Trying to Coast by Acting Cute
"Bang!"
In the royal council chamber, Nero, who was happily munching on grapes, was taken aback when he saw the pile of documents, about half a person's height, that Samael had brought and suddenly placed in front of him.
"I've taken care of the more important and crucial government affairs. As for the remaining trivial and miscellaneous matters, you can use them to practice. If you don't understand anything, just contact me."
Samael clapped his hands, glanced at Nero who had been slacking off for a while, and answered without any sign of annoyance.
Snap...
The Tyrant froze, the half-eaten bunch of grapes he was about to put in his mouth fell onto the table, and he stiffly lowered his neck. Seeing the workload of at least several hundred tasks, he swallowed hard, raised his hand to look at Samael, his emerald eyes blinking, full of cuteness and innocence.
"Suddenly I remembered..."
No! You don't want anything!
"You're not going anywhere until this is all sorted out. And afterwards, I'll review everything. Whether you get into bed tonight is up to you."
Samael covered Nero's lips and teeth expressionlessly, his gaze meaningful, a sinister sneer spreading across his face.
"Ouch, my head... my head... my head hurts so much..."
However, after being forced to read just a few lines, the Tyrant turned pale, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he clutched his head, listlessly lying on the ground.
"... A chronic headache?"
"Yeah, it's an old problem. Every time I think about something, I get a terrible headache and can't concentrate. It's awful! I really want to help, but my outstanding talents are always hampered by this ailment!"
"Oh..."
Samael looked at Nero, who was slumped over the table, his body curled up, looking pitiful yet defiant. His Serpent Eyes narrowed, and he looked at Nero with a half-smile, his voice trailing off.
Nero glanced at the object on the table and noticed that a pair of fingers had moved it away, while Nero's mouth smacked even more.
The ancient serpent bent down and picked up the item, then turned to look at the Valkyrie waiting beside it, and spoke in a sinister tone.
"Brunhilde, hang her upside down outside the door, let her get some fresh air and calm her down!"
"Smack!"
Before the Valkyrie could even move forward, Nero, who had just been so desperate, suddenly sprang to her feet, grabbed the pile of items tightly, and hurriedly spoke.
"It's alright, I can overcome this minor problem and immediately throw myself back into my work!"
"Is it okay if you don't force me?"
Samael retorted with a "nuclear kindness," Tyrant shook his head like a rattle drum, his eyes shining brightly, his small face full of righteous indignation.
"Then, Brunhilde, you stay here and watch over our His Majesty the Emperor. If he shows any signs of being absent-minded, drowsy, slumped over, or listless, immediately hang him upside down outside."
I heard from Ao that this method is quite effective and can keep your mind clear at all times.
Just before stepping out the door, the ancient serpent reminded the Valkyrie to "take care of" the patient.
"Yes, sir!"
Brunhilde, sitting below the table, nodded solemnly, her eyes fixed intently on Nero before her.
Seeing this, the Tyrant hurriedly lowered his head and, with a pained expression, began to write furiously on a pile of chores.
Seeing that Nero, who had tried to fool everyone, had been thoroughly subdued, Samael nodded in satisfaction, leisurely walked out of the palace, and headed towards the Pantheon in the thick darkness of the night.
Along the way, the waning crescent moon cast a cold, pale light, casting dappled shadows that stretched out in all directions Palatine Hill, washed clean by divine power several times during the day, were now silent, devoid of birdsong and insect chirps, a strange, deathly stillness pervading the air. Only the rustling of patrolling soldiers' armor and the sound of their footsteps brought a sliver of life.
However, as Samael observed along the way, he noticed that their spirits and demeanor carried a hint of decadence. The once bustling Pantheon now appeared extremely deserted, with only a few priests responsible for its maintenance and guard.
It seems that Romulus's death in battle had an impact on Rome that was not only a loss of military strength, but also a collapse of spiritual beliefs.
The ancient serpent sighed, and as the main gate of the Pantheon came into view, it immediately suppressed its distracting thoughts and stepped inside.
Several priests in white robes, knowing Samael's identity, dared not stop him and respectfully led this special visitor to see various parts of the Pantheon.
More than ten hours have passed since the fierce battle during the day. Although the half-collapsed Pantheon still stands despite the Magecraft repairs, the damage to its divine power and the countless manpower and resources spent on setting up the Sorcery Array are difficult to repair. At present, it is just an empty shell.
Samael walked through the temples of Zeus, Hera, Apollo, and the other ten gods in turn, secretly arousing his divine power in an attempt to resonate with the divine will remaining in the temples.
However, whether it required a specific technique or some other reason, none of the former Olympus gods responded.
However, it makes sense, as the divine kingdoms and fairylands in various mythological systems are not so easy to enter.
In Northern Europe, even he, to travel from Midgard to the Golden Palace, needed to use Runic Glyphs to summon the guardian god Heimdall and open the Rainbow Bridge to connect the two worlds.
Rome is in dire straits right now. Could you please give us some kind of response regarding this urgent matter?
Just as Samael was becoming increasingly frustrated by his fruitless efforts, he finally stepped into the Temple of Ares and sensed a faint divine fluctuation emanating from it.
However, this resonance is extremely weak, and it is easy to miss if you are not careful.
Could it be that even Ares is in such a state?
The ancient snake frowned and immediately followed the scent, searching forward.
However, after searching around, Samael discovered that the resonance did not come from the statue, but from under a stone slab on the ground.
Confused, he casually wiped away the defensive Sorcery Array on it, pried open the barrier, and pulled out a heavy, long bronze box from the dark groove.
Brushing away the layer of dust covering it revealed the lifelike outer relief.
The scene is a vast, turbulent sea. In the sky, Olympian Gods wielding swords, shields, and spears, along with numerous muscular human heroes, are protected by Nymph and drive chariots toward the whirlpool-shaped eye of the sea.
In the battle against them, Herm was a mutated giant, hundreds of meters tall, while the monsters surrounded the core of Herm, a white, ferocious god bearing Star Ring on his back and wielding a seven-colored lightsaber.
Greek catastrophe, the battle of the giants!
Samael's pupils constricted slightly as he patiently tried, finally grasping the Founding Spear in his hand. With the resonance of its divine power, he opened the box, revealing the hidden secrets within, which were slowly exposed to the firelight.
This is...
The ancient serpent picked up a metal longbow and the only remaining thick arrow engraved with intricate divine patterns from the groove at the bottom of the box, slightly taken aback.
Samael examined the arrow for a moment, his gaze falling on the intricate patterns on its shaft. His eyes flickered, and he turned to look at the few white-robed priests behind him.
"Does anyone know the origin of this thing?"
Then, everyone looked at each other, and under the gaze of this deity, they all shook their heads.
Because the Assassins' Order infiltrated the Pantheon and carried out a surprise assassination, many of the older generation who were passing down secrets suffered heavy casualties, and the knowledge was interrupted, resulting in a break in the lineage.
"The Pantheon has records of its initial construction and every subsequent transformation, and the divine runes passed down by various races after their submission are also recorded in the archives!"
Fortunately, a quick-witted young man offered advice to Samael.
"Very well, take them to the archives, collect and organize all the relevant information, and deliver it to the palace council chamber two hours later!"
Samael patted the young man on the shoulder in a friendly manner to show encouragement and approval, then his gaze fell on the bronze box, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"As for this, I'll take it and study it first."
After saying this, the ancient serpent circled around, and finding nothing more, it carried the bronze box back to the Roman palace.