You are all my wings...

After all, the only demigod in the human world today is the Pope.

In addition, Astalia has been giving fewer and fewer divine pronouncements in recent years, so many middle-aged and senior officials in the Vatican hope to maintain a superficial peace until they retire.

Unless Astalia herself intervenes, or the acting pope and several important saints and bishops unite with a common goal of gaining complete control of the royal family and thus engage in conflict, the Vatican's approach will remain focused on maintaining stability.

As for the royal family's mindset, they believe that since they are not yet strong enough to suppress the Papacy, they will proceed slowly and gradually infiltrate it.

Therefore, the current situation is that one side is slacking off while the other side wants to develop.

“Elise, you can’t simply equate my desire to save Ophimazo with my desire to marry her.”

Lyon began his highly skilled deceptive tactic of shifting the focus of his arguments:

"If I wanted to marry her, wouldn't I have avoided running away with you in the first place? You don't need to ask that question anymore. If you have other doubts, I can answer them, but I hope you can help me. Elizabeth, will you help me?"

"What else can I say when you ask that?"

Iris kicked the ground somewhat unhappily, then gave Leon a playful pink punch:

"But since you put it that way, I'll help you. After all, you're my...my...leader now! But remember, I'm helping you, and it has nothing to do with the princess! Also, don't you dare get intimate with the princess after you save her!"

"That's definitely not the case!"

Lyon breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that the previous sip had worked.

Without that long, deep kiss, Iris probably wouldn't be so easy to talk to now.

Because when a woman feels intense sweetness, she takes many things lightly and gains a kind of composure befitting a queen.

Once the feeling of love diminishes, they will quickly become suspicious.

Of course, in another extreme case, if there is absolutely no opinion from the other person, then one should suspect that the other person has already stopped loving them.

Having dealt with Iris, Leon quickly went to the sacred mural and awakened Britta.

Judging from the current battle situation between Orpheus and his men, although he still has time, he definitely needs to mobilize reinforcements as soon as possible.

"Bureita, Berelita! Wake up!"

Berylita suddenly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of dark pupils veiled by a faint holy light.

In that instant, she also showed signs of a significant breakthrough, and her aura increased considerably.

People also become more sacred and pure.

For some reason, Lyon felt that Britta's eyes now held a greater degree of indifference than before.

Is it the effect of absorbing too much sacred energy?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he spoke:

"Your Holiness, Her Highness the Princess is currently in an ambush by several powerful sixth-level experts from the Silver Badge Gang, and her life hangs in the balance. I believe our position is that we cannot let her die now. What do you think?"

Brelitta silently gazed at Leon for several seconds, the indifference in her eyes slowly fading, before she spoke:

"Okay, let's go."

Wow, that was so straightforward?

Lyon's prepared remarks suddenly became useless.

Strange, as expected, Berylita would at least ask a question or two.

Could it be that she absorbed too much divine energy and caused some unexpected changes?

Brillita glanced at Lyon and smiled:

"I understand your worries. Don't worry, I'm fine. Don't overthink it. I just felt that this kind of situation was bound to happen sooner or later. I had already anticipated it."

Lyon's heart skipped a beat. Was she referring to the fact that she had discerned this situation when she discussed cooperation with M'shifisu?

If it's true, that's good, it means she's still sharp and doesn't let trivial matters interfere with her judgment.

However, he still felt that there was something strange about Brierita, so he decided to keep a close eye on her and discuss it with her alone after he had dealt with Ophimaso's matter.

Moreover, Macchiato and Iris's favorability ratings have been rising rapidly recently, and Ophie Marceau's has also been soaring these past two days. However, Berylita's favorability rating has been stuck for several days without changing, so it's definitely worth considering whether there's anything interfering.

"It's good that you're alright, Iris. Is your flight magic ready?"

Despite thinking this, Leon didn't say much, after all, saving lives was more important right now.

"Alright, let's go!"

Iris leaped over, grabbed Leon and Britta's hands, flapped her wings of light behind her shoulders, and quickly took flight.

call out!!!!

Although Iris's flight magic is conspicuous and easily detected, and she is not good at short-distance dodging, her movement speed is still excellent, stronger than Leon's pure shadow leap.

Compared to other abilities, Leon's Shadow Leap is naturally better at stealth and quick movement within a small area.

Five kilometers away, it's over in the blink of an eye.

While suspended in mid-air, one could hear that the battle was much quieter than the one Lyon had witnessed last time, indicating that both sides had reached a point of high exhaustion and needed to conserve their magic and stamina.

Looking over, Leon immediately saw Moriarty unleash a high-level magic spell, a giant tornado, tearing towards Ophimaso.

Chapter 229 The medicine is in my breast pocket, take it yourself, I can't move.

Let's go back one hour.

After causing a ruckus, the exhausted Orpheus gradually calmed down.

After calming down, a deep sense of shame followed.

"It's over, I actually did those things."

For Leon's sake, she actually did many things she had never done before.

She not only accepted Leon's suggestion of a daily kiss, but also expressed the meaning of 'I only do it with you'.

And he even became so obsessed that he wanted to kill Berylita and Iris.

She knew rationally that it was impossible to do that.

embarrassment!

"Is it because of that constitution? Damn it!"

Ophimosa found it hard to accept that she, who was always calm and disdainful of matters between men and women, had actually done such absurd things.

But the words have already been spoken, and the matter is settled. What should be done now?

No, her true intentions are not wrong; she just wants Leon to become her husband.

And Lyon is clearly the most suitable husband for her at the moment.

So what if you come from a humble background?

Anyway, she doesn't want to marry outside the family.

Of course, as I said before, Leon was someone who made her very comfortable, someone she didn't need to think about matters of the heart.

She only agreed to kiss him on the lips; as for anything more intimate... let's wait until we're married for a few years and have developed our relationship before taking things slowly.

No, no... What's wrong with me? Don't I usually hate relationships between men and women?

How could I have even considered this?

Damn it!

Ophim Marceau felt like she was going crazy. Was it because she kept cutting off her potential thoughts that caused her to suddenly go berserk?

I've calmed down now, but what am I going to do if I see Leon later?

Does he think I'm the kind of woman who resorts to violence at the slightest disagreement?

What if he stops liking me from now on?

No... This whole thing started because he saw his own body and because of Berylita's interference!

And then there's Iris, who dares to be all lovey-dovey with Leon right in front of me just because she's known him for a long time!

Unforgivable!

Thinking about this, Ophimaso had a headache again. Why did she keep thinking about these things?

Amidst the turmoil in my mind, a massive, king-level magical dragon suddenly roared down from ahead, crushing everything in its path.

She was forced to fight the war while exhausted.

Moreover, that level 6 spellcaster was not only strong, but also used a very cunning fighting style, which gave her a lot of headaches.

If it weren't for Timia and the others arriving to help, she probably would have died in this 41-story dungeon very soon because of this accident.

During the battle, having overused her combat skills, she could only perform simple slashes and was beaten badly, but she managed to hold on for an hour.

Bang! ! ! ! !

Exhausted, Ophima was struck directly in front of her by a mid-level tornado spell, sending her flying backward dozens of meters.

She coughed up blood, clearly indicating severe internal injuries.

Even with her current physical condition and the protective power of the fifth-level riding suit, she was still seriously injured and unable to stand up easily for a while.

Ahead, another intermediate-level tornado was tearing through the air.

Undeterred, Ophima gritted her teeth and prepared to swing her sword to cleave the intermediate tornado in two.

However, when she swung her sword, she realized that she had once again entered the overloaded state she had been in before. Her limbs suddenly lost strength, and she fell to the ground.

Having just recovered from the fatigue accumulated from the previous monster tide, he unleashed an even more frenzied frequency and intensity of combat techniques this time. After another half hour of fighting, his body finally couldn't take it anymore.

Is this it? Am I going to die here today?

suddenly--

Boom!

A fierce burst of light swept past Ophimazo and shot towards Moriarty.

It's Timia!

Despite being intercepted by M'shifisu, she still managed to seize the opportunity to cast a mid-level spell on Moriati, breaking Moriati's mid-level tornado.

They were temporarily saved, but the situation did not fundamentally improve afterward.

Damn it, why was I so hyped up before?

Whoosh!

Not far away, Said, the long spear king who came to help, stepped into a puddle and was suddenly swallowed up by it, unable to get out immediately.

It's Moriarty's trap magic, a mid-level water prison!

Trap magic is a variant of regular magic. It consumes slightly more magic power but can delay its effect, creating a sudden triggering effect. Its main advantage is its unpredictability. Once someone steps on it, the effect is quite astonishing.

Seeing this, Ophie Marceau felt a pang of regret. If she had been able to better control her unnecessary thoughts, her teammates wouldn't have ended up like this with her.

At this moment—

"Your Highness, do you have any more mana restoration potions? I'd like to ask you for a few bottles."

A familiar male voice rang in my ears.

"Lyon?"

Ophim Maso was both surprised and touched by a hint of sweetness.

Hearing Leon's voice here, what does that even mean?

He still chose me after all.

However—

"What are you doing here? You can't defeat your current opponent, and you can't easily escape their pursuit!"

"Your Highness, don't ask anything. Just find a way to recover as quickly as possible, at least to the point where you can unleash a legendary combat technique. Leave the rest to me."

"The medicine is in my breast pocket. Take it yourself. I can't move."

A slight blush crossed Ophie Marceau's face.

Unfortunately, she has now fallen back into the same state of complete weakness in her limbs, unable to move at all.