This Kiss Is Poisonous!
As night deepened, the lights in the council chamber still flickered in the cold wind.
Having diligently resolved his trivial matters ahead of schedule, Nero, accompanied by Brunhilde, returned to his little nest in a daze and fell into a deep sleep.
Since Rome could not withstand another upheaval of royal power, the Valkyrie became the roommate of the Rose Emperor, responsible for Nero's safety by protecting him 24 hours a day.
At this moment, only Samael, who was used to being alone when he was thinking, remained in the empty hall.
Time slips away like sand through fingers, while the rustling sound of pages turning on the desk never ceases.
After quickly browsing through the mountain of documents and jotting down keywords on two parchments, Samael finally managed to piece together the general outline of how this thing circulated.
Based on the incomplete inscriptions and vague records, this item was probably one of the many precious items brought from the city by the earliest Trojans who fled there when City of Troy fell.
It was actually a medium given to the Trojans by Ares, God of War Trojan War, Apollo, God of Light, and Artemis, Moon Goddess, during the Trojan War, to sound the war horn and transmit special signals.
The titles are also simply named according to the divine inscription they belong to, namely [Apollo's Arrow] and [Artemis's Arrow].
However, for some unknown reason, after one of the two arrows was cut off, the result was not satisfactory.
Therefore, this long sword, which was more decorative than practical, and the remaining arrow were sealed in a bronze box and, when the Pantheon was built, were enshrined in the foundation as Holy Relic of Ares, God of War of war.
Later, as time went by, the Trojans became Romans, and the Romans experienced several generations of rise and fall, long ago forgetting about this flashy but impractical thing.
If Samael hadn't visited the Pantheon tonight, resonated with divine will, explored the entire Pantheon, and inadvertently sensed the existence of this thing, it would probably have remained buried under the stone slab, never to see the light of day again.
That's how it is!
Under the lamplight, Samael picked up the parchment containing the records and reviewed its history once more. When his gaze fell upon a particular record of the Trojan War, he suddenly realized something and a smile crept onto his lips.
The thing malfunctioned, and this is how it happened...
The ancient snake shook its head, raised its hand to massage its aching temples for a moment, then leisurely exhaled the stale air from its chest. It picked up the long spear and heavy arrows from the box and walked into the courtyard.
Immediately, Samael raised his hand and threw a snake scale into the Sacred Flame burning in the center of the courtyard, then raised an arrow and dipped the arrowhead into it.
Instantly, the cone tip, engraved with divine runes, absorbed the flames and was violently ignited, like a star that had fallen to earth, illuminating a large area of darkness.
Immediately following were the runes on the arrow shaft, as red as blood, their light pulsating and flashing rhythmically, echoing and resonating with each other.
Samael stepped forward and stood still, his three fingers on the string were pulled together, and he poured in a surge of divine power. With a series of creaking tremolos, the long string was fully drawn, and the symbols on it flickered.
A fierce wind howled in the courtyard, and crimson mist seeped from the surrounding bricks, stones, grass, and trees, gathering and swirling around the ancient serpent. It was as if one could faintly hear the sounds of intense weapons clashing and hysterical roars from within.
"Torchlight in the sky, beacon fires of heroes, dispel the darkness, burning eternally as before... Go, tell them, war has come!"
Samael turned to face the arrows, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured in a divine voice.
When the runes on the long sword and arrow fully resonated, he immediately released his grip. A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air, ripping apart the dark sky like a comet, as swift as lightning.
The ancient serpent gazed intently in the direction the ball of fire had passed, lingering for a long time. As the "comet" in his field of vision gradually dimmed and disappeared, he cast one last meaningful glance and murmured silently.
Hopefully, this stuff really works...
After a moment, Samael casually put the long sword back into the Sorcery Array, turned around and returned to the council hall, sat down at the table, and continued to look through another pile of documents.
However, after a long period of intense labor and a jumble of emotions, the ancient snake inevitably felt a bit tired, and its stomach began to rumble.
Bored, Samael yawned, paused his work for a moment, and sent a message to the kitchen to bring him a late-night snack.
Anyway, the night is still long, and I'll probably be busy tonight, so there's no need to be too hard on myself.
Even so, Samael couldn't help but pick up a document and patiently read through it.
A mere fifteen minutes later, cat-like, silent footsteps entered the hall, the aroma of food mingled with a faint fragrance, wafting into Samael's nostrils.
"Your Majesty, your meal..."
A soft, melodious voice came from behind, Samael unconsciously frowned slightly, looking up at the approaching figure.
The pale purple short hair that caught the eye, and the delicate features that subconsciously avoided eye contact and had a slightly timid expression, made the ancient snake pause for a moment.
"Your Majesty, the food will get cold if you don't eat soon. Would you like me to serve you?"
The girl felt uneasy under the repeated scrutiny, and hurriedly picked up her plate, cautiously offering a reminder.
"OK..."
Samael pondered for a moment, then nodded with interest.
The Purple Haired Girl picked up the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful of fruit porridge, pursed her cherry lips and gently blew on the spoon to cool it down, then awkwardly approached and fed it to Samael.
The ancient snake twitched its nostrils, sniffing the faint fragrance, then glanced at the fruit porridge rippled slightly in the spoon. It wasn't in a hurry to drink it, but instead raised its hand to stroke its chin, curiously observing the cook in front of it.
"A newcomer?"
"Ah? Oh... oh, I was just recently recruited into the palace."
The distracted girl suddenly snapped out of her daze, her hand trembling, spilling half a spoonful of fruit porridge. Her face flushed red as she hurriedly nodded, awkwardly bending down to wipe the few spots that had splashed onto Samael's skin. As a result, she stumbled and fell into the ancient snake's arms, her small face, almost dripping with blood, possessing a kind of clumsy cuteness.
Samael glanced down at the lovely cook with a nonchalant smile, his words punctuated by pauses.
"I'm asking about... the Assassins' Order..."
Upon hearing this, the cook's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with determination. Her hands immediately coiled like snakes, locking onto the target's waist and abdomen, pressing him to the ground. At the same time, using the force of the fall, she pressed her cherry lips tightly against Samael's mouth and teeth. Then, with clumsy skill, she pried open his teeth and delivered saliva.
When the heartbeat subsided and the long kiss ended, the cook's wildly beating chest gradually calmed down. She composed herself, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat up from her target.
Amidst a distorted pattern of light, the purple-haired cook revealed a similar appearance to her previous one, but her brown skin, so different from that of the Romans, made her highly recognizable.
"Your Majesty, please forgive my overstepping my bounds. I offer you this exquisite gift, and so, I beg you, may you die..."
The purple-haired, brown-skinned girl uttered a cruel plea in a gentle voice. As she murmured, she cupped the target's pale face in her hands, a trace of sadness appearing on her pretty face, and patiently tidied the victim's clothes and remains.
"I'm telling you, as an assassin, it's one thing to fail at intelligence gathering, but you can't even finish off an enemy properly. You're a complete failure as an assassin."
Just as the girl gracefully left the crime scene, the previously "dead" figure smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction, slowly stood up, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.
"Also, let me reintroduce myself: I am not some 'His Majesty,' but rather Rome's new... god!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the red and black Aetheric Undercurrents around Samael surged and boiled, like the might of a hellish god impacting all directions. Under the immense pressure, the completely novice assassin's breath caught in his throat, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted, falling heavily to the ground.
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