Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Having shifted his target of hatred, Samael cursed inwardly for a moment, then looked around and, confirming that Mount Ares had not made any major moves to capture him, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally eased a little.

Phew, I'm so lucky to be alive...

The ancient snake was overjoyed, but then the buzzing mosquitoes all around him annoyed him, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Forget it, this kind of grove is definitely not a good place to stay for long. We can't go to the main hall or the houses. Let's find a safe place to lay low for a while, and wait until it's light tomorrow so Skadi can calm down before we come back to think of a solution.

Samael made up his mind, got up and shook off the insects and flies around him. Not daring to reveal too much of his presence, he relied on his familiarity with the terrain to walk down the mountain path and quietly head towards a safe house with the highest stability coefficient.

At the same time, several rustling figures gathered in a dimly lit area, gazing resentfully at the side hall that was emitting a faint light.

"We've done what you told us to do, so why is that woman still not making a move!"

With an angry groan, the tall man shrouded in a black robe grabbed the elegant, slender figure beside him, pressed her against the stone wall, and coldly questioned her.

"She actually refused to be awakened? Indeed, as the Lord said, even the most powerful weapon possessing its own consciousness is a flaw. It seems the [Whisper of God] can no longer fulfill its intended purpose..."

Beneath the hood, in the deep, dark interior, came a soft murmur. An elegant figure casually brushed aside the arm that was holding him, completely unconcerned about the man's offense.

"I don't want explanations! She's been protected by those bitches, and our people can't get close like before. Mount Ares is probably already suspicious. What do we do now?!"

"Since we can't get to her, we'll have to change our target. There are two wedges in key positions that we can use in this war."

"You mean you want us to take this risk? Are you crazy?!"

The man suddenly realized what was happening, but his expression changed immediately, and his voice, which had been lowered, suddenly rose several octaves.

"At the end of the world, judgment is imminent. Sinners, if you wish to be forgiven and enter the Kingdom of Heaven, you must make the necessary sacrifices. Or do you think that if you don't do these sacrifices and your past deeds are exposed, your returning holy king will let you off the hook?"

"You're threatening me!"

"This is not a threat, but a response based on facts, offering the lost sheep a final salvation. So, are you willing to sink with this wicked land, or do you want to climb into the abyss?"

As those fair, jade-like fingers, shimmering with light, rested on the man's shoulder, the apocalyptic scene of burning earth, torn sky, and falling stars flashed into his mind once more, leaving behind unparalleled terror.

"I...we can't do it...there are too many Divine Blood Guards..."

The man's body trembled, his head drooped slightly, and his voice was dry and hoarse.

"It is alright. For serving this purpose for the light, our Lord will bestow grace upon you..."

With a graceful gesture, three luminous feathers fell into the man's palm.

The man curled his fingers inward, feeling the surging ether at his fingertips. He let out a long sigh of relief, then his eyes flickered as he tentatively inquired.

"If this matter succeeds..."

"The water and soil of Greece will be in your hands, and the nations will be reborn..."

An elegant figure stretched out his arms in contemplation, his eyes, like jewels, sparkling in the darkness, reflecting a beautiful future in the man's heart.

"That's right! I'm doing this to save Athens, to fight for democracy and freedom in Greece!"

The man muttered to himself, his tone impassioned, a look of excitement on his flushed face.

"Yes, no force can defeat the free will of the people; we are the future!"

"By the goddess above, Athens should not be dragged into the abyss by the tyranny of a tyrant!"

"..."

The men around him echoed his sentiments, each filled with righteous indignation. Then, amidst the fervor of the crowd, the man led his companions into the shadows and headed down the mountain to a certain place.

"How filthy, how sinful..."

The slender, elegant figure turned and looked down at the group of people walking away, muttering to herself.

A single, glistening tear fell into the mud with the wind.

At this moment, inside the side hall, Brunhilde, who was gently patting the back of a brown-skinned baby girl and soothing her to sleep, seemed to sense something. She frowned, flapped her swan wings, and landed on the mountain path with lightning speed.

However, the space before me was vast and quiet, with a gentle mountain breeze blowing.

Chapter 131 How about we make do for the night?

The Sanctuary, the third hub of the zodiac, the Gemini Palace.

Helen picked up the fluorite lamp, walked gracefully alone, raised her hand to touch the antique furnishings around her, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, and a slight smile on her lips.

Queen Geguo, standing before the pillar at the entrance, paused slightly, her mind drifting into thought.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen Princess Helen laugh so genuinely.

Whether fortunately or unfortunately, after the Trojan War, the golden apple that had stirred up countless troubles and brought endless disasters was eventually given to Helen by Mount Ares, thus keeping her forever young.

As Spartan monarchies came and went, familiar faces became fewer and fewer. Polux and Castor, the brother and sister stationed on Mount Ares, were also often separated from their sister due to their busy schedules.

For a woman confined to the Temple of Artemis, a long life might not necessarily be a good thing.

Princess Helen seems to remain stuck in the past, between the hunt for Calydon and the war of the Titans, unable to move forward.

However, since His Majesty Theseus appeared, this elder of the family seems to have been smiling more often in the last two days.

Could it be that the rumor is true?

Back then, the one on Mount Ares and Princess Helen really sparked something special while hunting in Calydon.

This seems to explain why Mount Ares bestowed the golden apple upon Lady Helen...

So, nine times out of ten, the other rumor is also true?

It seems that the goddess Athena dotes on this illegitimate child, even giving him such a valuable gift.

"Geguo? Geguo!"

The sudden shout in her ear startled the Spartan queen, whose heart was burning with gossip, and she looked somewhat guilty at the person she had been gossiping about who appeared in front of her.

"What's wrong, is there something on my face?"

Helen instinctively touched one side of her cheek, asking in surprise.

"Nothing, have you finished reading?"

"Well, they're just some old things, nothing much to see. His Majesty Theseus said that in a few days, my brother and sister might be back. Once the Greco-Persian Wars are over, we'll have plenty of time to catch up."

As she pondered and responded, the most beautiful woman in Greece, whose face seemed to glow, spoke with a relaxed and relieved tone. She then picked up the fluorite lamp, led Gogo out of the main hall's light curtain, and after several twists and turns, headed to the side hall where she was resting.

After the two parted ways, Helen gave a few simple instructions and then went inside. Amidst the rustling sounds of her clothes being removed, she walked towards the bathtub.

"what!"

However, just as King Gogo took the fluorite lamp and reached the corner, a hurried exclamation came from the bedroom behind him.

"Your Highness!"

"There was... there was a bug that almost landed on me, but it's... it's been chased away..."

"or?"

"Don't...don't come in. You should go to sleep early too. We'll be busy with the grand sacrifice before we set off tomorrow. Also...don't tell anyone about this."

Hearing the somewhat awkward instruction, Geguo chuckled and shook her head, then turned and went back to her room to sleep.

Inside the house, Helen, her clothes half-undone, gazed wistfully at the figure amidst the misty steam, her pearly teeth gently biting her rosy lips.

"What are you doing?"

"Ahem, I need to find a place to take refuge..."

Samael awkwardly raised his hand to lightly rub the bridge of his nose, turned his head away, and looked somewhat unfocused.

"So that's what it was for?"

Helen patted her chest gently, murmuring softly, a hint of disappointment inadvertently showing in her eyes.

"Uh, it happened so suddenly, and your visit was a bit unexpected. I didn't have time to inform you, I'm sorry. Let me turn around for a moment. You should put your clothes on first, it's cold, don't catch a cold."

After a moment of silence, Samael glanced at the stunning figure of the most beautiful woman in Greece, shrouded in mist, and gave a dry laugh as a reminder.

“You don’t need to explain to me, and you don’t need to worry about it. After all, all of Greece was born because of you, and even my life was given to me by you.”

Helen lifted the ribbon that had slipped off her shoulder and responded very understandingly. Amidst a soft rustling sound, she tidied herself up, beckoned the visitor to sit down by the bed, and then got up to prepare tea and pastries.

After a long and tiring day, and several interruptions by Nero's high-pitched voices, Samael finally had a cup of hot tea. He stretched his limbs, closed his eyes, and leaned comfortably against the side of the gauze curtain.

After a moment of relaxation, the man's right hand, which was resting on his thigh, tapped rhythmically as he slowly opened his eyes and pondered.

"Do you know what needs to be done tomorrow?"

"Yes, the goddess has already issued a divine decree to me and Geguo."

Helen nodded slightly and got up to fill Samael's teacup.

“This is not an easy task, and it will offend people. You can choose to refuse before dawn, and I will find another way.”

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. In order to save Sparta, and for...you, we will certainly overcome all troubles and maintain the situation in Athens."

Samael was slightly taken aback, and looked up at the most beautiful woman in Greece in front of him. In the lingering mist, their eyes met.

"Greece's situation is such that only you possess the prestige to unite the forces of the various states..."

"Yes, that's true..."

Immediately, their gazes met, and in the somewhat subdued atmosphere, they engaged in a rather dry exchange of questions and answers.

Are you planning to stay here tonight?

"what?"

“I’ll stay with Geguo, you can rest here by yourself.”

"Well, just to be safe, you should stay."

Samael glanced somewhat guiltily at the top of Mount Ares, shook his head quickly, then, regaining his composure, hurriedly added.

"You can use the bed, I'll sleep on the floor. I'll make do for the night, just so as not to disturb the others."

Helen nodded without hesitation, then got up to tidy up the clutter and move the tables and chairs.

However, when she finished cleaning the floor and was about to remove the blanket that Samael had placed under him, she was shocked to find the Holy King leaning against the pillar with his eyes narrowed and his pupils unfocused.

"His Majesty?"

There was no response amidst his steady breathing.

Surprisingly, she fell asleep...

Helen was slightly taken aback, but as she leaned closer to sniff, a faint smell of blood entered her nostrils.

Yes, she's asleep.

According to Lady Scáthach and the goddess, after learning of the crisis in Greece, he gathered his army in Northern Europe and set off, landing on the island of Britain along the way and winning over the Celts. Faced with the crisis of the fall of the god Romulus, he thwarted the encirclement and suppression by the Huns, Persia, and Egypt, saving Rome from collapse. Afterwards, he went to Persia to sow discord among Egypt, the Huns, and Persia, and dismantle the anti-Greek alliance. Immediately afterwards, he crossed the Sea of ​​Chaos without stopping, rushed to the Peloponnese Peninsula, protected her and Gogo, evaded pursuit, and successfully arrived in Athens.

Finally, he relentlessly cleared Mount Ares, consolidated the strength of the Greek city-states, and devised a strategy to send troops to Thermopylae.

Most of them only saw the happy ending after the storm, but during that time, no one knew how much pressure he had endured or how many powerful enemies he had faced.

Only now, stripped of its outward glamour and splendor, did Helen take a closer look and realize what had happened.

It turns out that this holy king, this supreme god of Orpheus, also gets tired, weary, injured, and sometimes unable to hold on any longer...

Helen pursed her cherry lips, her eyes filled with deep pity. Unconsciously, she leaned slightly closer, her fingertips resting on Samael's still furrowed brow in his sleep, gently massaging it, trying to smooth it out.

Gradually, the gentle and comfortable force slightly diluted this feeling of unease.

"A-choo..."

Unbeknownst to her, her slender, white fingertips slid downwards, tracing the handsome contours of the man's face. A tingling, ticklish sensation caused Samael to sneeze lightly.

Startled by the suddenness of the action, Helen hastily withdrew her hand, feeling a pang of guilt for her abruptness.

His Majesty was able to sleep in her room, partly because he was extremely exhausted, and partly because it allowed him to avoid too much pressure.

Right now, it's really not right to bother Lord Theseus because of personal reasons.

Helen felt a little guilty, then composed herself, turned to the side, half-knelt down and crawled into the bed, bent her knees to tidy the blankets, and then gently placed her hands on Samael's back, trying to straighten his half-reclined position so that he could rest more comfortably.

However, the man's body tilted, and his head slid down, landing on Helen's thigh.

The soft touch against her skin and the faint fragrance wafting in her nostrils made Samael curl up like a baby, instinctively placing his hands on Helen's knees, choosing a more comfortable position to fall asleep.

Helen glanced down at the sleeping face in her arms, and as if possessed, she slightly bent her legs together and gently pulled the blanket up, raising her hand to dispel the runes on the fluorite lamp that served as its light source.

Sweet dreams, Your Majesty...

The beautiful figure, sitting quietly against the headboard, softly murmured, as if playing a lullaby in the skull to guide the soul into peaceful slumber.