Could 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 appeared on her lips.

The Queen, standing before the pillars at the entrance, paused slightly, her mind drifting into contemplation.

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

Whether fortunately or unfortunately, Trojan War, the golden apple that had stirred up countless disputes and brought endless disasters was eventually given to Helen by Mount of Ares, thus granting her eternal youth.

As the Sparta monarchy changed hands from generation to generation, fewer and fewer familiar faces appeared. Pollux and Castor, the siblings stationed on Mount of Ares, were also often separated from their sister due to their busy affairs.

For the woman who had been confined to the Temple of Themis, a long life must have been a good thing.

Helen Helen's life seems to remain stuck between the Calydonian Hunt and the War of the Giants, 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, that Mount of Ares and Princess Helen, while Calydonian Hunt, did they actually spark something special?

This seems to explain why Mount of Ares bestowed that 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 away such a valuable thing.

"Gakari? Gakari!"

Suddenly, a shout reached her ears, igniting the fire of gossip within her chest. The Spartan Queen awoke with a start, looking somewhat guilty at the person who had been arranged to be hers standing before 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 Iliad War are over, we'll have plenty of time to catch up."

As she pondered and responded, her beautiful face seemed to glow. The most beautiful woman in Greece spoke with a relaxed and relieved tone. Then she picked up the Fluorite Lamp, led the singer out of the main hall's light curtain, and after several twists and turns, headed to the side hall's bedroom for rest.

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

"Ah!"

However, as Queen Song took the Fluorite Lamp and reached the corner, a hurried exclamation came from the bedroom behind her.

"Your Highness!"

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

"Or?"

"Don't... don't come in. You should go to sleep early too. There's a Great Sacrifice before we set off tomorrow, and we'll probably be very busy. Also... don't tell anyone about this."

Hearing the somewhat awkward instruction, Ge Kuan chuckled and shook his head, then reluctantly agreed before turning back to his room to rest.

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 here?

"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 sadness inadvertently welling up in her eyes.

"Uh, it happened so suddenly, my visit was a bit unexpected, I didn't have time to inform you, I'm sorry. Let me turn around first, you should put on some clothes 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 from Nero's high-pitched voice, 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 rested his right hand on his thigh, tapping rhythmically with his five fingers, and slowly opened his eyes to ponder.

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

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

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, then looked up at the most beautiful woman in Greece before him. In the misty haze, 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?

"Ah?"

"I'll stay with Gehu, you can rest here on your own."

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

Samael glanced somewhat guiltily at the top of Mount of 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, as she finished cleaning the floor and prepared to remove the blanket that Samael had placed under her, Hern noticed that the Saint King, leaning against the pillar, had his eyes narrowed and his pupils unfocused.

"His Majesty?"

There was no response as he breathed steadily.

Ju Nian is asleep...

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

Yes, she's asleep.

According to Lady Scathach and the goddess, after learning of the Greek crisis, he mustered his army in Northern Europe and set off, landing on the Britain of Britain along the way and winning over the Celts. Faced with the impending doom of Divine Ancestor Romulus, he thwarted the encirclement and suppression by the Huns, Persians, and Egyptians, saving Rome from collapse. Afterward, he went to Persia, sowing discord among Egypt, the Huns, and Persia, and dismantling the anti-Greek alliance. Immediately afterwards, he crossed the Sea of Chaos without stopping, arriving at the Peloponnese Peninsula to protect her and Gothia, evading pursuit, and finally reaching Athens.

Finally, he relentlessly purged Mount of Ares, consolidated the forces of the Greek states, and finalized the strategy of sending troops to Hot Spring Pass.

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 Saint King, this supreme god of Orphic Cult, also gets tired, weary, injured, and sometimes unable to hold on any longer...

Helen's cherry lips were tightly pursed, 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.

"Achoo..."

Unbeknownst to her, the bamboo shoot's fingertips slid downwards, tracing the handsome contours of the man's face, a slight tingling sensation causing Samael to sneeze lightly.

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

The fact that His Majesty could fall asleep in her bedroom suggests that he was either extremely exhausted or that the place relieved him of 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 her body 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 lay him in a half-reclined position so that he could rest more comfortably.

Suddenly, 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 from 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 laid them flat, gently pulled up the blanket, and raised her hand to dispel the runes on the Fluorite Lamp that served as its light source.

Sweet dreams, Your Majesty...

Her graceful figure sat quietly against the headboard, her lips parted to softly murmur, as if playing a lullaby in her skull to guide her soul into a peaceful slumber.

The night was Calamity Jane and still.

Meanwhile, a series of black figures also crept in from the Scattered Star Palace.