After everyone had finished speaking, they began clearing the battlefield.
The Sun God Kingdom's temple was, after all, the most powerful divine kingdom on Aio Continent.
Over the past hundred thousand years or so, the wealth it had accumulated naturally went without saying.
This wealth would later be divided among the allied forces.
As for the various other races, they had come to investigate the aura of Gods and Devils, so naturally they would receive no share.
They were also very tactful and would not make such demands.
Thus, the allied forces would remain at the Sun God Kingdom's temple for some time longer.
The chieftains of the various races, meanwhile, began leading their teams away one after another after resting for two days.
Nalant likewise remained in the Holy City of the Sun God Kingdom for the time being to recuperate.
While his subordinates followed the allied forces in searching the Holy City for valuables, Nalant stayed in a spacious bedroom to nurse his injuries.
"My lord, lunch is ready. Are you feeling any better?"
Vivian entered the bedroom carrying a tray of freshly stewed high-grade Magic Beast meat soup.
Her face was full of worry. Especially whenever she saw the faint red glow flickering from her lord's chest, she had been unable to eat or sleep peacefully these past few days.
In truth, it was not only Vivian. The other Daughters of Luck were equally worried about their lord's safety.
"Vivian, don't worry. Your lord is the Child of Luck—how could anything happen to me?"
"Those chieftains of the other races have already returned. Their gods are no weaker than the God of the Sun, so I believe good news will arrive before long!"
While all his subordinates were deeply worried, not a trace of concern could be