(3rd Person's POV)
Today, Titus, who was now Atalanta's husband, introduced her to two incredibly beautiful women. From their features, Atalanta could tell they were not from this era or land. They also appeared to be of noble lineage.
"I am Scathach, this brat's mentor and teacher. Also his fourth wife," Scathach introduced herself with grace.
Atalanta was already familiar with the name Scathach, as Titus had mentioned her numerous times. Scathach held a similar position for Titus as Chiron did for Atalanta. Like Chiron, Scathach was a revered teacher who had trained many warriors throughout human history.
However, Atalanta found herself taken aback by Scathach's sheer beauty. Her tight clothing accentuated her curves like a second skin, likely drawing the attention of men wherever she went. It was no surprise to Atalanta that Titus had fallen for her and married her.
Feeling a bit tense, Atalanta wasn't sure how to act in front of such an imposing figure.
"Fufu~! Please be at ease. You are a hero yourself. Even in the proper human history, Lady Atalanta is a figure admired by women all around the world," Scathach chuckled.
"R-really?" Atalanta stammered, a little embarrassed. She had no idea her tales would be so celebrated. She then bowed gracefully and introduced herself, "I am Atalanta, the daughter of—Titus's wife this time around."
Having realized the malevolence of her father, she no longer felt a need to associate herself with him. However, referring to herself as Titus's wife, especially in front of another of his wives, was somewhat embarrassing. Yet, knowing that there was no romantic involvement between herself and Titus, and that she would retain her chastity, Atalanta was not bothered by Titus seeking pleasure through other means.
"I am Artoria Pendragon, unkie's soon-to-be wife," another blond-haired girl stepped forward. She was short and petite like Atalanta, but there was a regal aura about her.
Atalanta was also aware of Artoria. Though Artoria referred to Titus as her uncle, he was actually her brother-in-law. Artoria was the daughter of a great king, born to be a ruler herself. However, her elder sister had taken on that role, with Titus grooming the older sister to be king. From this fact alone, Atalanta could infer that Titus was a great man who had raised a formidable ruler.
But Artoria's regal image quickly crumbled with her next words.
"And I would like to ask, what the hell is wrong with you?" Artoria blurted out abruptly.
"Eh?" Atalanta was taken aback.
"You're married to unkie, something I've always wanted, yet you're guarding your chastity like a maiden! What's the point of having a damn pussy if you can't even use it! You're missing out on unkie's great giant cock that I've always desired! Why is the world so unfair!!! OUCH!!" Artoria ranted before Titus bonked her on the head.
"This is so embarrassing," Titus muttered, shaking his head. "Ahem, anyway. Atalanta, the reason I wanted to introduce you to them is different. First, let's change the location."
With a snap of his fingers, the surroundings around Atalanta transformed. She suddenly found herself standing on soft yet barren soil under a gloomy sky, the air heavy with dread. She didn't know where she was but could sense the presence of the underworld.
Titus explained that they were in the underworld of the British Isles and that he had the ability to transport anyone to this fantasy reality. Atalanta was astounded; not even high-ranking gods possessed such powers.
"So, the reason I brought you here," Titus continued, "is that I want you to train with Scathach in close combat and learn some basic spells from Artoria. Train diligently, and in ten days, we'll embark on an adventure to save children and complete other quests. Can I trust you with that?"
"I understand," Atalanta replied firmly. Although trained by Chiron and reluctant to accept another master, she was willing to set aside her pride if it meant saving children. She knew her skills as a huntress were more suited for ranged combat and that improving her close combat abilities was essential, especially if Titus believed it necessary.
"Well, then, shall we begin, Lady Atalanta?" Scathach stepped forward, assuming a fighting stance.
"My pleasure," Atalanta grinned, ready for the challenge, and the clash began.
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(Titus's POV)
It was a wise decision to let Atalanta train more. Despite being a formidable huntress, she was vulnerable in close combat. Her speed was her strength, but a single hit to her legs would render her defenseless, forcing her into close-quarters combat where she was at a disadvantage.
I chose the Land of Shadows for her training specifically to keep her off the radar of the Greek Gods. In the peak of the Age of Gods, it was nearly impossible to pursue ambitious goals without encountering a deity. I knew I would inevitably face them, given my future plans, but I wanted to keep Atalanta safe from their influence for as long as possible.
Regarding Scathach and Artoria's presence, they were able to be summoned because they weren't alive in this era. Similar to how Merlin was summoned in the Babylonia singularity, Scathach and Artoria were brought here following the same logic. However, I knew I would need to summon more servants, as I would require significant assistance.
"Unkie, are you sure about your plan?" Artoria inquired, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Yep," I replied, gazing at the great temple of one of the Twelve Olympian gods, Aphrodite.
Upon inhabiting the body of Hippomenes, I found myself in possession of three Golden Apples, indicating a contract with the great goddess of love and sex. In the lore, Hippomenes forgets to pay tribute to Aphrodite, who then curses Hippomenes and Atalanta to copulate as punishment.
To avoid this tragedy, I approached her temple, not to pay tribute but to intentionally seek her curse.
"Artoria, I'll need you to keep 'other' eyes away," I said, petting Artoria's head. By 'others,' I meant Zeus. His involvement would complicate matters significantly. Artoria would create a barrier to ensure that no one, except Aphrodite, could enter the temple.
"Hehe, leave it to me!" Artoria responded cheerfully before vanishing from my sight.
I proceeded towards Aphrodite's temple. A few shrine priestesses were present, but Artoria had already lured them away, leaving the temple empty for my purpose.
"Man, Greeks, if anything, were great craftsmen," I couldn't help but praise Aphrodite's statue. As a Roman at heart, I shared a fascination with art similar to my admiration for Nero. I genuinely wanted to acknowledge the skill of the sculptors.
It was at that moment that I sensed a presence, feeling a pair of eyes and a heavy divine aura in the temple. Surely, it was Aphrodite observing me.
'Well, let's lure her here,' I smirked and dropped my pants. I glanced at my Stand, now manifested in its final form. "You ready, buddy?"
"Hora," Anya D. Platinum gave a thumbs up.
Why did I drop my pants and summon my deadly weapon? It was to decorate our Goddess of Love with my sprinkled water. So, I aimed my Stand at the sculpture and released a stream.
"Mr. Raindrop falling away from me now~! Duh du do~!" I hummed while sprinkling my water on the love goddess. Of course, I didn't forget to spray some onto her beautiful face.
Suddenly, the entire temple started to tremble.
"How dare you stain my beauty with the filth of your mortal body?" I heard a voice, and soon, the sculpture came to life, shaping into a woman.
Her scarlet mane, ablaze with the embers of desire, cascaded down a back etched from purest marble. Emerald eyes, twin pools of intoxicating allure, gleamed beneath winged brows carved like whispers of seduction. Every curve, every line, sculpted by the kiss of a celestial chisel, sang of an unparalleled beauty, a symphony of perfection that brought hearts to their knees.
Yup, this was Aphrodite, goddess of love, same as her Lostbelt counterpart. Though I heard she was said to be kind in proper human history, she looked pissed right now.
"Insignificant mortal, your wretched existence reeks of filth. Do you comprehend the magnitude of the trouble you have summoned upon yourself at this very moment?"
I was speechless. Not stunned by her beauty or anything, but for some reason, she was pissing me off. Well, I had already pissed on her, haha!
"Heh," I smirked and sprayed the last bit of my sparkly water directly onto Aphrodite's face.
Aphrodite remained silent until veins started popping on her wetted face. "You are so dead."
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