Marius was numb——!
Lisita Night is a girl?!
Could she be his descendant?
No, by age alone, it clearly doesn't add up.
Still, many senators and even Marius couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Not seeing that familiar figure brought both disappointment and lingering dread, thank goodness it wasn't, thank goodness it wasn't.
However——
Just as they had begun to relax——
Helena looked behind her and said, "Am I really that scary? Why are these people so afraid of me?"
Even though she was in human form right now, and believed she had inherited her troublesome mother, the Queen of Carthage was an unparalleled beauty.
So, her own face was without a doubt the cutest in the world.
For the world's cutest and most invincible beautiful girl, what's with these people acting like they've seen a female tyrannosaurus?
Having double-checked that she hadn't accidentally entered her dragon form, Helena anxiously asked.
While the majority of Helena's emotions, interests, and passions were focused on battle, the rest, especially a woman's concern for her own looks, was by no means absent.
"No, you're very cute." Night, who was one step behind Helena, spoke honestly.
Even though he was extremely wary of Helena and classified her as a dangerous being.
Even though he deeply felt her terrifying power and saw her as absolute violence, a big red dragon—he couldn't deny that she had a very cute face.
If this were back in the Greek era——
Though he had never seen Pandora or Helen, those hailed as Greece's most beautiful, among the women Night had encountered, Helena was definitely the most beautiful.
He could now somewhat understand why heroes would go mad over a woman.
——Past or future, it's still a face-driven world!
And at this moment, having received Night's affirmation, Helena puffed her cheeks and grumbled, "Eh? If I'm that cute, why do they look at me with such horrified expressions?"
"Unforgivable——Can I kill them all?"
Helena's lips curled into a sweet, dangerous smile as she raised her dainty hand to her face, her words openly laced with killing intent, which instantly flooded the entire hall.
Immediately——
The senators who just now thought she was harmless couldn't even appreciate her beauty before her savage killing intent shook them to the core.
Their entire bodies felt like they'd fallen into an ice cellar.
It felt like a cold snake—or a bug, or a centipede, was crawling up their spine, slowly creeping toward their hearts, even into their brains.
Danger——!
In that instant, their minds were flooded with hallucinations, like their heads were already detached from their bodies.
They saw themselves lying in pieces on the ground, shattered limbs, grotesque faces frozen in terror.
The hallucination stunned and silenced them…
Until a man's voice came from outside the door—Night spoke again:
"Not for now. They're still somewhat useful."
Helena looked at the young man beside her and spoke. "Then can I dig out their eyeballs?"
"After all, eyes that can't appreciate true beauty don't deserve to exist, right?"
The senators: ——!!!
Though their bodies were too frozen to move due to the bone-chilling fear, they could still hear perfectly well.
F*ck——!!
What kind of demon is this?!
If she can't kill them, she'll gouge out their eyeballs?!
Among all the senators, Marius was the first to recover.
After all, he was one of Rome's most powerful men, living in a world where mythology was real.
In his youth, he had personally witnessed some of Night's might.
Forcing himself to calm down, he turned toward the girl.
But the moment he saw Helena's angelically beautiful face, his eyes went blank.
Charm Check——Failed!
Even Night, the first time he met Helena, had lost consciousness for a moment.
It was a natural charm that even seasoned heroes couldn't resist, in mythology or history, Marius had never shown exceptional combat strength, and now he was completely entranced.
Even the killing intent behind Helena's smile didn't seem so scary to him anymore.
And at that moment, Night stepped inside as well.
He grabbed Helena's little red hood and pulled it down to cover half of her bewitching face.
He neither encouraged her madness nor outright rejected it.
This tacit attitude told Helena all she needed to know.
Can't kill, but hurting them a little is okay?
Though a bit troublesome, it's not that big of a problem…!
That's what it meant, right!
But for some reason, Helena suddenly lost interest in hurting this group.
As expected——
Compared to battling someone like Night, bullying a bunch of ordinary people held no fun for her at all.
Seriously——
On this land favored by the Twelve Gods of Rome, in the heart of their glorious city, not a single decent hero left?
Looking at the pale, miserable old geezers before her, Helena's verdict was:
I'm not targeting anyone, but everyone here....is trash.
And just as Helena lost interest in this group, and Night covered her face,
Marius and the other senators finally regained consciousness.
But before they could calm down, they saw Night's face.
That familiar face, barely touched by time.
In that moment, the deeply buried memories in Marius and the older senators suddenly surged back to the surface.
Many senators opened their mouths in horror, letting out silent screams!!!
That look—as if they'd seen a ghost.
Forget the others, even Marius, who once idolized Night, wore a horrified expression the moment he saw him again in the flesh.
Impossible——!!
It's him, it's really him!
Just when they had all convinced themselves that the past era was a fading dream—
This man… returned.
Suddenly——
Countless senators present were struck as if by lightning.
"So… who's in favor, who's opposed?!"
Right then, they all seemed to hear that same arrogant, rampant cold voice once again.
A declaration like judgment from the sun god.
Their PTSD symptoms were about to be triggered—
PTSD, or Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, refers to a psychological condition that occurs when an individual experiences, witnesses, or is confronted with events involving actual or threatened death, serious injury, or threats to one's physical integrity, which results in delayed and persistent mental distress.
Generally, the incidence of PTSD varies, with women being more susceptible than men to this form of trauma.
But right now, nearly all the senators who had lived through that dark era—who in front of ordinary Romans were like Celestial Dragons, were now like bullied little wives and frightened girls before Night…
Their minds were filled with traumatic memories of humiliation and dignity being trampled without mercy!
No——!!!!!!!
At this moment, their eyes were bloodshot, filled with panic, fear, and a trace of anger.
What truly terrified them was the dread that Night might suddenly bring in a group of soldiers from behind and haul them off to the central square!
No, no——!
Damn it, how could this man possibly have returned?!
Countless senators roared in fear within their hearts, their consciousness on the verge of collapse.
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