SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 708 Good as new

"I have no idea. That is something for you to figure out." Damon bluntly answered.

The emperor glanced at his daughter, then shifted his eyes back to Damon. His hands shook as he gradually knelt by the bedside, pressing his forehead against Alzara's still hand.

"…She was never meant for a fragile fate," he whispered. "My daughter was born to rule this great desert. She shouldn't be lying here like this. She was meant to command storms and sand, to rule this great desert with her head held high."

He pressed his forehead lower onto her hand, and the man's whole frame quaked. Damon couldn't see it, but he felt certain the emperor was truly weeping.

For a prolonged instant, the chamber held only the soft noise of Alzara's faint breaths and the far-off murmur of desert breezes brushing the pavilion's dome. Damon observed quietly before choosing to break the tender scene. Time pressed on him, so he'd allow the father and daughter their embrace later, once his task was complete. Besides, curing her instantly wasn't an option. He had to act the role. Thus, he opted to push forward.

"As touching as this is…" Damon remarked softly, a subtle grin pulling at his mouth. "Shall I get started on healing her?" The emperor's head jerked upward.

"I can't promise you anything," Damon went on steadily, his gaze fixing on Alzara again. "But I intend to try my best. Let's get her out of danger first, and you can hold her as long as you want after I'm done."

The emperor sprang up far too swiftly, as though any pause could snatch the opportunity away forever. "Please," he urged. "Do whatever you must. Use the treasury if you have to. Use this empire. I will not interfere. I will give you everything you need. Please. Save her somehow."

Damon nodded. Peeking into the treasury seemed appealing, but he wasn't utterly heartless. Perhaps after purging the poison, he could simply let her rest a while?

"I need some time alone with her, and I do not want to be disturbed."

The emperor agreed instantly. "Of course. No one will enter. No one will even come near this pavilion unless you allow it."

He retreated, throwing a final reluctant glance at his daughter prior to spinning around. At the doorway, he halted, adjusted his garments, and declared without turning. "If anyone disturbs you, they will answer to me."

The doors glided closed after him, enclosing the pavilion in quiet.

Damon lingered a few moments more, to be safe. Only once assured the emperor had departed for real did he exhale gradually and sprawl onto the bed with ease.

His eyes wandered to the stunning woman reclining on the bed. Regrettably, he had to employ her as a piece in his game this way, yet it would simplify his existence greatly. Upon arriving, his intention had been to negotiate with the emperor over dismantling the rival orders and briefly claiming the throne for several days.

This bargain promised to be challenging, with high odds the elder wouldn't agree. Yet Alzara's plight now smoothed the path immensely for him.

"First the assassination attempt and now the poisoning. You really are not safe here, are you? Someone really hated you," Damon pondered. "Or feared you."

He stretched out a finger, allowing a slender strand of blood essence to seep into her form. At that point, he gained a clearer sense of the toxin. Unlike earlier times, his expertise in such matters advanced daily, enabling him to discern certain details about the poison.

Not that it made a difference. In the end, the poison's nature held no importance. All he needed to do…

Damon bent forward and sank his fangs into the graceful neck. Alzara's form responded on reflex. A soft moan slipped from her lips as her heartbeat raced, blood rushing under Damon's tongue—warm, delectable blood. Far tastier than he recalled.

This marked the initial occasion he drank from her, though her scent previously had clearly differed from the current one. A shift had occurred.

"Interesting." Damon avoided draining her wildly. Rather, he drew in deliberate, controlled sips, directing the stream with flawless accuracy. With each taste, he separated the corrupted blood, extracting it in tiny, minute portions.

Alzara quivered gently under him, a subtle noise rising from her throat. Her fingers jerked, gripping feebly at the bedding while hue crept back into her complexion through gradual, noticeable surges.

"Easy," Damon murmured, placing a palm on her shoulder to calm her. "You're not waking up yet."

He sipped a bit further. Then he ceased. The toxin had vanished, its every remnant wiped away, absorbed, and broken down as though it had never been.

Alzara's breaths grew deeper right away, firm and robust at last. The eerie immobility dissolved, giving way to the serene cadence of true slumber. Her mana circulation evened out, free from its previous chaos and tears. Should anyone check her presently, they'd deem it a wonder.

On top of that, with some moments to spare, Damon channeled his mana to unlock a few mana channels within her body.

He pulled away contentedly, swiping a remnant of blood from his mouth. "There," he noted casually. "Good as new. Mostly." He chose not to summon the emperor immediately. Perhaps in about an hour. Thus, he shut his eyes and prepared to link with his avatars.

Yet prior to beginning, the set of rosy lips parted faintly. "So I have to almost die to get your attention… if I knew it, I would have done it a lot sooner."

Damon grinned. The stubborn girl had roused already. "You should rest." He stroked her softly as her eyes began to open. Evidently, she pushed herself to gaze upon him, regardless. "Blood God…"