Purple Night Melody

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to?
Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile.
The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite.
"To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at."
The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera.
"As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides."
The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena.
"You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core."
Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield...
Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him.
"And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation."
"..."
Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

The Greece Antagonist

After some recollection, Altria finally remembered the identity of the man in front of her.


Merlin, the great mage who had always guarded Britain, the one who issued the prophecy.


Altria frowned, looking skeptically at Luo En:


"Aren't you a mage? You also practice swordsmanship?"


"If you don't believe it, you can attack and try."


Altria had intended to do so, gripping her wooden sword with both hands and assuming an offensive stance:


As soon as her words fell, Altria charged forward, delivering a standard thrust.


Luo En easily dodged, casually breaking off a branch, tapping Altria on the back of her hand.


Pain surged up, and the young girl couldn't help but frown, but she quickly pressed on, attacking at a faster pace.


"The speed is good, but the accuracy is a bit off."


Chapter 18 King Arthur's Training in Progress_3