Disaster of Pestilence!

As her emotions gradually settled, Helen saw that Samael had little desire to sleep. She stepped into her professional role ahead of time, knitting her brows as she pondered.

"Your Highness, if we execute these Divine Blood Aristocrats who participated in the rebellion tomorrow, we'll probably have to slaughter at least a hundred people..."

"What, you can't bear it? They're all unstable elements. At first, I worried that you and Gogo wouldn't be able to keep them in check and that trouble might break out easily. Now that they've handed me the knife themselves, before I transfer the scepter, I'll pull every thorn off it so you can hold it steady..."

Samael's eyes flickered as he spoke quietly.

"No, Athens rarely executes so many people at once. From what I witnessed during the Iliad War, if Divine Blood seeps into the earth carrying malice and resentment, it may cause some harmful effects. So I suggest gathering their corpses together, having the priests purify them, then cremating them all at once to prevent an epidemic."

Helen waved her hands repeatedly and hurriedly explained.

Only then did the ancient serpent, burdened by his preconceived notions, remember that the most beautiful woman in Greece before him was the High Priestess of the Temple of the Moon Goddess. She was responsible for purifying and blessing Spartan warriors, and she had even accompanied armies into battle. She was absolutely not some fragile woman who froze at the sight of blood.

Divine Blood curses and contamination from corpses?

Thinking of the Mindless Sinners spawned by Angra Mainyu's Divine Blood and malice in that barren land along the Persian and Roman border, this did indeed seem like a problem.

He had never paid much attention to it before, because battlefields ravaged by divine power would remain barren