Borrowing another's power to fulfill his own wishes.
Helpo proved his control over the situation through his actions.
No wonder he had vanished when they were at the temple earlier. Now it seemed that he had long prepared to use the Reckless Goddess, and even Ian, Riddle, and Malfoy—the three outsiders.
Compared to Riddle's cunning,
Helpo's mind was far more vicious. He was not gambling on possibilities; he had precisely calculated every step, deceiving Ian, a goddess, and perhaps even the gods in the heavens.
"You're right. We probably should be running away first." Ian had barely had time to think after hearing the Reckless Goddess's explanation when he noticed countless black threads appearing around him.
They were like silken strands drawn from an unknowable space, writhing around him like loaches, constantly trying to connect themselves to Ian but failing to do so.
However,
although those black threads had not invaded Ian's body, he could still feel a powerful pulling force coming from Helpo's direction, steadily growing stronger.
This was definitely Helpo's power at work.
The third "Angel Position" was trying to influence Ian. Honestly, even if Helpo had been a white-haired little girl instead of hideously ugly, he would not have wanted to become part of someone else.
"Quick, run. Hurry up, before we can't get away." Ian was the sort who knew when to advance and when to retreat. He did not get fired up with some "invincible spirit" whenever he saw a powerful enemy.
He directly grabbed Cassandra by the collar. Before the Reckless Goddess could even react, he climbed up her back and rode on the neck of the lanky, six-foot-tall goddess.
"Are you using me as a mount? What the hell!" Though the Reckless Goddess could not help complaining, she did not move slowly. Dazzling