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March 5th

It amazed Miyu that how much things could change in two months.

vwooom. vwooom. VWOOOM. KSH KSH KSH KSH. vwoooooooooom

A few scant months ago, Miyu would've never had thought she would be able to experience the world she was in with her own two eyes.

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It was likely not even her brother had ever experienced some of the stuff she had seen, despite his travels across the globe and age.

Oo-bah. Oo-bah.

It was all more reason to thank her brother for this opportunity.

"So how did you like it?" asked Percy as he and his adopted sister stepped off the cab and back onto the street after going to the theater.

"I found the plot, compelling, and this 'force' is similar to manipulating the Mist to create illusions and alter reality." Miyu turned her head to look up at her adopted brother. "Perhaps the Force was inspired by the supernatural?"

Percy chuckled, "I don't think so. As far as I know, George Lucas is just a regular guy. While it might be true that many famous people in history were demigods, there are yet many who weren't."

Miyu blinked. She was aware of differences between her original world and the one she currently inhabited, and was fascinated by how many figures in history were apparently of supernatural origin. "Like who?"

Percy slowed down his pace and thought for a moment before answering, "I've heard rumors that Steve Jobs was actually a son of Hermes, or maybe a legacy of Athena. It would make sense, given that he was abandoned at an orphanage by his parents. However, Bill Gates is completely mundane. I heard that he is aware of the supernatural - his company's headquarters are in Amazon territory after all, but all tests confirm he has no special lineage whatsoever."

As Percy pressed the doorbell to their apartment, Miyu considered the thought. "I see." After all, there were too many significant human beings at any given moment in time for all of them to be affiliated with the supernatural. Apparently George Washington was a son of Athena, but he wasn't the only founding father, albeit being arguably the most important one. From what she understood, most Roman demigods kept to themselves, only playing a significant role in the affairs of the outside world when it suited them. The same was true for Legacies of both sides. Descendants who were separate from the main camps of the Greco-Roman world who were aware of their divine ancestry apparently cared little about them, kept to themselves, not unlike what Percy had said about his friend Frank.

Percy's mother was never one to keep her children waiting. As usual, she opened the door with only a moment passing since Percy rang the doorbell. "Welcome back," Sally said while smiling that usual smile of hers that made Miyu feel warm in her chest in a way she only ever felt with one other person. "How was the movie?"

"It was really good mom," replied Percy easily. "I really enjoyed it. It was like watching the prequels again." Miyu caught the teen's smirk, while Sally's face darkened for a moment before reverting back to her usual smile. She wondered why the word 'prequel' seemed to be almost a dirty word among the new family.

"Is that so?" asked Sally while allowing the children to enter. "Maybe we should watch them again. As a family. All four of us, and then judge then? Hmmm, Paul won't be back from his conference meeting in Albany for a while, so that might have to wait."

Percy just laughed at his mother's response, but there was no hostility, but rather an indication they were bonding through familial affections.

Miyu had wondered if she had ever been that close to her own family, both biological and adopted. Her brother claimed that her first family loved her, but she had misgivings. After all, she barely remembered anything before meeting him. What wasn't to say her family didn't take advantage of her powers? After all, the bounded field was reportedly to keep the wishes of humanity out, but who wasn't to say the purpose of the bounded field was to keep wishes in? It was a terrifying thought. Wish granting devices in literature such as Arabian Nights and The Monkey's Paw, while showing the virtues of good, all too often also displayed human beings' other nature in the face of power.

And what of her first adoptive family? Though she knew her brother sacrificed much for her, as she would for him, what would her adoptive father do? Miyu didn't exactly understand whatever his goals were, as he died before Miyu could really understand him, but since her capture by the Ainsworths, looking back, there were several moments where she remembered her adoptive father looking at her as if there was something wrong about her.

But what of Jackson-Blofis? They seemingly were the perfect example of an American family. A perfect mother that was a novelist that still helped out at the old candy store. A father who was a high school teacher educating the latest generation. A son who respects his parents and has a clear goal in his future. And now her, the adopted little sister that everyone loved.

Her new family was perfect. So very, very different from her old life.

"Oh," remarked Sally as she led the children into the apartment. "A guest came in for you guys while you are gone by the way."

A guest? Who...

As Miyu and Percy turned the corner, they saw...

"Medea?" said Percy in surprise.

Unlike before, where she wore a dark coat, the Witch of Treachery this time picked lighter colors. She wore a modest white turtleneck with a set of beige colored pants. She still retained some elements of her former royal status in the form of her usual golden earrings and necklaces, but otherwise, in clothing anyway, she looked no different from a regular woman.

Her other features betrayed her clothing choice. Black and indigo clashed there, if not in color then at least in spirit. In her hair, her eyes, in her posture and facial expressions, and even in Miyu's detection of prana there seemed to be two opposing sides in her body, fighting for dominance. Her magical presence hummed in the air, even greater than when they first met at the mansion.

And yet, she was drinking coffee from a blue mug while sitting in the Jackson-Blofis living room on a couch reading the morning's newspaper. It felt surreal to see the witch like that. But then again, as Miyu reflected, all humans were human, no matter how inhuman they were. Even if according to legend they were psychotic woman who was so crazy in love that she committed murder, treason, and fratricide for. Right?

But she knows what I am, a treacherous part of Miyu's mind thought.

Or at the very least Medea knew something about Miyu. Something that made her laugh as if she was mad. Mad enough to not only entrust Miyu with the Caster-class card, but to also convince everyone else to let her keep it. The class cards were likely invaluable artifacts in this world. By the rules of her own world, they would be locked in a vault and studied on. Miyu had no disillusion that similar groups were likely to do the same in this new world.

But how much did Medea know about her? Likely little, and that was the strange thing about the World's Mysteries. They were just replications of existing mysteries. But what of something that approaches Miracles like Miyu? Something that could create new ones that had never existed before? Why, that kind of power would be the dream, a Holy Grail for any magi back in her own world. That likely held true in this world as well. Medea was likely one of the closest beings to a true wielder of True Magic. However, though she was likely one of the most powerful mortals in the world, there will always be a metaphysical barrier blocking her from advancing, a barrier the ancient witch was likely very close to.

But the witch likely knew something. Something that made the witch make irrational decisions to the uninformed. And unfortunately for Miyu, even the littlest inclination about Miyu's true nature might just convince the witch to emulate what the Ainsworth did to her.

Percy's reaction on the other hand was far more direct. Upon laying his eye on the witch, the son of Poseidon immediately drew Riptide and a bronze shield and pushed ahead of Sally, with the shield covering his family behind him in a protective manner. "Mom, Miyu, run."

And like that, Percy charged at the witch, sword poised to slash his enemy in a wide arc.

At that moment, Miyu was reminded of the Percy's almost ridiculous physical ability. It seemed that it only took Percy an eighth of a second to reach Medea. So quickly that he almost seemed like a blur. His slash was a good clean one, one that would bisect the witch from her waist.

Or that would be the case, if an invisible wall didn't repel Percy back to where Sally and Miyu stood right before his strike would've struck home. Percy got up to attempt a second attack, if it wasn't for the firm hand clasped to his shoulder.

It was Sally, who was also holding Miyu's hand.

"Mom?" Percy asked, in confusion, until a thought struck him, and his eyes widened.

Turning back to the witch Percy pointed his sword at the witch, "You did something to her, didn't you, turn her back!"

Medea looked bemused at the teen's outburst, before turning her head...and looking at Sally? "He's impulsive isn't he?"

"He has a good heart," Sally replied, "And I daresay he didn't have a lot of good experiences with magic." Sally said that last bit with a pointed look at Medea.

Medea sighed, "I suppose my aunt never really does leave a great first impression. She was always far too fond of her transformation magics. But then again, she didn't set his home on fire at the very least."

At that moment, Percy let out a confused but still wary, "What's going on?"

"I swear on the River Styx that I will not harm anyone in this building before I leave."

As Medea said those words, thunder boomed, signaling the pact that was just sworn.

"Will you listen to what I say now?" asked Medea, smirking.

Percy, sitting opposite from the witch on the couch gave a stiff nod, though Miyu couldn't help but notice how Percy's right hand couldn't stop twitching, despite the witch's oath. Miyu herself sat next to Percy, trying to not catch the witch's mismatched eyes. Neither of them spoke. Sally, noticing the tension, went to make some cookies for the group.

"Going for the silent treatment, now, are you?" said the witch after a moment's silence.

It was Percy who responded, "Why should we trust you?"

Medea frowned, "Have I ever gave you reason to not trust me?"

Percy glared, "You killed your brother, betrayed your father, murdered your husband's new wife, your children, and attempted to assassinate Theseus. You conspired with Gaia, broke the laws of the dead, and controlled the wind spirits. And you attempted to kill my friends. Those are reasons enough."

"I was under the influence of Aphrodite for the first three, so you can't point all those fingers at me. As for my children, those were slander against me. As again for Theseus, I was attempting to dispose of a fraud trying to usurp the throne, and looking at what Theseus did with it, am I not justified?" said Medea as she defended herself. Then she brought her hand up to her face in a thoughtful gesture, "I did try to kill your friends didn't I? But then again, you're not much better. How many deaths have you caused in your pursuit of prophecies and servitude for the gods? What I did was no different. As for coming to the land of the living, if that's an argument, what about Hazel Levesque? She died decades ago, yet the gods approve. How was that just?"

Percy flinched at Medea's later points, but hardened his face. "No, but we are trying to be. The gods may not be always right, but they can change. We are learning from our mistakes. We are being more inclusive. Things are going to be better now."

Medea looked down, sighing and said, "Typical, Jackson, typical." She tilted her head up, and looked, really looked Jackson in the eye with a gaze of blue and brown. "Do you know what I hate about heroes?"

Percy looked perplex. He shook his head.

"Well," said Medea, "I hate them for being so damn heroic."

She let that hang for a while. It was Miyu who responded, "What do you mean?"

For the first time in the conversation, Medea faced Miyu. Again, Miyu had the distinct impression that she was being read closer than any magazine or book. It felt extremely intrusive, but Medea used no spell, no magecraft. The witch just observed the girl's facial expression, and somehow Medea was able to derive the information she wanted from it.

Finally, Medea spoke, to the both of them, "Tell me, what do you think of Jason? And not the one in this time, but the one back in mine?"

Miyu blinked. "He was son of Aeson, rightful king of Iolcos. His uncle Pelias slew his father, and sent him to retrieve the Golden Fleece if he wanted the throne back. So Jason, with the blessing of Hera, built the Argo, collected heroes willing to aid him on his quest, and set sail for Colchis. At Colchis, the King ordered Jason to do three impossible tasks in exchange for the Fleece. Hera, knowing that Jason will not succeed without aid, conspired with Aphrodite to charm Medea, the Princess of Colchis into loving Jason. With Medea's help, Jason completed all three tasks, and seized the Golden Fleece. He later returns to Iolcus, but gets driven out. Later, he agrees to marry the Princess of Corinth, which Medea and Hera never forgave. After reclaiming the throne of Iolcus for his son Thessalus, Jason dies alone and unhappy from a piece of timber from the rotting Argo."

Medea and Percy both stared at Miyu. Did she do something wrong? Miyu knew at some level that her long monologues drew attention, but it was uncommon for the stares to be uncomfortable.

Percy shrugged, "I was never good with myths, so I only got a gist of it. I never really thought all that hard about Jason anyway."

Medea starred long and hard at Percy, "What I meant is that Heroes, at least in my experience never think about others. They think only of themselves, or more accurately, each other. The rest of the world could go to hell for all they care as long as they get what they wanted."

Percy glared back, "That is not true."

Medea snorted, "You of all heroes have no right to say that. Your existence alone has been the cause of virtually every single problem in the Greco-Roman pantheon since your birth. You automatically assume that your viewpoint is correct and don't consider others. You claim friendship when convenient but don't follow up on your end of the deal. You are selfish, thinking of yourself above others. Isn't that right, Perseus Jackson."

Percy looked as if to retort as Medea spoke, but as the accusations mounted, he paused and sat silent, to Miyu's surprise. Was Miyu's interpretation of Percy incorrect? Percy was nothing but caring the last few months to Miyu though. Miyu opened her mouth to defend Percy, but Percy spoke first.

"You are right." Miyu and Medea were both startled by Percy's response, expecting something different from the demigod. "You are right," said Percy, "I often didn't think very much of the individuals around me. I couldn't have cared less about my father, Camp Half-Blood, or the gods. I was in on it only for myself."

It utterly shocked Miyu, the way he delivered his message. Was Percy always like this? Was the face he showed the world just that, a show?

"But," Percy said, looking Medea in the eye, "I've recognized this and I am trying to change. I know that I am not going to do a good job at this, heck, I am probably going to do a horrible job at it, but I am trying to recognize and assess how my actions will affect others, and guide them to benefit all parties."

Medea stared at Percy, shocked, before laughing. It wasn't a laughter of joy, Miyu noticed, but of one mocking the absurdness of the world, and from Medea's legend, it suited her. "Well," said Medea, "You are much different from what I expected. I'll give you that, Percy."

The witch straightened up in her seat, setting a serious look on her face again. She reached into her pocket and pulled something out. She set it on the table.

Miyu and Percy stared. On the table, there rested a card not dissimilar from the one she kept in Miyu's pocket.

Assassin

Assassin

ASSASSIN

Miyu's mind blurred. When did she retrieve it? Did the card possess someone again? How did she retrieve it?

Percy on the other hand looked only curious. Picking the card up, he flipped it over, examining both sides. "Okay I'll bite, what is it?"

"Well, from our knowledge, these cards are supposed to contain copies of a soul of a powerful human from the distant past and enable a n individual to access that person's power," answered the witch while sipping from her coffee. "But this one is weird," finished Medea after setting her coffee back on the table.

Percy tilted his head, "In what way?"

Medea paused for a moment before answering, "Well, I suppose the best way is just to show you."

Percy was confused. "Use this? What do you mean?"

Medea chuckled, "Why don't you ask Miyu?"

At that statement, Percy turned to look at Miyu, who couldn't quite look at her adoptive brother directly. Should she have told him that she knew about them? How they came with her? She didn't want to though. It was supposed to be a new life for her, but then those cards came along. Slowly, she raised her head to look Percy in the eye.

What awaited her wasn't disappointment, anger, or even distrust. Percy's eyes shone with... Sadness? Understanding? Miyu opened her mouth to say something, anything to break the silence, but was interrupted by Percy bringing up a hand to silence her.

"It's okay," spoke Percy. Miyu blinked in confusion. "You're a good kid, Miyu. I'll trust you in this," said Percy. "Just tell me when you're ready okay?"

Just...just what was Miyu supposed to do with that statement? He wasn't suspicious of her, even though he had every right to? Was there a hidden meaning behind Percy's statement? Was he advocating for her to say it, or telling Miyu that it was okay for her to keep her secrets? Miyu glanced at Percy, who kept a knowing look. She then looked at Medea, who just seemed amused at the entire situation.

Miyu hesitated, before shutting her eyes and pulling out her respective Class Card and placing it next to the card that Medea provided.

The two tarot cards looked very much alike. A medieval looking portrait with a picture of a figure with a word emblazoned under it. Fancy geometric designs, only slight darker or lighter against the card's background, which varied slightly in shades of brown, framed the portraits, but beyond a cosmetic choice, Miyu couldn't identify any clear symbolism to it.

Percy picked up the Caster card and held both tarot cards to his face, examining them up close. "So, how do we use these cards?" Percy asked.

"Put down one of the cards on the table," said Medea, with Percy reciprocating. "Now say 'Class Card,' the word on the card, and then say 'Include.'"

"Class Card Caster Include."

Unlike an install, the effects of an include weren't as dramatic. There was no flash, no sound effects like Miyu seen from TV in the few times she found the time to turn on the television. The card in Percy's hand simply shimmered and grew into a very fancy looking dagger.

It was no ordinary dagger. Anyone who laid their eyes on it could tell. The blade was impractically shaped and dull except on the point, making it utterly impractical for combat. But that was of no consequence. After all, it was a Noble Phantasm, a fact that Miyu identified immediately just from the presence of the weapon, no matter how degraded the presence the dagger had in comparison to Crocea Mors back at Camp Half-Blood.

Miyu wasn't the only one to notice the nature of the dagger. "This is," started a startled Percy, before calming down. "Is this a symbol of power?" the demigod wondered turning the weapon around to examine it.

Symbols of Power. From what Miyu could gather from the brief references the demigods and magicians at the 22nd Nome made, it was essentially a Divine Mystery of great relevance to a Deity in this world. Prominent examples included not only weapons like Poseidon's Trident and Thor's Mjolnir, but also other objects, like Apollo's Sun Chariot and some cases the term is expanded to include objects that Miyu suspected to be Noble Phantasms like Percy's Anaklumos.

"Not quite," Medea corrected. "It seems to be a reproduction of an actual relic from my day."

Miyu let out a short gasp, but Medea ignored the gasp, deigning instead to take another sip of coffee.

Percy only kept examining the dagger, but made sure not to touch the blade. A smart move, thought Miyu. But she had a hunch.

"That...dagger, it belonged to you, didn't it?" asked Miyu.

Medea didn't speak, and neither did Percy who kept his eyes on Medea, but still with no clear connection from the dagger to the witch sitting in front of him. Miyu just kept staring at Medea after her question, daring the witch to answer. It was to that scene that Sally Blofis walked into with a batch of cookies.

"Is everything alright?" asked Sally worriedly as she set down the cookies on the coffee table.

"Yes, everything is alright, Mrs. Blofis," Medea said as she tried one of the blue chocolate chip cookies. As she bit into them, her face into delighted surprise. "I must say, I haven't tasted cookies like these before. Would you mind giving me the recipe?"

Sally laughed, "Chef's secret. If you guys need me for anything, I'll be in the next room."

As Sally Blofis left the room, Medea sighed, "Your mother really is something special. Not just as a mother, but as a person as well." Medea seemed almost wistful when she said that.

Percy cleared his throat, "So did this knife belong to you?"

Medea shrugged, "Well, that's the thing about memories - they fade over time. Especially so if you are a ghost, or spirit, or whatever you would like to call it. Often enough ghosts will latch on to several regrets or accomplishments in their lives and develop somewhat of an obsession toward that subject. It is only after being reincarnated do these spirits' personalities shift back to something resembling their original personalities. A good example is Beryl Grace."

Miyu noticed Percy sitting up somewhat straighter at the name. "Beryl Grace? Thalia and Jason's mother?"

Miyu talked to Jason Grace before at Camp Half-Blood, but this "Thalia" was new to her, besides a few off hand references. A sister perhaps? If so, they never mentioned it.

Medea thought for a brief moment before nodding. "Yes, I believe so. From what I heard, her time in the Fields of Asphodel fading away turned her from whatever she was before into a wraith obsessed with the King of Olympus's wrongdoings against her and her poor treatment of her children." Medea took another cookie from the tray before speaking again, "It's not the best example, but it seemed to be the one that's most relevant."

Percy took a deep breath in and out before responding, "What about your own memories?"

"I remember several daggers similar in shape to the one you hold in your hand. I remember that my family forged them to conduct special rituals. I remember that I used one of the knives to kill my brother under the curse of the gods, and I remember utilizing one to break Heracles out of Hera's induced madness. From these bits and pieces I can only speculate what the knife actually does." Medea sighed, "Just don't touch the blade itself, and you should be fine. But that's not what is important. Try including the other card, but uninclude the Caster card before you do that."

Percy paused, "Um, how do I 'uninclude' this thing," gesturing at the knife in his hands.

"Just say 'uninclude,' and think about the dagger."

"Uninclude," intoned Percy. Sure enough, the dagger he held shimmered once more and formed into the tarot card he held before. Percy set the Caster card down and picked up the card labeled 'Assassin.' "Include Assassin."

Again a tarot card shimmered. The card transformed from a card into a black dagger that Percy now held in his hand.

But unlike the Caster before, something was wrong. Percy frowned as he examined the dagger.

It had an odd shape, one that didn't resemble any of the daggers that Miyu saw any demigod carry around or placed in the armory. A simple blade with a notch in the blade that ended in a hook. The handle was also oddly shaped, curved with a rounded protrusion. It dawned on Miyu that unlike the Imperial Gold dagger that she herself carried, the one Percy held in his hands was made for throwing.

"Alright," said Percy after a minute of looking the dagger over and placing it on the coffee table, "What's so special about this particular knife."

Medea sighed, "It's not what is special about it, but what is ordinary about it."

Percy blinked, "So what?"

It was Miyu who responded. "It's perfectly ordinary, no special properties whatsoever."

Percy glanced at Medea, "Are they supposed to be super special weapons?"

Medea hesitated, the first time she seemed to be unsure of herself during the entire conversation. "Well, they are supposed to be. But this is only the second card. Maybe the card holds some other secret."

"Secret?" pressed Percy.

"It's still all hypothetical," said Medea, "But we believe that there is another way to use these cards."

"There is?" asked Percy. Miyu merely held her breath, already knowing the answer.

"Well it is hypothetical after all. We need more data to support it."

Miyu was apprehensive at that. More data? For a magus, that term could mean any number of things, such as "collecting more 'samples'", or as simple as "conducting more experiments."

Percy also seemed wary. Evidently he didn't appreciate the term either. "What do you mean by that?"

Medea smiled, "The next Class card will appear in exactly one week. However, the location that the card will appear is... complicated, and we would like your help to secure it."

Percy looked at Miyu, seeking some kind of answer. Miyu hesitated, before giving a terse nod.

Percy sighed, "Swear on the River Styx that you will extend your oath to not harm us by two weeks."

"Of course."

Camp Half-Blood

Reyna gazed at the new ship from the Big House's 2nd floor as the Kympoleia that sailed past the beaches of Long Island Sound.

It was enormous.

In comparison, the Argo II was, well not exactly a technological marvel, but was nevertheless astounding. It was roughly 50 percent larger than the typical triremes used by the Greeks at 61 meters long. But although the ship was large, it was designed to carry only a handful of passengers at any given moment. With two large ballista, many crossbows along its sides, as well as a bronze cannon, the Argo II was a powerful weapon.

But not enough.

The weapons of the Argo II were designed to fit on a relatively middle size ship, and so the designers were only able to fit moderately sized weaponry on it. The Argo II did do the jobs that it was designed to do, but in other areas it was sorely lacking.

The weapons on board were capable enough to take on monsters and giants, but sorely incapable of bombardment and against giant monsters without enormous risks. Even the single bronze cannon proved ultimately not as effective Leo hoped. The ship could fly, yes, but in doing so wasted copious amounts of magical energy from its energy source: the Golden Fleece, which put Camp Half-Blood in peril on multiple occasions. The ship could potentially ferry dozens of demigods, but was only ever designed to have at most two dozen passengers.

In other words, the design of the Argo II was simply inefficient for the work put into it. It was ultimately a success, but judged too cost inefficient to produce results the Roman Senate wanted.

Currently, the main threat to both demigod camps were various monster camps that still plagued the Americas, mostly on the coastal regions. Those camps contained monsters numbering in the hundreds and were excellently fortified. Launching an attack that contained anything less than 200 or 300 demigods would result in failure, and even then battles could go either way.

But even then, the demigod camps' main goal was Delphi, the temple of the Oracle. A fortress with hundreds, perhaps thousands of monsters guarding it. Capturing it was imperative to both camps: Prophecies, as useless as they seemed sometimes, often enough were vital to the survival for both camps. And the Kymopoleia was designed to take it.

Almost 3 times longer than the Argo II, it was a testament to the Cyclops' and automatons' construction abilities to construct something of that size so quickly.

And today was the day that the new ship was to go through its sea trials. To celebrate, an enormous fair was held at the Camp. Demigods and their parent, Legacies, nature spirits, and even some monsters were all allowed to attend. It filled the Camp past its intended occupation, and the forest was filled with tents for the overnight stayers. All to celebrate the launching of a ship that symbolized the unity between the two demigod camps.

"Truly impressive, isn't it?" asked Chiron from behind Reyna.

Reyna still couldn't quite get used to the centaur. For her entire life, Reyna pretty much lived without parental guidance or supervision. Sure, there were adults at Circe's Island, but Reyna was still allowed to do whatever she wished as long as she finished her tasks for the day. The discovery that the Greek demigods had a literal parent figure guiding them at all times made Reyna jealous. After all, as much as Lupa was a mother, there were as many ways that the she-wolf goddess wasn't truly a mother figure. Other Roman demigods, or more accurately legacies, typically had family at New Rome teaching and guiding them. Even Jason, who 'officially' joined the Legion at the age of 3, had a parent figure who took care of him before he left to turn his full attention on the 12th Legion. Reyna on the other hand, had to go through Camp Jupiter with only herself, and a few friends from the 2nd Cohort as support.

"I'm still wondering how the Senate and Camp Half-Blood managed to rack up enough funds for this audacious project." replied Reyna.

After all, projects like the 5 ships that the camps planned to build costed money. After all, the resources to build them weren't cheap, the labor force notwithstanding. The Argo II reportedly bankrupt Camp Half-Blood so much that the demigod camp weren't able to afford to build fortifications against the Romans. The Romans in contrast were already in massive debt from the Siege of Mount Othrys, having owed loads of money to the Amazons and King Midas. Fortunately, King Midas was mysteriously assassinated by an unknown party (though it seemed that the elders in New Rome thought otherwise), and New Rome was able to pay off a significant portion of the debt owed with the Imperial Gold relics that came with the weapons that the quest to Alaska brought back.

The thought that in a way New Rome owed Gaia in some way absolutely sickened Reyna, but war was war, and wars have to be paid for.

"Well," Chiron chuckled, "the private investors obviously think that they can make some serious profit by funding the construction of the new warship."

Reyna tilted her head. "How?"

"Monster lairs are famous for containing hoards of treasure and relics. Perhaps the investors hoped they could recover enough relics from the wight barrows in the North Eastern Seaboard and Northern Europe. It is certainly possible. The largest wight barrow discovered by treasure hunters in the House of Life was reported to be ten times as valuable as the tomb of King Tutankhamen, and contained an extravagant amount of scrolls and magical artifacts." Chiron said.

Reyna frowned. That was true, but...

"But that wouldn't be able to realistically pay off all the debt,' interrupted Rachel Elizabeth Dare, "Would it?"

Another source of jealousy in the form of the Oracle of Delphi, but this time it was a sentiment that wasn't only shared by Reyna, but also by New Rome in general. After, besides the occasional mystic or minor Oracle, the Romans essentially had to 'make-do' with old records, trying to match quest to quest, prophecy to prophecy. Often enough, most Roman Praetors and Senate members chose to do away with the traditional prophecy and centurion system, only bring them back to suit their own political agenda like Octavion and his followers when Frank Zhang was chosen to lead the quest to Alaska.

"No it wouldn't," said Chiron, "And that's why most of the investors are hoping to recoup their investments mainly in the expedition to the Mediterranean and perhaps later the Bermuda Triangle."

Rachel brought her hand to her jaw in a thinking posture, "Forgive me for my ignorance, but what could be in the Mediterranean that would be so valuable enough to pay back their investments?"

This time it was Reyna who responded, "Ruins. There are tons of ruins in the Mediterranean. Some of them are Greek, others Roman, and many others as well. The Argo II recovered artifacts from a secret underground workshop and the Athena Parthenos in Rome, a legendary sceptor from Diocletian's Palace, and various valuable spoils of war during their voyage. They also apparently witnessed many other artifacts that they chose to let. There are so many more other treasures to find. Maybe another Athena Parthenos statue in Istanbul or perhaps Venice. The body of Alexander the Great. There are perhaps thousands of relics under Italy or Greece we still have yet to discover. Maybe even an Eagle."

"Ah." For a moment the three stood silent watching the Kymopoleia sail away. "But isn't this a bit much for an expedition for discovery?" asked Rachel.

Chiron shrugged, "We said the same thing about the Argo II, 'Isn't this a bit much for a quest?' Yet even when taking the safest possible routes, the Argo II was almost lost multiple times before reaching Greece. This time we are purposely taking the most dangerous route, so that requires a 'bit more' than last time."

At those words Reyna could only think back to her voyage across the Mare Nostrum with her Pegasus Scipio. Fending off Venti, driving away Stymphalian Birds, escaping from a Nemean Lion, getting attacked by Centaurs, and finally the attack from Gryphons that ultimately doomed her Pegasus, one of the only three companions she had for a long time that she could unconditionally trust. No one else had earned that for Reyna, not Jason, not Percy, not even Hylla. And yet she was forced to grant her faithful steed a quick death rather than one that was slow and painful.

As the Kymopoleia charged away into the ocean blue, Reyna could only say, "I hope it will be enough."

AN: Really sorry about the delay. Junior year is starting, and I needed to focus on my education, not to mention a SAT II test that is coming up soon (eek).

This chapter took a lot of time to get write, since I am having trouble writing Miyu, as this Miyu is not the Miyu from Kaleid due different character interactions and other factors. Also, since this is mainly an in-between chapter, not a lot is happening. Sorry about that.

Anyway, a lot has happened since I last posted. In Fate Grand Order, Epic of Remnant Chapter 3 came out, and I really should get to doing it. Okeanos in NA also came out, and I was much better in finishing that quickly in comparison to the new chapter release in JP. The Halloween event for NA should be starting tomorrow too, though I am not going to try for Tamamoe-no-Mae. Sorry, but I just don't have many Arts based servants to use you to your full effectiveness.

We also got new info on the Assassin Class Card. Apparently it isn't a single servant, but rather a collection of all the Hassans. Each installer seems to get a random permanent Hassan, but to the almost guaranteed disappointment to some of you guys, no, I am not using King Hassan in this story. Too HAX to really incorporate into this fic. Oh, for some added context: the House of Life and the Enclave haven't really discovered if installing the Class Cards are even possible yet, just like how the Clocktower couldn't figure it out either in the Kaleidverse, even when one of the people sent out to find more of the Class Cards (cough cough Tohsaka) really should've figured it out by now (but then again that could be explained away by the universes being different and whatnot).

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