Afterward, Medea inquired about other specialized professions, such as elemental Magicians, psychic Magicians, and puppeteers, but Ares brushed her off with professions like "Elemental Magic Sword Master," "Mind-Controlling Backstabbing Master," and "Eighteen Bronze Men Puppeteer." After much thought, Medea still chose to become a healing-focused Magician.
No matter how violently Ares portrayed the profession, it could at least heal others.
However, although Medea chose to become a healing Magician, she did not choose the "Raging Support" profession Ares recommended. She felt that as a Magician, it was proper to wield a magic staff. So, Ares recommended she become a "Soothing Monk." Although, theoretically, a Raging Support could also conceal a sword within a magic staff, Ares thought it would be more visually impactful for a beautiful girl to simply discard the staff and rush into close combat bare-handed.
After Medea chose her specialization, Ares immediately began to devise a corresponding training regimen for her. First, he naturally prepared various healing and auxiliary Magic, from beginner to advanced to mastery levels, all of which Ares had to select. Secondly, Ares also prepared a series of physical training courses for the young Medea, as well as various powerful combat techniques, including "Pankration."
Moreover, Ares discovered something: Medea was different from him. As a chief god, Ares was naturally able to understand most divine texts, but Medea could not. And the Magic written by Hecate was mostly recorded in divine texts to maintain its mystery. Therefore, before Medea could learn Magic and sorcery, Ares also had to take on the role of a language teacher, teaching her divine texts.
After Ares finished noting down Medea's future plans on a papyrus, he looked up and found Medea sitting quietly beside him, obediently staring at him.
What a good child.
Ares sighed inwardly. In truth, it was the fault of Olympus that Medea, this lovely princess, would later degenerate into a sorceress who wouldn't even bat an eye at killing her own kin.
When Jason sailed to Medea's kingdom, Colchis, he was met with difficulties by King Aeetes, Medea's father. To help Jason and the Argo Heroes on the ship escape their predicament, the gods simply had Aphrodite bring her annoying son, Eros, and shoot an arrow at Medea while she was looking at Jason.
Thus, the naive sorceress fell hopelessly in love with Jason. This love, forcibly induced by the gods, could be said to be no less than a curse of madness. Medea, caught in the whirlpool of love, forgot everything—her subjects, parents, and siblings. Her eyes saw only Jason, which led her to madly commit a series of evil deeds later, causing such a great tragedy.
With Ares present this time, he certainly wouldn't allow his junior sister to suffer such a tragedy again.
"Alright, without further ado, let's begin." Ares rolled up the scroll on the table and stood up. Just as he was looking for a place to start teaching Medea divine texts, he suddenly heard two soft "gurgles."
Ares turned his head and saw Medea blushing deeply, her head bowed, her hands tightly clenching her dress, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Hungry?"
Ares looked at her for two seconds, then asked.
Medea's gaze shifted. After all, she was a princess, so she still had some modesty. Fortunately, at her age, she was still just a child, and the royal education had not yet deeply ingrained itself in her mind. So, she finally succumbed to her hunger and nodded gently: "Mm."
"Alas, after all, she's just a normal human." Ares shook his head and said, "Don't panic, your senior brother will figure something out for you."
He spoke lightly, but in reality, he had no confidence. In his previous life, Ares had mostly stayed at home, and when he did work, he ate takeout. The only three cooking skills he knew were steaming white rice, making instant noodles, and boiling frozen food. Since coming to this world, Ares had been one of the twelve chief gods of Olympus, wielding immense power, with countless subordinate gods and servants to attend to his daily life.
Furthermore, eating was not a necessary need for gods. Since Ares realized this was the Moon World and started causing trouble, he had basically not eaten anything except for necessary banquets, fearing someone might poison his food. Besides, he wasn't accustomed to much of the food in Greece.
As for the things he had misled Typhon with earlier, those were naturally just for fun. He had never tasted Typhon's cooking, so how would he know if the steak Typhon made according to his made-up recipes was delicious or terrible?
Hecate, on the other hand, was even more engrossed, conducting Magic experiments for several days without rest, let alone eating.
As for asking other nearby deities or Hecate's nymphs, don't forget this is the Underworld. The dead in the Underworld don't need to eat, and the Underworld gods and nymphs naturally don't have the habit of eating either.
Therefore, Ares was stumped by the hungry Medea. As he led Medea out of the Tree Palace, he quietly contacted his teacher, Hecate:
"Teacher, do you know how to cook? Online and quite urgent."
"Cook?" Hecate was probably busy with something. After Ares sent the message, she responded several seconds later: "Cook what? Why do you suddenly want to cook? If you want to eat, go ask your followers for sacrifices. Don't you have many followers, I recall?"
"It's not for me to eat," Ares said. "It's Medea. She's human, unlike us."
"Medea... Oh, that's right, I almost forgot."
Hecate thought for a moment and replied:
"Wait a moment, I'll come back and figure something out for you."
A moment later, as Ares brought Medea to Hecate's Garden, the Moon Goddess also returned. She walked along the path, carrying a piece of steak she had somehow acquired in one hand and a stack of papers in the other, frowning as she read them.
Upon nearing her, Ares saw her expression and quickly asked, "Teacher, do you have a plan?"
"Ahem, rest assured." Seeing Medea's hopeful eyes, Hecate puffed out her chest forcefully, cleared her throat, and then said, "There's nothing my great Goddess Hecate cannot do. Perseus, get the pot and light the fire!"
Ares received the order and immediately used Magic to dig a pit in the ground, then threw a ball of flame into it. He then took out the iron pot from Hecate's Tree Palace, which hadn't been used for who knows how many centuries, cleaned it, and placed it over the fire.
"Hmm, let me see. First, add some olive oil, then wait for the oil to heat up, then throw the meat in to fry..."
Hecate spoke and operated simultaneously. Just as everything was proceeding smoothly and orderly, the sharp-eyed Ares suddenly saw Hecate pour in a can of strange seasoning.
The next moment, flames shot skyward, accompanied by a loud bang. The iron pot was directly blown into the sky by the massive explosion, shattering into dust.