Chapter 15 – Metis, Nymph of Wisdom (1)
“Come in. It’s shabby.”
What should I say about Metis’ house? It looked like a house where a witch living in the forest in the Middle Ages lived alone.
‘A woman who lives on her own!’
The best.
“Excuse me.”
I was invited by Metis and entered her house, inspecting the house from the front door step by step.
It is an ordinary house where you live alone.
Bread and cheese were put in baskets, and something like a firepit was placed in the living room and something was boiling in a pot.
It was certainly not the power of ‘humans’ to see this series of processes happen automatically with one or two gestures from Metis.
“Is this your first time seeing it?”
“Ah, yes. Meals… I tend to cook myself.”
“Hmm, it’s amazing. Men tend to think that bread and cheese will come out of nowhere just by sitting down.”
“Isn’t it fun? The food I’m going to eat, I just have to eat it more deliciously.”
Even if you open your mouth to ask Amalthea to feed you bread or cheese, Amalthea will say ‘Aang’ and feed you.
But as for ‘meat’, Amalthea couldn’t cook either.
The goat nymph is not good at cooking meat.
So I succeeded in cooking the meat of the beast I hunted very nicely.
Aren’t flames the exclusive property of the gods?
Amalthea saved it.
Its use was limited because I could only use the flames inside the cave, but I boiled and ate the meat to my heart’s content.
Grilling gives off oil smoke, but boiling doesn’t show that much.
That’s how I made suyuk in Greece.
‘It’s not for nothing that women like men who cook for them.’
Is it because cooking is sexy?
There is such a thing, but she gets a sense of happiness and satisfaction from watching a man hard at work cutting a knife and making a fire for her in the kitchen while she is sitting still.
Not to say instead, but I can make sex more enjoyable at night by cooking.
After learning about Amalthea’s meat and ssam, for the first time, she entertained me with the exercises she practiced in the textbook.
Instead of cooking me, fuck me.
It’s an equivalent exchange that’s not too bad.
‘But if I do this, the man’s traces will be left somewhere?’
Are there traces of a man cooking in a woman’s room?
If not, is there any sign of a man at all?
‘I would have been very disappointed in Metis.’
A woman with a man just takes her extravagant man into the house.
That’s the mentality of a slut who has some insidious ultimate motive against me.
But I couldn’t find any trace of the man anywhere.
And I was sure.
‘No chestnut smell! Traces of a man, all green!’
When I was first invited to the room of a self-employed woman, there were no signs of anything resembling two toothbrushes or an ill-fitting tracksuit.
‘The icing on the cake is a virgin here.’
It was just a normal house, and I ended up talking alone in her living room over the tea she brought.
“I had a hard time coming a long way. Jupiter.”
But.
“We need an adhesive that’s as strong as that to attach the nymph’s horns. There’s a monster around here… With such a substance.”
She got right to the point without taking time to get to know each other.
The situation was not suitable for me to ask about hobbies or things like that, so I decided to continue the main topic that Metis brought up.
“You just need to defeat the monster, right?”
“No? It’s a monster, but it’s because it’s a being that can communicate with you. You can pay a reasonable price and barter.”
“…”
It’s barter.
‘If I can kill the gang, I think it would be faster to kill the gang.’
Wouldn’t the fist be faster than the law?
“It’s not always possible to solve problems with force. It’s also important to avoid unnecessary fights and deal with them wisely.”
“Okay. I’ll listen carefully.”
Maybe I already have a Greek way of thinking.
‘Honestly, it’s much more valuable to catch Metis and rice cakes while arguing with monsters.’
The Sphinx will save you if you solve the problem, but as soon as I heard that it was a monster, I felt ashamed for nothing at the thought of killing the monster and getting the glue.
Isn’t this the typical violent Greek man?!
‘Wake up, the K-Confucian inside me!’
He doesn’t brag about having sex in front of a woman he’s never seen before, but is polite to build up the steps step by step.
“Okay. Thanks for letting me know. Then he…No. Where do I go to meet him? Is it close by?”
“…I’m sorry. But listen to me. The monster probably won’t do you a favor unless you give it what it wants.”
What kind of change is this?
“What do you want?”
“Because it’s up to the monster’s will. Sometimes it’s gold and silver, sometimes it’s just an apple. It’s a freaky monster.”
“…And sometimes you might say you’re going to eat it?”
Metis did not deny it.
I could see why she kept referring to beings with intellect as ‘monsters’.
A person with whom you cannot communicate.
It is possible to have a rational conversation, but it is impossible to have a normal conversation.
Perhaps he could offer a deal saying, “Hey, if you give me the woman you came with, I’ll give you something.”
They are just monsters to be killed.
“Then what should I do?”
“Amalthea told me in a letter that he was a warrior he raised, and that he was strong enough to break his own horn. Now he is stronger than his teacher, and he will become stronger in the future. Is that right?”
“…It’s true.
(While having sex with her junior) broke Amalthea’s horn.
And against Amalthea, he won a victory with swordsmanship.
There are no lies here.
The best way is not to tell unnecessary truths.
“Then I can handle the monster enough. Do you want to go right now?”
“Are you saying you want to go see him? Okay.”
Metis was unexpectedly obedient and helped me.
“Follow me. I’ll be there soon.”
I followed Metis as he left the house.
And I walked with Metis for a while.
As she led the way, I walked while watching Metis ‘her back her through the dress her to my heart’s content.
Of course, I was thinking about the favor of Metis in my head.
‘Can I trust this woman?’
Normally, beings who give trials in Greece will come out in the way of ‘do it yourself’, but Metis seemed to be trying to lead me directly to the monster.
Could it be that he is one with a monster?
I was worried about that, but if you were a woman like that, you would have a hard time dealing with the aftermath.
‘If I knew it would be like this, I would have known better.’
Looking at Hoe Bing-Hwan, she moved based on thorough information about what she remembered so accurately, but I didn’t even know if this woman in front of me was a woman who appeared in Greek mythology or not.
‘Zeus in me, how is this woman? Is she the kind of woman you’d like to impregnate in the future?’
First of all, Zeus doesn’t react.
After Amalthea, I actually met a beauty I liked for the first time, but Zeus didn’t respond very well.
Why can’t I sleep with that chubby body?
‘If you help me, I’ll eat whatever you help me, if you betray me, I’ll eat whatever you betrayed. Why?’
I can treat any woman who helps me kindly.
However, I will thoroughly punish and retaliate against those who betray me and become my enemies.
If it was a woman, no one would be able to say anything even if it was a joke like Cronus.
If Metis set a trap to kill me, I can break through the trap, grab him, rip him off limbs, or ram my cock into his cunt.
‘I want to have sex.’
In my imagination, Metis was already divided into fellow Metis and traitor Metis, each being eaten.
“I have a question.”
Of course, now he must be a good and sincere young man, gentleman Jupiter.
“Metis-sama. Are you familiar with him?”
“We know each other exists. The reason he doesn’t come to this town is because I’m here.”
“Then, is there any possibility that he will attack Metis-sama…?”
“What are you worried about?”
“In case of emergency, we may have to run away with Metis-sama.”
If he asks for Metis’ body his.
Or if you want to eat Metis.
I may have to fight him with all my might to protect Metis.
“Really… It’s not clear that we still have to fight, so why are you so worried?”
“That’s it…”
Against most of the ‘monsters’ in Greece, no hero ever went well without a fight.
They are called monsters for a reason.
“…A feeling.”
But there is no reason to explain it in a lengthy way.
If the monster obediently puts out the adhesive, my intuition is just wrong.
Be an innocent monster.
However.
“…A being with feet as long as a child’s at least.”
My teeth trembled at the huge footprints on the way to meet him.
If this is a person, wouldn’t it be a ‘giant’?
“His name is Raflehess. Gigas.”
“Giant?”
“They are Gaia’s offspring derived from the blood of God. No, to be exact, they are one of the warriors that Gaia-sama formed with God’s blood and soil, and gave birth as a proxy through the earth. A creation created by Gaia ?Not a real child.”
“…”
After all, he is Gaia’s child.
It doesn’t mean much, but in terms of kinship, he’s like a maternal uncle to me.
‘By the way.’
Will he willingly hand over the glue to heal Amalthea’s horn?
It is unknown.
“Come. Over there.”
Thump, thump.
It seemed like a huge tree was walking in the distance.
Gigas, Rafle Hess, who seemed to be 4m tall, stood in front of us with a club, covering his lower body with a mat, like a savage.
“What, Ku-Hup, what’s going on?”
Even the skin was black like mud, as if to prove that it was made of soil.
I nodded once towards Metis and stood in front of him.
“Gigas, meet Raplehess-sama. My name is Jupiter. I’m looking for something to attach the broken nymph’s horn to.”
Since it’s a first meeting, be polite.
Raflehess looked me up and down and scratched my stomach.
“Are you human?”
“… Yes, I am human.”
Now is not the time to reveal your authority as a god.
“That’s strange. It smells like titans.”
“…I’m not sure about that either. I grew up being cared for by a nymph.”
“Kuhmm. Well, there might be some titans out there who are in heat with humans or something.”
“…”
You bastard, did you just diss me a little bit?
The guy who looks like his face his has been distorted from being punched ten times, how dare he talk to me like that?
‘I’m handsome and have a big cock, so I’ll have to put up with it.’
He said It’s such an ugly giant, it’s understandable to be jealous of me.
I
“Um…Good. Instead, there nymph, serve under me for two years.”
“I beg your pardon?
Metis’ face turned red in an instant.
The quivering eyebrows she contained obvious anger.
“Are you here to do this man’s favor too? Then obey me. Two years is enough time to have a baby-“
“Huh, look at this motherfucker?”
I got a sword
“You’ve been crazy to look back.”
Fuck is smaller than me.
Again, the best answer is the Greek heroic solution.
“Die, you filthy monster!”
Quote came out.
This bastard is much weaker than Amalthea.
