Poseidon's human descendant, the handsome Hippomenes, appeared in the city of Iathos. In order to marry the beautiful Atalanta, he made a promise to the god of love and beauty, and when he succeeded, he would turn his back on Poseidon, the king of the sea, and become Aphrodite's servant with her wife.

The goddess of love granted his request and lent him three golden apples, which she had given Hercules a task to pluck from Hera's sacred garden. She added extra law divine power to these golden apples, and no mortal could resist them.

So Hippomenes set out and came to King Iathos with a request to compete with Atalanta.

King Iathos agreed to his request, and he did not hide his admiration for this handsome and powerful hero, who was said to be a descendant of the Sea King.

But just as Hippomenes was about to go to the contest with Atalanta, a very motherly man stepped forward and offered to compete with them.

Unlike Atalanta's androgynous and beautiful appearance, this person knew at a glance that it was a woman in disguise.

"How can you, a woman, become Atalanta's husband?"

Hippomenes was furious that there would be a woman competing with him for Atalanta, but at the same time he looked at the woman dressed as a man, how beautiful she looked.

Medea, who was dressed as a man and was still beautiful, glanced at him disdainfully: "Whether she can be Atalanta's husband or not, it is up to her to decide, what does it have to do with you?"

The king of Iathos wanted to refuse, but when he was about to speak, when he saw Medea's blue and deep eyes, the words suddenly changed: "Well, let Atalanta decide for herself." ”

The king of Iathos himself wondered how he could say such a thing, but the words had already been spoken, and he didn't intend to change his words, so he let Atalanta make his own decision.

When Atalanta first appeared in Medea, she recognized this friend and old enemy who had fought with her since childhood, and she wanted to refuse, but when she heard the voice of Adros in the crowd, she nodded and agreed.

Adros didn't plan to play in person, because his sister Artemis was watching this game, and his wife Aphrodite was also watching, and he couldn't afford to lose a big one because of a small one. Besides, pairing Atalanta with Medea, one is neutral and beautiful, the other is charming and seductive, such a beautiful pair, even he is looking forward to it.

The people of Iassos have gathered at the race venue, and it has been a few days since they played, and this new race has a lot of anticipation. They wondered which hero could take down Atalanta, their beautiful and powerful princess.

But when the three arrived, the crowd boiled.

"How can there be a woman, does a woman also want to be the husband of Princess Atalanta?"

"It's good that Princess Atalanta deserves such a beautiful wife. It's a pity that I'm not strong enough, otherwise I would have wanted to be the wife of the princess. "That's what some girl thinks.

"Support Princess Atalanta to marry that beautiful girl. "That's what a lot of men think about who will never get to eat grapes.

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The competition began, and the music was played enthusiastically. Hippomenes took the lead and ran ahead, surrounded by bursts of applause. Hippomenes tried his best, his legs were like the wind, but he was still a long way from the finish line.

Medea didn't work very hard, and seemed to walk unhurriedly, but with every step she took, she could go far and wide, and so she followed Hippomenes all the way.

Atalanta approached closely, and Hippomenes hurriedly took out a golden apple from his pocket and threw it on the ground with a thud.

Taken aback, Atalanta hurriedly stopped, bent down, and picked up the golden apple from the ground. The apple was so bright and beautiful that she couldn't help but put it in her hand.

By this time the young man had already run a long way forward, but his speed was limited, and he was soon caught up again. When Atalanta catches up with him again, he throws the second apple on the runway.

Unable to resist the temptation, Atalanta stopped again to pick up the apple.

"Merciful goddess Aphrodite, bless me with victory!" said Hippomenes, praying aloud, and threw out a third golden apple.

Atalanta hesitated for a moment, but bent down to pick it up.

At this time, Hippomenes was only a few steps away from the finish line, and just as he was about to cross the finish line, there was a sudden enthusiastic cheer from the crowd.

Hippomenes was amazed, wasn't he still close to the end?

But when he looked up to the side, Medea, who had been behind him, had somehow overtaken him and was in the crowd to receive the cheers of the crowd.

Hippomenes was stunned, he did not expect that he, who had already received the promise of the goddess of love, would fail. Suddenly, his eyes were glazed and his expression was gloomy, and he left the arena gloomily, preparing to go to Aphrodite's palace and ask her why.

Adros was in the crowd and looked at him with pity: "Child, I am saving you from the doom of becoming a lion, of course, as a good person, eh, it should be said that he is a good god, and I will not leave a name if I have done good deeds." ”

Medea's victory was completely manipulated by Adros, who used his divine power to shorten the path under Medea's feet, and if you were serious, she only ran a third of the way.

For the first time, Adros applied a certain law born of the priesthood of the path and direction. This is not the power of the power of the star gods, but the utility brought by the pure priesthood, and it seems that what he has done in the human world over the years has not been without gain.

The victorious Medea looked at Atalanta who came over and opened her arms with a wicked smile, waiting for her to come.

At this time, the crowd next to them was shouting for them to hug. What a wonderful and fascinating scene for two such beautiful girls to hug each other. Both men and women are looking forward to this moment.

Unable to resist the urging of the onlookers, Atalanta's face was slightly red, which made people's hearts pound, and gently embraced Medea with a wicked smile.

Medea hugged Atalanta and smiled softly in her ear: "From this day on, you will be my wife." ”

"No, you're my wife. ”

Atalanta's face had calmed down, and it wasn't very good compared to marrying a man. Her red lips moved, and she pressed them over the other.

After this scene happened, there was an earth-shattering cheer from the crowd.

Medea hurriedly pushed the scoundrel Atalanta away, her cheeks flushed, and she glared at her fiercely, she didn't expect her to be such a hooligan. And Atalanta, with her beautiful palm, took her jade hand and greeted the cheers of everyone together.