Flexible Moral Boundaries

Inside the side hall, where the Fluorite Lamp flickered, just as Helen finished tidying up the mess and was rearranging the disheveled bedding on the inside of the bed, a slight creak of a heavy pillow being pressed down could be heard.

The drowsy and weary Saint King had already leaned against the smooth outer side and closed his eyes.

Helen was slightly taken aback, recalling her previous outrageous behavior. Feeling uneasy, she looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Your Majesty, to avoid disturbing you, I'd rather spend the night with Kaguya..."

"Don't bother me, I slept quite well last night..."

Samael pressed down on Helen's fingers, shook his head slightly in refusal, and gave a casual reply.

Before...

The most beautiful woman in Greece paused in her act of getting out of bed, gazing at the angular profile of the Saint King, her eyes sparkling, her knees slightly bent and flat on the floor.

"Having just survived an assassination attempt, we are now conducting a city-wide manhunt for those Divine Blood Aristocrats are colluding with foreign powers. It's hard to guarantee they won't resort to desperate measures later tonight. Ge Kuan is currently busy reporting, and with this incident, I don't trust the defenses of Mount of Ares. For your safety, we need to act together before the Great Sacrifice."

Samael's righteous and stern words, spoken with deep concern and earnestness, resonated from Samael lips.

He has his own moral bottom line when faced with temptation; otherwise, he would have been tempted countless times. If he had indulged himself blindly, he probably would have had to lean against the wall to walk.

Helen was slightly taken aback, her face flushed, and she looked somewhat awkward and embarrassed.

She had completely misunderstood the noble sentiments and flawless morality of this Saint King.

However, just as the most beautiful woman in Greece, feeling ashamed, was about to straighten her posture, she suddenly felt a weight on her knees, and a familiar pillow pressure came from her flat thighs.

Helen looked down at the righteous "moral exemplar" beneath her.

"His Majesty..."

"It's too late, go to sleep..."

"Um..."

A clear and indistinct murmur, echoing through the air.

Helen smiled knowingly, raised her hand to extinguish the Magecraft spell that kept the Fluorite Lamp running, and admired the head, which looked like a marble sculpture, for a long time by the moonlight. Without making any further moves, a happy smile appeared on her lips. Satisfied, she leaned against the headboard, closed her eyes, and entered a sweet dream.

In the darkness, the sliver of light in that half-open vertical pupil also faded as the faint light died out. The slightly tense body relaxed, and consciousness immediately drifted into a soft slumber.

He certainly has a moral bottom line.

It's just that this thing is quite flexible.

The next day, early morning.

Pale golden sunlight streamed through the cracks in the windowpane, illuminating the bed. The blonde beauty, curled up on her side, exuded a captivating allure with her graceful curves and languid demeanor, like a delicate Persian cat.

As the light in the room shifted, the most beautiful woman in Greece slowly awoke. Looking around, she saw the empty bed and Ge Gu, who had sensed her movement, pushed open the door and entered. She was somewhat bewildered.

Where is His Majesty?

"There are many matters to attend to at Mount of Ares, and many require his personal decisions, so I came to inform him. He left before dawn..."

Ge Kuan shrugged and answered helplessly. Helen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed upon hearing this.

When the Spartan Queen saw the drooping face on her blood relative's face, she leaned against the door, tapped her head, and seemed to remember something, casually adding something else.

"Oh, by the way, His Theseus didn't wake you up, saying he wanted you to sleep a little longer."

Helen was taken aback, and when she saw the silk quilt slip off her shoulders, a seductive glow appeared on her face.

However, when Helen's gaze fell upon the hint of mockery on Ge Ku's face, she immediately understood and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, so you just like to tease me!"

"Ai Ai is the name of both of you. Who told you that even though His Theseus is already here, you still made me stand guard at the door in the middle of the night to curry favor with you?"

After humming a light, mischievous tune, Ge Kuan lifted the silk quilt, slipped his fingers into the bedding, and after a moment of searching, found it dry and smooth. He withdrew his hand with a hint of regret, muttering to himself.

"Tch, after all that trouble all night, I really didn't do anything. Wasn't I just guarding the gate for nothing?"

Helen realized what this junior had been investigating, and her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. She raised her hand and slapped the girl on the forehead.

"You talk too much!"

"What's the point of criticizing me now? You can't even seize the opportunity I give you. Besides, it seems like you're happier not sleeping than you are sleeping."

The Spartan Queen's criticism of Yu was somewhat disheartening.

Helen smiled nonchalantly, cupped a handful of warm sunlight in her hand, a hint of satisfaction on her pretty face, and whispered something meaningful.

"That's because if you sleep now, you might only get to sleep once. If you sleep with someone later, it might be for a lifetime."

Ge Ku scratched her head, looking a little lost. She felt like her brain wasn't quite up to par.

In fact, people's pursuit and yearning for beauty is innate and insatiable.

Compared to physical infidelity, which is easier to monitor and control, emotional infidelity is truly difficult to eradicate and prohibit.

Coincidentally, that That King had a rather flexible moral bottom line and was very good at developing different functions in his close friends, teachers and students, rivals, and adopted daughters.

Then let's start by being friends...

Bathed in sunlight, Helen, wearing a laurel Helen, stands by the window, as if draped in a pale golden veil.

It possesses the innocence of a young girl, the allure of a noblewoman, the dignity of a virgin priestess, and the beauty and desire blessed by the god of love...

Although her every move, with her natural beauty, aroused men's desires, she didn't appear vulgar or offensive when you got closer.

In short, this attraction seems to be even greater than before; even women, when watching Ge Qu for a long time, can't help but become somewhat mesmerized.

At the same time, Samael, who was sitting at his desk, suddenly felt a chill and sneezed loudly.

In an instant, the scratching sound of pens moving across the desks in the main hall abruptly stopped, and a series of meaningful gazes lingered on him. The eerie and stagnant atmosphere made Samael's heart skip a beat, his thigh cramp, and he had an urge to run out the door immediately.

"Caught a cold? How about trying my secret ginger tea to warm you up and induce sweating?"

Before anyone knew it, Tamamo no Mae emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of steaming, dark yellow soup. She placed it on the table of the ancient snake, raising the corners of her lips and breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Samael, in the recent research at the Athenian Academy, a Hippocrates -inspired suggestion from the medical department suggests that boiling willow bark in water is quite effective. Would you like to give it a try?"

"If you ask me, you should fight me. Let's get our blood and energy flowing freely. Then no disease or evil can erode a warrior's well-trained body!"

Anna, who was nearby, and Scathach, who was leaning against the door, one proposed Greek medicine and the other advocated martial arts training.

"Lord Samael, I've learned some herbalism from Celtic local Celtic druids. Why don't I give it a try?"

"I know! I know! Honey Wine! If you're cold, drinking more will warm you up and make you feel nice and comfortable! Why don't we have a party!"

Subsequently, Brunhilde's Britain remedies, the Valkyrie Hildr's strategy of warming up with alcohol, and other similar strategies were also launched.

"Cough, don't worry, I'm all better!"

Samael forced a warm smile, patted his chest forcefully, and solemnly assured them.

With the argument over, the main hall fell silent again, broken only by a rhythmic rustling sound.

The gaze, as cold as frozen snow, finally fell with satisfaction, landing on the documents on the table before him, where he frowned as he reviewed them.

Samael, who had previously been the center of attention, now sat alone at his desk again. Looking at the empty table, he wiped away a bead of sweat, then glanced around furtively, rubbing his chin as he fell into deep thought.

Something's not right with them...