As frantic as Quaiesse was, he still knew that compared to Helant himself, these so-called "God's Blood" potions were not worth mentioning.
"As long as Sir Helant joins the Slane Theocracy, we can have as many of these potions as we want. As for how he joins..."
Quaiesse thought of Zinedine's plan, and his eyes involuntarily drifted toward Zesshi Zetsumei and Clementine.
Seduction... no, it's about building a good emotional foundation. Clementine's personality is too unstable, so now we can only rely on Zesshi Zetsumei.
Once they are deeply in love and Zesshi Zetsumei fully sides with Helant, then the Theocracy's plan for the Seventh God can steadily advance.
Quaiesse recalled the beautiful blueprint Zinedine had painted for him the night before their departure, and his heart surged with emotion.
To bring humanity back into the embrace of the gods, to recreate and even surpass the era of the Six Great Gods.
Human supremacy.
His gaze suddenly became incredibly fervent, causing Zesshi Zetsumei to feel a prickling sensation on her back. She turned to look at him.
"Why are you looking like that?"
"Uh, I'm worried about Sir Helant." Quaiesse quickly shook his head, his eyes instantly clearing.
"How inexplicable."
Zesshi Zetsumei rolled her beautiful eyes, flicked her black and white twin ponytails, and refocused her attention on Helant in the screen. With concern in her voice, she asked, "Is your reverse summoning magic array set up?"
Quaiesse nodded heavily and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry. If the situation changes, I'll immediately teleport you there."
After returning to the Theocracy, he had contracted seven griffins in a row, all for the purpose of quickly escaping... cough, quickly providing support.
Zesshi Zetsumei did not turn her head. She simply gripped the scythe in her hand, vigilantly watching Bastello's phantom in the sky while also keeping an eye on Helant.
Her mind drifted back to her thoughts from their first meeting last night... this was a man worth marrying.
Thanks to her cheap father, that beastly Elf King, Zesshi Zetsumei had always harbored a certain wariness toward men.
But undeniably, when it came to her view of marriage, she had more or less inherited that beast's idea... her other half had to be powerful.
Only powerful individuals of the opposite sex could produce even more powerful children.
When she first saw Helant's image, she only had a general thought: this was a handsome and powerful person, perhaps the only one worth marrying for her.
And after meeting him in person, Zesshi Zetsumei's thoughts became even more concrete.
Tall and slender, yet not oppressive at all, with a gentle smile always gracing his holy and handsome face, he radiated a reassuring aura from within.
Marriage. I must marry him.
If she had not known Helant was human, Zesshi Zetsumei might have thought he was a Succubus recorded in the illustrated guide left behind by the Six Great Gods.
Thinking of this, Zesshi Zetsumei glanced sideways at the Holy Queen, a hint of hostility flashing in her eyes.
This woman was a love rival.
Meanwhile, Calca was completely unaware of Zesshi's thoughts. Her attention was entirely focused on Helant.
Especially when she saw Helant saving everyone in the city, her cheeks involuntarily flushed.
And when Calca saw Helant taking out potions and distributing them to her citizens, her eyes filled with tenderness, and her heart pounded like a startled deer.
"To take out such precious potions to save people... we truly are like-minded individuals."
However, as a leader, she skillfully suppressed her other thoughts, quickly putting on a serious expression and focusing on Helant.
Even so, the worry in her eyes was still clearly visible.
"Even I wouldn't keep a promise, so how could a demon keep one?" Clementine's fair thighs swung back and forth as she sat on the city wall, the demon's figure reflected in her crimson eyes.
Especially when her gaze fell on Helant, a strong sense of powerlessness flashed through her heart.
It was not that she did not care about Helant. On the contrary, it was precisely because she cared so much that she clearly realized how weak her own power truly was.
Can I really not help at all?
Clementine's stiletto danced between the fingers of her slender hand as she quietly glanced at Zesshi Zetsumei and Quaiesse.
Zesshi Zetsumei went without saying. As the Slane Theocracy's ace, she naturally had the strength to help Helant.
But...
Quaiesse was actually more useful than her.
She turned her head to look at the Holy Queen and noticed the Holy Light power continuously gathering within her body.
According to previous intelligence, Calca did not possess this "light" power at all, and she had repeatedly mentioned the blessing of the Holy Domain God Lord...
Clementine suddenly had a bold idea, and her crimson eyes lit up.
If this is feasible, then I can help him in the future.
"Oh, it seems Lord Helant has successfully saved a city of people."
Bastello suddenly spoke, his respectful tone sounding extremely sarcastic to everyone present.
Like a commentator stirring up the audience, Bastello pointed at the screen in the sky and read aloud.
"Hmm... oh, look, he's about to set off for the next city. Let's wish him a smooth journey."
While setting the rules and casually commenting, he maintained a condescending posture, showing complete contempt for human lives.
This demeanor instinctively disgusted Calca and the others, making them wish they could drag him down from the sky and grind him to dust.
Calca glared at Bastello, then refocused her gaze on Helant, her worry deepening.
The straight-line distance from the first city to the second would take an entire day even on a top-grade magical beast horse. Helant would certainly travel by expending magic power to save time, which would accelerate the depletion of his strength.
Watching Helant's figure as he hurried onward, Calca's heart tightened again and again. If Helant exhausted his magic power saving people and was then ambushed by a demon, she would die of guilt.
Calca tried to slow her breathing to calm herself while silently gathering magic power, ready to support Helant at any moment.
Demons never kept their word.
Didn't the ancient text recording the past of the Holy Domain God Lord also mention the cunning of the Demon Emperor?
Time passed minute by minute, and the midday sun began to tilt.
Helant's figure appeared on the second screen. Beneath him was the second city.
"Forty-five minutes!"
Such speed must have come at a great cost.
Indeed, the sharp-eyed Calca caught a hint of fatigue on Helant's face. She clenched her fists, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms.
There were five screens in the sky, and once Helant's travel footage left the range of a city, they could no longer see him.
I wonder how much Helant has sacrificed...
In fact, it was not just her. Clementine, Zesshi Zetsumei, Quaiesse, and even the guards and residents all noticed this fatigue.
At the same time, they felt recognition, respect, and gratitude toward Helant in their hearts.
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