Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes-Chapter 91: Atalanta Wants to Kill the Heartless Man

Chapter 91: Atalanta Wants to Kill the Heartless Man
The young huntress stared warily at the figure standing below.
At the same time, Rowe finally took a proper look at her, and his gaze paused for a heartbeat.
Of course he knew the name Atalanta.
She was one of the emblematic heroes of the Greek Age of Gods, a name that echoed all the way into later ages.
Daughter of King Iasus. Thrown away on the mountains of Arcadia because her father had wanted a son instead of a daughter. Discovered by Artemis, taken into this very paradise, and raised beneath the goddess’s protection.
Having grown up here, in this enclosed haven, she had long since come to treat it as her true home.
Naturally, she could not allow intruders to wander in as they pleased.
“If you take one more step, I will not hesitate to shoot straight through you, stranger.”
When Rowe did not answer immediately, Atalanta’s bowstring tightened. She raised her bow in one smooth motion, drew, and aimed. There was nothing ambiguous about the threat in her eyes.
“You cannot shoot through me.”
Rowe took a step forward. His tone was offhand, almost bored, with a faint hint of provocation.
“You are really rude, you know that?”
Atalanta bared her teeth, exposing a pair of sharp canines. Her face flushed with anger.
“If you dare to take another step, I will really shoot.”
Rowe took another step.
“I am warning you. I will kill you. Not only will I kill you, I will ask Lady Artemis to consign your soul to purgatory for eternity.”
Rowe continued onward.
“You shameless man. If you defile the paradise of Lady Artemis…”
Rowe still ignored her.
“You…”
“If you are going to shoot, then shoot. Why waste so many words?”
“?”
Who was actually threatening whom here?
Why was this intruder fiercer than the guardian?
Atalanta froze for an instant, then truly flew into a rage.
She had not intended to kill him. At first she only meant to scare him off and drive him out.
It was not as if no one had tried to slip into the paradise before. As the earthly dwelling of Artemis, whose status among the Twelve Olympian Gods was special and exalted, it naturally drew plenty of worshipers and fanatics.
But without fail, Atalanta had always driven them off.
Atalanta did not mind killing. She had grown up in Arcadia hunting since childhood.
But someone had once told her that she should show a measure of kindness toward all living things.
So she had always tried not to spill blood within the bounds of paradise.
Only this man in front of her…
“If you die, you have only yourself to blame.”
Atalanta gritted her teeth and loosed.
The bowstring thrummed. In an instant, a brilliant radiance spiraled along the shaft of the arrow, magic coiling outward. The mystery bestowed by a goddess bloomed to life.
The instant Atalanta released, it flashed forth like moonlight.
As Artemis’s attendant, the power she wielded naturally traced its origin back to the Moon Goddess.
Light flared. It streaked across the air and reached its target in less than a breath.
Clang.
The impact rang out like metal striking solid stone.
Rowe glanced down, then dusted his robe with one hand. All that remained was a faint pale mark.
Atalanta stared, stunned.
“You…” Her slender brows knitted.
In the next second, before she could react, a gust brushed past her cheek. Rowe, who had stood below a moment ago, vanished from sight.
A calm voice sounded right beside her ear.
“Who gave you that bow and arrow?”
Rowe appeared at her side as if he had always been there, looking at her with a slightly tilted gaze.
The divine power infused into the bow and arrow certainly belonged to Artemis.
But the bow and arrow themselves did not.
Their base material was different. It carried a power specialized for binding gods.
This was the material of the Chains of Heaven.
If he had not wanted to confirm that, why would he have provoked Atalanta at all?
It was never because he thought she could harm him.
“You… I am not telling you.”
Atalanta panicked.
Her arrow had not even pierced his clothes. Was this man actually a god?
As a hunter, this was her first time having an enemy close in so suddenly. She wanted to retreat, but in her flustered state, her footwork slipped.
Rowe reached out and seized her shadow.
Atalanta did not think.
She simply lunged and bit down.
Her teeth met something harder than iron. A sharp bolt of pain shot through her jaw as a tooth cracked.
The body of the Primordial Child was not something she could bite through.
“Waah.”
The princess of paradise let out a muffled cry of pain.
“Damn it.”
Still holding her by the collar, dangling like a misbehaving kitten, Rowe stepped off the branch and dropped lightly to the forest floor.
Just when Atalanta thought she would be finished off, he casually tossed her away. She hit the ground with a thump, landing directly on her backside. Another involuntary whimper slipped out of her throat.
Humiliating. Completely humiliating.
“I do not want to fight you,” Rowe said, spreading his hands.
You already did.
“I only want to ask you one thing.”
Rowe raised the bow and arrow he had plucked from her hands and let it sway lightly.
“Where did this come from?”
“I am not telling you. Just kill me. Lady Artemis will never forgive you.”
Atalanta glared at him fiercely.
“Then never mind.”
Rowe put the bow and arrow away.
“If you will not talk, I will just hold on to this.”
He turned toward the depths of the forest.
“I am going in to look for someone. I will not do anything else. If you are worried, you can follow me.”
Leaving that behind, Rowe walked farther into the greenery.
Atalanta ground her teeth as she pushed herself back to her feet.
Until today, no matter what monstrous beast she had faced, she had always taken the victory with her archery.
This was the first time she had been so thoroughly overwhelmed.
Frustrated and uneasy, she still trailed after him.
“Your name is Atalanta, right?”
Atalanta did not answer.
“Do you know who I am looking for?”
Silence again.
Rowe ignored her attitude and kept speaking at his own pace.
“I am looking for a very close friend. She has long, emerald green hair, a beautiful and spotless face, always clean, always composed…”
“You are looking for Lady Enkidu?”
Atalanta finally lost her composure.
Rowe smiled.
He had talked this much for exactly this moment.
From their brief exchange, he had already figured out what kind of person she was.
A girl who could not keep anything important bottled up.
“It really is Enkidu.”
Rowe nodded, his thoughts about Enkidu’s time in this land growing clearer.
“At that time, although Lady Artemis adopted me, and a mother bear raised me, it was actually Lady Enkidu who kept me company as I grew up.”
Atalanta’s voice softened as memories surfaced.
“Lady Enkidu was like a mother to me.”
“Are you really Lady Enkidu’s friend?”
Rowe nodded, understanding more and more about what Enkidu had done in Greece.
“Then you should also know someone named Rowe, right?”
Rowe’s first instinct was to answer.
“Lady Enkidu has always been looking for that man.”
Atalanta’s tone sharpened again.
“She said he was her beloved, the one she has been searching for all this time.”
“That sort of man is always the same. He must have abandoned her in the end.”
She snorted, voice full of indignation.
“If I ever find him, I will make sure he learns exactly how powerful my bow and arrows are.”
“…”
Rowe fell silent.
He was not particularly bothered, but…
It seemed wiser to admit the truth after he actually met Enkidu.
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