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"Helant-san, now that you have descended in the form of the Holy Domain God Lord, are you really not going to take the opportunity to develop faith in the Kingdom?"
Momonga knew that the place Helant had chosen to develop faith was the Holy Kingdom.
But this time, the Holy Domain God Lord had manifested in the form of a deity before hundreds of thousands of people.
As long as it was handled properly, this place could directly become one of the sources of Helant's Faith Power.
He did not quite understand why Helant had completely ignored the Kingdom in his faith plan.
"Satoru-san, have you forgotten? Next, the Kingdom will be the stage for the Sorcerer King and Jadalbaoth. The Holy Domain God Lord cannot steal the spotlight."
With Helant's reminder, Momonga remembered at once.
The Holy Domain God Lord had already appeared. The next to reveal himself to the world would be him, the Sorcerer King.
It was just that… who was Jadalbaoth?
That name had not been written in the previous script.
Helant read the confusion on Momonga's skeletal face, waved his hands repeatedly, and explained awkwardly, "It's Demiurge. His identity as a demon makes him perfect for playing a Player who holds a grudge against everyone."
"One Nazarick, producing three factions… Helant-san, you really are something!"
Thinking about how Helant was deliberately muddying the waters just to scheme against the people of this world and the Dragon Race, Momonga could not help but laugh out loud.
You're so reliable, Helant-san!
As expected, you should have been the one to take the position of Guild Master back then!
Helant rubbed his fingers together and swallowed the words he had yet to say.
In truth, including Herox, there were four factions in total.
But when it came to the Dragon Race, he had not yet come into contact with the Platinum Dragon Lord, so he did not dare speak too boldly.
Rather than having Herox serve as Nazarick's top combat power as an NPC, it was better to have Herox infiltrate the enemy ranks as a True Dragonlord.
Only by knowing both oneself and the enemy could one completely play the Dragon Race into ruin.
After all, no one truly knew what trump cards the Dragon Race possessed.
"So, are you planning to head to the Holy Kingdom next?" Momonga asked again.
"Albedo has probably finished most of the arrangements. I'm just waiting for them to come and ask for my support." Helant lazily pulled Mino into his arms, inhaled her fragrance, and said languidly, "Let's go back to Nazarick and wait while we rest."
He buried his head in the crook of Mino's neck. After performing for outsiders for so long, he was already beginning to feel mentally fatigued.
If not for the fact that Mino's embrace was not soft and broad enough, Helant might already have been tempted to fall sound asleep on the spot.
Seeing that his friend seemed somewhat tired, Momonga suppressed the urge to continue the discussion.
There was only one matter he still needed to discuss with Helant in detail.
That was the matter of searching for other guild members. He had hesitated between Demiurge and Albedo for a long time before finally deciding to assign the task to Albedo.
He had also just heard Helant say that Demiurge would appear on the world stage as "Jadalbaoth."
Adding more to Demiurge's workload would make him, a Supreme Being, seem rather heartless.
But if he handed it to Albedo, there was no way to bypass Helant's approval.
Recalling the way Albedo looked at Helant with such fanatical devotion, Momonga shook his head inwardly.
"Forget it. There's no hurry. I'll discuss it with Helant-san after he officially conquers the Holy Kingdom."
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Early the next morning, Quaiesse knocked on Helant's door.
Standing there, he held the Crown of Wisdom in his hand and said to Helant with a smile, "Sir Helant, the Crown of Wisdom is, after all, a treasure of the Theocracy, so I must take it back as soon as possible. I can't stay here for now to gather information on the vampires."
After giving instructions to Clementine and speaking with her the night before, arranging for her to get close to Helant… ehm..
Zinedine had also requested that Quaiesse return to the Theocracy immediately with the Crown of Wisdom.
The reason was that inviting Helant to join the Theocracy right now was somewhat unrealistic. Internal resistance was strong, and the other High Priests would not agree rashly either.
It would be better to wait until they were fully prepared before attempting to invite him again.
As for Quaiesse's departure, Helant could only say that the timing was perfect.
After the Holy Domain God Lord's appearance, there was no longer any need for him to show anything more to the Theocracy.
This caused Helant's impression of Quaiesse to change.
From a reporter with live broadcast value, he had turned into a clingy nuisance.
Just as Helant was about to put on a smile and cheerfully see him off, he saw Quaiesse continue speaking.
"And.. Um… right. Clementine is actually my younger sister. I'd like to ask you to take good care of her…"
"She's your sister?" Helant feigned ignorance and carefully sized Quaiesse up and down, as if only realizing it now. "I knew it! You two really do look alike."
Quaiesse awkwardly scratched his yellow hair and turned to look toward the room where Clementine was resting. "My sister, although her personality isn't very good… she's still…"
When it came to Clementine, Quaiesse could not think of her virtues for a moment.
Helant finished the sentence for him. "Miss Clementine is very cute. She even said she would form an Adventurer party with me to protect me."
Looking at Helant's gentle smile, Quaiesse was momentarily at a loss for words.
Clementine really was full of herself, promising to protect a powerhouse capable of casting Ninth-Tier Magic.
But still, well done!
Quaiesse was thrilled. If Clementine could successfully stay by Helant's side and secure a place in his heart… Then wouldn't the Theocracy's invitation for Helant to join have a much higher chance of success?
Thinking of this, Quaiesse suddenly grabbed Helant's hand warmly and led him toward Clementine's room.
"Sir Helant, I've always been worried about my sister. Only after seeing with my own eyes that she's willing to stay by your side can I leave with peace of mind."
Quaiesse put on a show of caring for his sister and entrusting her to someone he trusted.
Helant immediately noticed the warmth and expectation hidden deep in his eyes and sneered inwardly.
Trying to have Clementine use a honey trap?
But…
Helant pushed open the half-ajar door. The room was empty. A breeze drifted in through the open window, ruffling the curtains as if waving goodbye.
Beneath the window, a letter was pinned to the table by a short cone, rustling softly in the wind.
Clearly, she had run away.
Quaiesse's expression froze instantly.
Wait, wasn't it agreed last night? You were supposed to stay and seduce him. No, I mean, build a good relationship with Helant!
How could you go back on your word again?
Quaiesse ground his teeth in fury. The Theocracy's grand plan had once again been ruined by this bratty girl!
Helant walked straight to the table and took the letter from beneath the short cone.
It read:
-Quaiesse told me to seduce you, but I can't do it!
Although I do like you a little, if liking someone is weighed down by other motives, it's no longer pure. That's all.
I'm going to the Holy Kingdom. I'm leaving the short cones for you as a memento. Return them to me the next time we meet~
—Clementine-
Helant toyed with the short cones in his hand, reading the letter with a hint of amusement.
He truly had not expected someone with Clementine's temperament to write such a letter.
He turned to look at Quaiesse, who had also seen the contents of the letter.
Quaiesse broke out in a cold sweat the moment he read the first line Clementine had left. His expression stiffened, and his eyes were filled with embarrassment.
No! Is "seduction" really something you can just write in a letter?!
He turned his head stiffly, awkwardly pinching the corner of his clothes, his toes curling restlessly inside his shoes. "That… I, I can explain…"
But Helant merely smiled indifferently. "I quite like Clementine. She's frank and straightforward."
Helant understood what the Theocracy was trying to do.
It was nothing more than an attempt to add more weight to their invitation for him to join.
There was no need to mind it, since the Theocracy was also part of his plan.
Seeing that Helant had no intention of blaming him, Quaiesse quickly found an excuse, leapt straight out of the window, and summoned a griffin to carry him into the sky.
"Sir Helant, see you soon!"
His voice faded into the distance, sounding like someone fleeing in panic.
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