Don't Speak, We're on the Same Side!

In Athens, before the Divine Blood Aristocrats, still dreaming in bed, could figure out what was going on, they were dragged out of their beds by heavily armed infantry and divine bloodline guards and taken to the military camp or Mount of Ares for tea. The remaining small fry looked at the long spear formations "guarding" their safety outside the door, each as obedient as a frightened quail.

After a long, dark night, the returning Saint King swiftly and decisively suppressed the rebellion, allowing the Fist of Justice to uproot the withered branches and rotten leaves that had parasitized the prosperous tree of Athens.

As the warm, gentle morning sunlight washes away the lingering darkness of the night, the sky reveals a bright and clear sky after a thorough cleaning. Residents push open their doors and head out onto the main street to begin their busy day.

The changes and power struggles among the upper-class nobles had no impact on the lives of the lower classes. Those who needed to eat still needed to eat, and those who needed to earn money to support their families still needed to earn money to support their families.

Moreover, without the daily roaming and exploitation of these Divine Blood Aristocrats, the city's order was much better, and the bustling atmosphere was even louder than usual.

As for the return of that Saint King, it only provided the Athenians with some fodder for gossip and did not cause much of a stir.

However, the gathering of ships in the port and the preparation of squads of heavily armed infantry made many people sense an uneasy atmosphere.

I'm afraid war is coming.

Just then, a simple little boat, having passed the inspection at the outer edge of the sea, quietly sailed into the Icarus Port under the cover of dawn.

Three passengers were seated at the bow and stern of the boat.

A blonde, green-eyed loli in a red dress and a Valkyrie with light green hair and an indigo-purple dress stood at the front, while a silver-haired, blood-eyed girl holding a golden sheep was at the back. The two were separated by a distance, clearly distinct from each other, and an eerie atmosphere occasionally intertwined and permeated the air.

"Hmph, we've arrived in Athens. This is the territory of the Pan-Hellenic Alliance, which is also indirectly part of my territory!"

As the ship sank to the bottom and docked, a slight rocking sensation was felt. Nero seemed to gain confidence, and with one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Attila the Hun behind him, he widened his emerald eyes, leaned in, and gave a righteous and stern snort.

"Ugh, I'm warning you, Yu Yu, don't even think about causing trouble!"

Attila stood up from the stern with a "whoosh," and the slightly swaying hull caused ripples to spread across the sea.

Valkyrie ever-vigilant Brunhilde instinctively pulled Nero behind her, adopting a defensive stance. The Runic Glyphs hidden on her Swan Dress flickered and shimmered. Her eyes, filled with solemnity and tension, were fixed on the indifferent face of the Xiongnu King, trying to decipher his next move.

After a long while, Attila slid his fingers down, and the atmosphere became stagnant.

"... I'm hungry..."

Brunhilde, who had been tense for half a day, looked in astonishment at the gentle massage of the star-patterned abdomen and the solemn expression on the face of the Xiongnu King, who was full of bitterness and hatred. She almost collapsed because she had used too much force and could not maintain her posture.

Sniff...

Attila closed her eyes, sniffed the air, and found a sweet scent. She then bypassed Brunhilde and Nero, jumped into the harbor, and, like a little dog searching for its way, darted into the crowd.

"Hmm, I'm the favorite of the goddesses Venus and Mars, and I have secret weapons. Do you think I'm afraid of her? Next time, don't stop me from doing my thing!"

Nero snapped out of his daze, his eyes gleaming as he raised his chin and reiterated to Brunhilde, with displeasure, that he must maintain his abundant martial prowess and supreme authority as His Majesty the Emperor.

"As you said, Your Majesty, but my senses are failing me. Let's go after her as soon as possible, lest she cause any trouble."

Although I'm not confident I can defeat her, I will do everything in my power to stop her from doing evil. After all, we brought her to Athens from the sea, and I must take responsibility for it!

Brunhilde bowed slightly, then gently reminded him, her tone firm, as she tied up the small, shabby boat and pulled the short Nero ashore.

This serious demeanor, ironically, made the pretentious Nero somewhat guilty, and he obediently followed behind this gentle yet strong and reassuring Valkyrie.

Immediately, two figures, one tall and one short, weaved through the crowd and followed Attila to a dessert stall.

The silver-haired girl leaned against the window, gazing at the cheese, honey cake, and pancakes sprinkled with raisins and dried sesame seeds in the cupboard. Her throat bobbed, and her mouth kept secreting saliva.

"Food is the key to enlightenment!"

Attila once again expressed her agreement, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the sweet-smelling food, hesitant to take the next step.

"Hmph, it seems you didn't bring any money with you. Thank Rome for its generosity. As the host, I can generously treat you to a feast."

Nero observed from behind for a moment, glancing at the Xiongnu King's revealing attire, and immediately understood the crux of the matter. With a swagger, he stepped forward, patted his chest, proclaimed his favor, and selected an entire basket of sweets, before casually humming to himself.

"Give me the money!"

"Huh? Should I pay the bill?"

"I am the emperor, shouldn't such matters be handled by my attendants?"

"Uh, but this time I was in such a rush, I didn't bring any money..."

Brunhilde coughed lightly, responding awkwardly.

"..."

Nero's smile froze instantly. Under Attila's intense gaze, he turned his head away and casually put down the basket.

"I suddenly remembered that there were still some things on the ship that I hadn't taken."

Stare...

Attila narrowed her eyes slightly, quietly looking at the guy who had boasted about providing meals. Her indifferent blood-red eyes even revealed a rare hint of disdain.

"Tch! What are you looking at! With my status and Rome's wealth, do you really think I would renege on my debts?"

The Tyrant's face tightened, and she excitedly waved her small fists, then glared at the innocent boss with a domineering air.

"Hey, you just wait! Store your chosen items here first, just to borrow the space. I'll give you double the price in no time!"

Then, Nero proudly puffed out her small chest and gestured for Brunhilde to clear the surrounding area slightly.

"Your Majesty, we can't even scrape together double the price, where are we supposed to get two?"

"Of course, it's because of my talent! I'm a Roman genius, a prodigy even Apollo marveled at! In this world, artists don't die in poverty!"

Nero leaped onto the platform, raised his chin, and looked at the pedestrians who had gathered in small groups after hearing the commotion, confidently issuing a declaration.

"See? In the time it takes to sing a song, I can get all the listeners to obediently open their purses and offer tributes! That's the power of art!"

Meanwhile, at Mount of Ares.

Samael, amidst a pile of documents, wrote furiously, tirelessly dealing with the various matters piling up. Outside the window, the rising sun cast its warm rays, and a mountain breeze caressed his face. The tranquility and peace slightly swept away the weariness of this Saint King, even easing his gloomy mood.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"

However, the sudden, high-pitched, shrill cries soared into the sky, startling the returning forest birds into flight. Some even stumbled and crashed headfirst into rocks and tree branches, falling unconscious.

As the pitch rose, even the surrounding defensive Magecraft light screens began to crack.

The demonic sounds assaulted his ears, and Samael's blood boiled instantly. His face turned pale, his brain felt like it was being mashed into mush, and even his arms were shaking.

Click!

As the wailing tone subsided slightly, the ancient snake unconsciously exerted force in its hand, snapping the charcoal pencil in half. Its eyes became bloodshot, veins bulged on its forehead, and it roared madly in its heart.

What the hell is going on?! Is it the Banshee attacking the city, or have the Persians invaded?!