The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 317

Medea

The first to step forward from the Sword Fraternity was Medea, the master of the Wind Tower of Greece and the president of the Witchcraft Society.

A genius magician from Greek mythology.

The niece of the sorceress goddess Circe, a priestess of Hecate, and the granddaughter of the sun god Helios, also known as the navigator of the Argonauts’ expedition.

“Medea, it’s been a long time. I never thought we’d meet again in a place like this. How have you been?”

And, the ex-wife of Jason, the leader of the Argonauts’ expedition.

Facing Jason, Medea suppressed the rage that threatened to erupt at any moment.

This wasn’t the time to unleash those emotions. If she didn’t calm down, she felt like she would rush out and grab him by the collar.

Before stepping onto the battlefield, she recalled the meteor shower’s [a prophetic vision] advice.

Control your emotions and unleash them against the enemy.

Jason speaks.

“Medea, I’m sorry, but could you surrender? I came at the request of the Moirai [the Fates], but I don’t want to fight you. To point a sword at my wife… it’s not something a hero should do.”

“Jason.”

Medea gave him a faint smile.

This shameless man hasn’t changed even after thousands of years.

Due to Aphrodite’s scheme, he was struck by Eros’s [Cupid’s] golden arrow and lived a life of cursed infatuation.

He fell obsessively in love with her.

She dedicated her whole life to that man, even killing her own brother with her own hands.

She unsparingly shared the knowledge and wisdom she had accumulated throughout her life, living only for one man.

But what was the result?

What came back was a miserable betrayal.

Jason may have been a successful expedition leader, but he was not a good husband.

His love had cooled since Medea killed her own brother.

Even though it was for him.

It was too heavy a love.

Too heavy for a mortal to bear.

“Medea, I think you’ll do it for me this time too. It was good in the old days. Until you left Olympus…”

Jason says.

Whispering of past love, he urges her to step down from the battlefield. The past connection whispers memories in Medea’s ear.

Medea felt her consciousness fading at his voice.

What is this?

Arbitrarily, her head tries to recall the past.

Remembering those good old days, trying to recall the time when she loved him passionately due to the curse.

“Medea, my love. Thanks to you, I was able to successfully complete the Argonauts’ expedition.”

Jason in the memory says.

Smiling, but not smiling.

Loving, but not loving. Jason’s love is riddled with lies.

Medea’s love was a curse.

A curse in the name of love, and the name of the curse was love.

The curse of love contained in Eros’s golden arrow ruined her.

She killed her own brother with her own hands and scattered him in the sea, giving everything to a man she had just met.

Even though Eros’s curse had been completely lifted and disappeared, Medea lived for him.

She gave him the throne and whispered words of love.

Even though the curse had disappeared, the emotions remained and tormented her.

“Medea, let’s go back to that time. To the happiest time…”

Jason’s voice is heard.

Medea unknowingly turned her body and saw a man’s face in the dim vision.

The man, with his arms crossed and looking displeased, raised his hand and pointed behind her. Does he mean to turn around?

Turning her head and looking back, there was Jason drawing his sword and approaching.

The gleaming sword seemed ready to pierce her heart at any moment.

Jason had a relieved expression, as if he could finally shake off the old burdens.

‘No, you shouldn’t have that expression.’

Instead of a relieved expression, you should have a face full of pain.

You’re piercing the heart of your former lover, so why do you have such a relieved expression?

You shouldn’t be like that.

“You shouldn’t be like that!”

Medea shouts and takes out a dagger from her bosom with her right hand.

Jason stepped back and took a defensive stance, but her dagger was aimed not at Jason but at her own left hand.

Stab.

The sharp dagger deeply pierced her left hand and penetrated it.

Overwhelming pain and blood seep out. She raised the corner of her mouth with the dagger stuck in her left hand.

“Jason, I curse you. I have learned only curses for over 2,000 years to curse you.”

“Medea, you mustn’t.”

“You, you, you, you, you! I curse you. Jason, the leader of the Argonauts and a fake hero. A useless bastard who can only coax with a sly smile.”

Drop, drip.

Tears fall from Medea’s eyes. Not transparent tears.

Blood-red tears.

Dropping them on the plains of the meadow, Medea was sure that this was the moment.

That it was time to let go of her old love.

The love that had faded over thousands of years was no longer a beautiful memory.

It’s just a terrible curse.

“Die, Jason.”

Medea pulled out the dagger stuck in her left hand.

Black blood flowed from the hole in her left hand, soaking the ground.

A terrible stench and poison spread, covering all directions, and an ominous energy obscured the sky.

“I am a disciple of Circe and a priestess of Hecate, and my grandfather is Helios. God of magic, god of sorcery, god of the sun, grant only a small measure of courage to your humble disciple, niece, and granddaughter.”

Quietly muttering, she scattered blood and raised her hand, and the fallen blood soared and drew a magic circle in the air.

A magic circle in the form of blood dripping down.

You could tell just by looking at it that it was not ordinary magic.

“An old man walks in the deep darkness. A hand stretched out from the darkness grabs the ankle. The clothes worn are coated with poison, and the anger of the owner of the golden apple goes to you.”

Each time Medea chanted the spell, a part of the magic circle shone.

Chanting a spell to activate the magic circle. Jason instinctively realized that he would not be safe if that magic circle was activated.

“Medea! Are you really going to do this?!”

“The hydra’s venomous fangs are embedded in the shoulder, and Artemis’s arrow is stuck in the heart. Zeus’s lightning is a bolt from the blue, a soft body turning into bubbles…”

The chanting does not stop despite Jason’s cries.

As the magic circle was gradually completed, Jason muttered as if he had no choice.

“You brought this on yourself. Medea. I’ve given you as much leeway as I could.”

Jason took his sword and ran. With the momentum to stab Medea’s heart right away.

Still, as a deity residing in Olympus, Jason approached her at a rapid speed and thrust his sword.

The tip of the sword pierces Medea’s chest. But Medea’s body, pierced by the sword, melted and disappeared.

A fake using curses.

Realizing that he had fallen into a trap, Jason turned his gaze to find Medea somewhere.

“Where…!”

“…The Catcher in the Rye [reference to a deadly trap] pierces the heart with a sickle, and the voice of the messenger of the Athenian plains does not reach. Having abandoned faith, forgotten kindness, and being riddled with ugliness, what is the point of anything?”

The voice chanting the spell continues to echo, though the figure is not visible.

Eventually, an impatient Jason released his divinity.

From his feet, seawater began to gush out, creating a shallow sea.

Jason’s divinity comes from the episode of the Argonauts’ expedition.

His heroic tale, created by roaming the sea for a long time and wandering through various islands, formed his mythology.

“Come out! Medea!”

The bow of the ship popped out from the sea, carrying Jason and soaring high.

What appeared from the sea was the original Argo, which roamed the sea thousands of years ago.

The ship of magnificent size revealed its beauty on the sea and emitted divinity.

[Unique World]

[Argonauts: Jason (Ἀργοναυτικά: Ἰάσων)]

Leader of the Argonauts’ expedition.

The man, recognized even by Hercules, stood at the bow, looking down at the sea and searching for Medea.

Medea was standing a little away from the Argo, still chanting the spell.

The ominous magic circle floating above her head was mostly emitting a red light.

“Medea─!!”

Jason called Medea’s name and moved the Argo.

Creating a huge wave, he tried to push her away.

Medea covered her face with her left hand with a hole in it and muttered.

“It’s too late, Jason. You were always like that. You don’t even know what to say to me in this place…”

Jason was that kind of man.

He took good care of his colleagues’ feelings, but he didn’t know anything about his woman’s feelings.

I used to love such a man.

Now it’s time to send him off.

To the afterlife.

“Jason, goodbye now.”

The Argo came right in front of her.

A magnificent ship that seemed to crush her at any moment.

However, Medea does not back down. After all, these will all be buried with Jason.

The magic circle above Medea’s head emitted a bright light.

The powerful magic emanating from the magic circle stopped the Argo and dyed the world red.

Soon, the red light converged into a single point and became a small sphere.

Medea raised it high and muttered.

“Expand.”

The red sphere that floated into the sky.

The light that had converged into a single point spread out again, bringing change to the world.

Overlaying the unique world unfolded by Jason, she unfolds her inner world.

It is an incredibly beautiful island.

No, it was an island that would have been incredibly beautiful.

The statue towering in the center of the island is of Jason and the Argo.

He was the one who was half of her world, and the one who bound her with the curse of love.

However, the statue that should have been magnificent was broken in places and looked miserable.

The Argo under the statue was the same.

The bow of the Argo, which would have been a famous ship that had endured a long voyage, was smashed, and the keel was broken and no longer maintained its shape.

Her world collapsed.

And she filled the collapsed world with something else.

With hatred, murderous intent, and curses to kill him.

“Jason, this is a world just for you. My world to kill you…”

Medea stands on the broken statue and smiles.

Far below, Jason, who was stuck on the beach of the island with the Argo, looked up at her and distorted his mouth.

What on earth is this?

It’s such a terrible world.

A hideous world he created.

Did he remain in her world even after thousands of years?

He now realizes what he has done.

“Medea…”

“I’ll listen if you have anything to say. Since it’s the last time.”

“…You hideous witch. You won’t die peacefully.”

“You’re the same until the end.”

Medea did not lose her smile.

Because this was the best smile she could give him now, with traces of blood tears left.

She completed her unique world with her smile.

[Unique World]

[Ultimate Love Curse (至愛呪殺)]

The most extreme, a world consumed by love.