Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[84] Sacrifice

"Your Highness, when I strangle you with this feeble body of yours, don't cry for mercy..."

In the spacious Spartan arena, a comfortable sandy ground was spread out, inviting the combatants to step into its soothing embrace.

Wiping the crimson lips with the back of her hand, the silver-haired woman raised her hand to wipe away the drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Naturally, her hands hung down, clenched tightly and trembling.

She looked at the youthful and delicious-looking black-haired boy in front of her.

Caenis decided... to grapple! She must employ grappling techniques!

Here, grappling was, of course, not about engaging in amorous activities on a bed, but rather the ground techniques passed down in ancient Greek wrestling.

As a skilled warrior adept in combat, Caenis took pride not only in her spear skills but also in her wrestling techniques in the arena.

To think... she could engage in close combat with such a beautiful youth.

Such a thing made Caenis ecstatic beyond measure!

With a flushed face, she breathed heavily, her heavy breaths tinged with excitement.

The crimson color of excitement spread to her deep blue pupils.

Due to her excessive excitement and arousal, Caenis began to perspire profusely, her body soaked with sweat, exuding a seductive charm.

Even without putting on an act to disguise her infatuation, it made those around her sigh and shake their heads.

The crew of the Argo had already made great efforts to restrain this infatuated lady.

But... throwing things out of the window didn't help at all.

Proposing marriage upon first meeting was too absurd, to say the least.

However, the young king actually... agreed to Caenis' request for close combat.

"Just take it as entertainment for the heroes."

What a good fellow, truly befitting the King of Sparta.

However, everyone couldn't help but worry for Kratos.

Your Highness Kratos, you're not facing a person at all, but completely a hormonal beast in human form!

"Caenis, please pay attention to the impact! Don't tarnish the glory of our Argonauts! Remember, this is a combat sport! Combat sport! Stop when you've had enough!"

Jason covered his mouth with both hands and shouted loudly from the spectator stands.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman, still flushed with excitement, completely ignored the instructions of her teammates.

Heavy industry was indeed a Greek specialty, but did you have to bring it to someone else's city and smelt the king? Jason couldn't help but worry.

Don't go too far, after all, they still wanted to live through Sparta, right?

"It's okay, it's my honor to spar with you heroes."

Facing the gaze that seemed to want to devour him alive, Kratos just smiled gently.

He raised his hand, pulled off his long robe, threw it to the ground, revealing the coordinated and well-proportioned upper body of the black-haired boy.

The sunlight shone down.

The gaze of the crowd also froze.

The robust and full-bodied physique, not seeming exaggerated, as if carved by the hands of gods.