This is the situation that has no alternative.
Is it surprising that the dragon breath that can melt mountaintops didn't affect me, given I'm wearing simple, broken clothes instead of god armor? Isn't it normal that I wasn't completely incinerated? And why should I reveal more than necessary? You wouldn't want to see a coarse man walking around naked in a group, would you? Why must you come to me, shout, and then run off like a hoodlum?
Cyd, half-soaked in blood, looked at the sky with hidden bitterness. Although he couldn't break his guard, it was still uncomfortable.
The two Virgin Goddesses blushed slightly but didn't look away from the basin. One covered her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers, while the God of War Ares crossed his arms and sized up Cyd's body with interest.
"Hey..." Cyd shivered and retracted back into the demon dragon's body, revealing only his head.
Ares sighed regretfully. "Such a pity."
Medusa handed the Golden Fleece to Cyd. "Here, the Golden Fleece."
"Thanks, but I need clothes now," Cyd said with a bitter smile, rubbing the Golden Fleece against his face. It felt soft and warm, carrying the scent of the sun.
"That little princess probably brought them for you," Medusa said, blushing before quickly regaining her composure and sitting near Cyd's head, gently swinging her legs.
"I hope she hurries. This demon dragon's body is quite cold," Cyd said, extending his left hand. The white jade bracer, crystallized with blood, emitted a faint light. "There are still nine blessings remaining!"
"You've really grown up, become extraordinary," Medusa said, reaching out to rub Cyd's head. Once, she could easily cover his head, but now it felt more like a playful gesture between friends.
"Medusa, you haven't grown at all," Cyd replied with a grin.
"I like being close to my sisters," Medusa said, clearly enjoying the interaction, despite it being words that might anger other women.
"You don't need to worry about losing your feminine charm, Medusa. You're already very attractive," Cyd said, smiling.
Medusa pulled her black robe over her head, blushing. "Even if you say that, I won't be happy."
"~ ~"
"Hey!!!" The little princess, Medea, finally arrived with Cyd's clothes, out of breath.
"How do you feel?" Medea asked, panting but still trying to show off the clothes she had carefully prepared for Cyd.
"Very ordinary," Cyd said, reaching out to take the clothes.
"Suddenly, my big hero becomes so modest," Medea said, exasperated, holding her forehead.
Cyd smelled the clothes before putting them on, then looked thoughtfully at Medea.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Medea asked, uncomfortable with his scrutiny.
"I was just wondering if you secretly sprinkled some magic potion on these clothes," Cyd said, tilting his head.
"Cough, well..." Medea kicked at a stone with the tip of her toe, modestly.
"You really did use a magic potion!" Cyd exclaimed, half-amused, half-exasperated. "I was just joking!"
"Yes! I wanted to test your vigilance!" Medea said, extending her hand toward Cyd. "If you don't like them, give them back!"
"No, I can't return them. That would be troublesome. I'll wear them now," Cyd said, smiling as he put on the clothes.
Medea's eyes shone with excitement.
"You," Cyd said, turning to Medusa, "have watched over me since I was a child."
"And now you've grown up," Medusa replied earnestly.
"I have," Cyd said, standing up with a determined look.
"So, I want to see how much you've grown," Medusa said, smiling.
Meanwhile, Artemis covered her eyes, but kept peeking, and Athena looked irritated.
"Don't you have any Virgin Goddess determination?" Athena chided, her face slightly red. "You too, Ares!"
"I never claimed to be a Virgin Goddess. If you can't look, don't stop me," Ares said, waving dismissively.
"Dare!?" Athena was provoked. She, the Goddess of Wisdom, couldn't be outdone by a simple provocation!
"I need to confirm that Cyd isn't injured," Athena said, her face slightly red, standing next to Ares.
"How convenient, I am too," Ares said, smiling.
Artemis, meanwhile, struggled to cover her eyes. "You're absolutely not!" she exclaimed.
Feeling the chill, Cyd quickly put on his clothes, making the chill disappear.
"What do you feel?" Medea asked, anticipation in her voice.
"Cool," Cyd replied, jumping in place.
"Just cool?" Medea turned around, surprised.
"Yes, just cool," Cyd shrugged.
"That shouldn't be," Medea said, pulling out two bottles of magic potion, one full and one half-empty. "I even prepared the antidote."
"It's useless. Apollo's Blessing of the Sun makes me perfect under the sun," Cyd said, raising his right hand to the sky. "All curses and poisons are dispelled by the sun's brilliance."
"That's so unfair. I can't even make you drink a cursed potion," Medea said, pouting.
"You should drink it yourself," Cyd suggested, pointing to the potion in Medea's hand.
"What do you plan to do?" Medea asked, twisting off the magic potion cover.
"Of course not give Jason the Golden Fleece, but the result will be the same," Cyd said, holding the Golden Fleece. It shone gently under the sun, a treasure that no one could create a false impression of.
"Won't your father be angry?" Cyd asked, throwing the Golden Fleece in the air and catching it.
"Probably..."
"Hmm..." Cyd said, looking pensive as he held the Golden Fleece.
"Do you feel sorry?" Medea asked.
"No, I thought you wouldn't have to suspect your father if you didn't leave," Cyd replied.