Chapter 292 (1/2)

It was a place where a variety of colorful flowers could be seen. It was named the ‘Garden of Clouds’ and was like a playground for the three Hesperides sisters. The garden was close to the golden apple tree, so it was a place for the three sisters to relax where they could take action at any time and any place. It was also a training ground to become stronger.

“Haaap!” There was a short shout and Arethusa’s cloud sword stabbed at Park Muyeol. Park Muyeol was sweating and immediately let out a cry after being attacked by Arethusa.

“Hup!”

Park Muyeol’s white wooden sword and the cloud sword met, making a huge sound. The surrounding trees shook from the clash of tremendous power and petals fluttered from the flowers in the garden. Spring was in full bloom and it was enough to stop the fight occurring here.

“Pant. Let's take a break.” Park Muyeol suggested while dripping sweat and Arethusa had to nod with a dissatisfied expression. She wondered if he was going to run away again. In fact, Park Muyeol had previously ran away secretly, but Arethusa captured him again.

“The break is 10 minutes.”

“Tsk. That is too cruel. Give me another 10 minutes.”

“Aren’t I already going easy on you? If you’re thinking of running away again, then you better forget it. If Hercules’ successor dares...”

“Tsk tsk. The flowers are running out. It is too bad. Aish. Why is the garden like this?”

However, the human called Park Muyeol seemed unwilling to listen to her. Arethusa’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the back of Park Muyeol, who was moving away.

‘You are an unpredictable human. Come to think of it, he also liked flowers...’

As a young man, Hercules often gave her flowers. Of course, she knew it was fake now, but Arethusa had really liked Hercules at the time. She wondered how there could be such a lover in the world.

'By the way, that human likes flowers? There is really nothing about him that I like. I’ll have to push him harder next time.’

It was almost certain that Arethusa was obsessed with Park Muyeol. It was like getting revenge against Hercules who betrayed her. In any case, Park Muyeol was said to be on the old side among humans. Even though he hadn’t lived for 70 years, he screamed at her, saying at a woman as old as his granddaughter was so ill-tempered. For that reason, Arethusa had really pushed Park Muyeol with a killing intent.

‘By the way...’

Even so, why? She had the air like she would kill him, but she seemed to have no intention of killing him. No, it could be mistaken for teaching. The more Park Muyeol fought Arethusa, the more he felt his skill and strength were becoming stronger. It wasn’t an illusion.

‘Um, it is becoming harder to see.’

‘The durability of the wooden sword has started to decline again...’

Park Muyeol saw a small crack on the white wooden sword in his hand. It hadn’t been long since he created it. However, this was also inevitable. He couldn’t blame anyone. The wooden sword he had now couldn’t handle his strength and the durability was decreasing. Sooner or later, this sword would be broken.

“Magic Power Germination.”

Park Muyeol touched the ground and used the magic that Choi Chuntaek had taught him to fix the garden. Aegle and Erytheia were pruning the golden apple tree and their eyes were shining at the sight. There were many branches in their arms.

“Wow! Human with a cloud on your face, you are an elf, not a human!”

The large Aegle stepped closer and pushed her face toward his. The face that suddenly approached was burdensome and Park Muyeol moved back slightly. He knew about elves. It was a high elf called ‘Flora’ who gave Chuntaek the germination magic.

“No, I am a human.”

“Then how can you handle the natural energy?”

Erytheia wondered and Park Muyeol replied bluntly, “I learned it.”

“Learned?”

“Wow—! The cloud human is a friend of the elves? Right? Amazing!”

Erytheia cocked her head with an expression that said ‘Is that so?’ while Aegle misunderstood and clapped her hands.

‘...Think whatever you want.’

Park Muyeol was exhausted from answering and sat down with his back against a tree. In fact, his heart was a mess of confusion despite his desire to rest. It was natural since he had been in a tense confrontation just a moment ago. Just then...

[The stick star, ‘Hercules,’ is interested in the branch that Aegle is holding.]

‘Branch?’

Hercules’ message appeared out of the blue so Park Muyeol shifted his gaze to the branch held by Aegle and Erytheia.

‘This...’

Park Muyeol once again closed his eyes. Earlier, the two sisters said they were going to prune the golden apple tree. If so, that tree branch was a ‘Golden Apple Tree Branch.’ It was the branch of a tree that produced the mythical golden apples. Then what if he made a sword from it?

“Aegle.”

“Why did you call me, Cloudbeard?”

Suddenly, his name became Cloudbeard. In any case, Park Muyeol suggested with eyes shining with greed.

“If you don’t need that, give it to me.”

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