantation time. If you confirm you've been hit, immediately seal your five senses and cast this 'Ice Coffin Technique' I taught you. Once I sense your magic, I will immediately find a way to save you."
Medea nodded repeatedly as she listened, then she asked somewhat oddly:
"Teacher, how do you know so much detail? It sounds as if you've been hit by an arrow before."
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
Upon hearing Medea's question, Hecate suddenly coughed loudly, then she reached out and tapped the little witch's head, at the same time standing with her hands behind her back like Ares, leaving only her back to Medea.
Maintaining this posture, Hecate said proudly:
"What a joke, who is your Teacher? And what is that Eros? You tell him to come before me, draw his bow and shoot me, does he dare?"
"No, he doesn't dare."
Medea covered her forehead, which Hecate had just tapped, and quietly glanced at her, muttering to herself:
She definitely got hit!
And looking at Teacher's fake smile now, the first person she saw after getting hit was most likely Senior Disciple Brother!
Doesn't that mean… Teacher and Senior Disciple Brother will…
Thinking of this, Medea's face showed a conflicted expression. Although Ares had raised her since childhood and was like a father to her, calling him Senior Disciple Brother for so many years, suddenly having to call him Senior Disciple Grandfather felt very unacceptable.
"What are you still standing there for?"
Hecate's voice came, interrupting Medea's thoughts:
"Call your teammates and quickly sneak into your father's royal palace before my thick fog dissipates."
"Oh."
Medea snapped back to reality and quickly nodded.
Hecate concealed her figure; her superb magical attainments made it impossible for Medea to perceive her presence.
And Medea could only act according to her Teacher's words. She called Jason and the others who were waiting outside the thick fog, and guided by magic, successfully found the city gate locked by the thick fog. Taking advantage of the guards' inattention, she led a large group of Heroes directly through the city-state and into the royal palace of Colchis.
When the last Hero passed through the palace gate, the thick fog also dissipated on its own. At this moment, the guards inside the palace finally discovered their tracks. These guards looked at them in surprise and demanded:
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the residence of His Majesty Aeetes, King of Colchis?"
"Don't panic, it's me." Medea stepped forward in time, starting to show her face: "Don't you recognize me?"
The guards looked at her and all calmed down. Someone said, "So it's Princess Medea, have you finally returned? His Majesty Aeetes has missed you for a long time."
"Mhm, I'll go see Father right away."
Medea nodded, then instructed:
"These people are all my friends, and they are Heroes blessed and protected by the Gods. Take them down, arrange baths for them, and then let them have a good meal."
The guards of Colchis Kingdom took their orders and left. Afterwards, Medea also returned to her residence, called her maids, and began to have them serve her in bathing and changing clothes, to relieve the fatigue and dust accumulated during her journey.
After a period of tidying up, Medea took off the robes and dresses she wore during her travels and changed into a luxurious gown and accessories, finally dressing herself up like a princess.
After all this was done, her father still hadn't come to see her. Seeing this, Medea simply got up and walked out, arriving early at the place she had arranged for the other Heroes to dine.
Soon after, the Heroes from the Argo also tidied themselves up and arrived here. A group of men, already quite lustful, saw Medea, who had transformed and exuded astonishing charm, and immediately their eyes went straight.
However, Medea calmly invited the Heroes to be seated, distributing food and drinks to them. Then, she also looked at Jason, who had also tidied himself up.
The blond boy had taken a bath, changed into clean clothes, and shaved his face, cleaning off the beard that had grown. At this moment, he could indeed be considered a handsome man. He noticed the beautiful Medea staring intently at him and immediately felt a surge of joy.
Although his upper head didn't like Medea, his lower body was open to anything. If at this moment, the beautiful Medea truly fell for him, Jason wouldn't mind sacrificing himself to hell.
But Medea stared at him for a while, then simply said to him:
"Jason, lower your head."
"Huh?"
Jason looked puzzled.
"Just lower your head." Medea urged impatiently: "Otherwise, I'll personally make you lower your head."
Recalling some of this witch's usual methods, Jason shivered and quickly lowered his head. In terms of seniority, Medea was even Heracles's Martial Aunt. Even the strongest combat force of the Argo usually deferred to her, so Jason naturally dared not provoke her even more.
And when Jason lowered his head, Medea's gaze finally fully encompassed the small boy hiding behind Jason. This child had wings on his back, and though he looked young, he was quite arrogant. He was undoubtedly Eros, the beloved son of the Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite.
Perhaps this time, considering she was dealing with mere mortals like Medea and Jason, Aphrodite didn't even come herself, directly sending little Eros. Even the weakest son of the Goddess of Beauty is still a God, facing mortals with no pressure. Moreover, little Eros isn't actually considered truly weak among the Gods; he's merely of average strength, and his inherent divine authority is quite troublesome. Generally, no God wants to provoke him.
And because of Aphrodite's verbal teachings and personal example, little Eros clearly harbored such arrogance. Facing Medea, who had discovered him, little Eros continued to draw his bow and shoot an arrow indifferently, aiming directly at Medea, who was looking at him, as instructed by his mother.
The golden-tipped divine arrow, which makes love blossom and bear fruit, flew straight towards Medea in her eyes. However, in the eyes of Medea, who is now an alternative magical girl, this divine arrow, which flies faster than a normal arrow, was actually moving very slowly.
Therefore, the moment the golden-tipped divine arrow came within an arm's length of her, the Princess of Colchis Island's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, and she directly raised her arm.
"Ares's Secret Ultimate Art—Arrow-Evading Protection!"
She extended her palm and gently slapped the side of the golden-tipped divine arrow horizontally, directly deflecting its direction and sending it back towards little Eros.