Flexible Moral Boundaries

Inside the side hall lit by flickering Fluorite Lamps, just as Helen had finished clearing up the mess in the room and was rearranging the rumpled bedding on the inner side of the bed, she heard the soft sound of a heavy object settling against a pillow.

The visibly weary and languid Saint King had already leaned against the neat outer side and closed his eyes.

Helen froze slightly. Remembering her earlier improper behavior, she felt uneasy and looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Your Majesty, if I might disturb you, I should go share a room with Gog for the night..."

"You won't disturb me. I slept quite well earlier..."

Samael held down Helen's hand, shook his head slightly in refusal, and answered casually.

Earlier...

Greece's foremost beauty paused as she was about to get out of bed. Looking at the Saint King's sharply defined profile, her eyes shifted as she bent her knees and laid them flat.

"An assassination attempt just happened, and the whole city is searching for those Divine Blood Aristocrats collaborating with foreign powers. They may resort to desperate measures in the latter half of the night. Gog is busy making reports, and after what happened, I no longer trust Mount of the God of War's security. For your safety, we need to stay together until the Great Sacrifice."

Samael spoke with righteous conviction, his words brimming with concern and sincerity.

When faced with temptation, he had his own moral boundaries. Otherwise, they would have been crossed countless times already. If he indulged himself without restraint, he would probably have to cling to walls just to walk.

Helen was slightly stunned. Her face heated up, her cheeks reddened, and she became somewhat flustered.

She had actually misunderstood this Saint King's noble character and flawless morals.

However, just as