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

"I don't know. You'll have to sort that out yourself." Damon replied straightforwardly.

The emperor glanced at his daughter, then turned his eyes to Damon. His hands shook as he gradually dropped to his knees next to the bed, placing his forehead on Alzara's still hand.

"…She wasn't destined for such a weak destiny," he murmured. "My daughter came into this world to govern this vast desert. She ought not to be stretched out here in this manner. She was fated to lead tempests and dunes, to reign over this immense desert with pride."

He pressed his forehead against her hand, and the man's whole frame quivered. Damon couldn't spot it, but he felt certain the emperor was genuinely weeping.

For quite a while, the chamber echoed solely with the soft noise of Alzara's light breaths and the far-off murmur of sandswept gusts on the pavilion's roof. Damon observed quietly before choosing to break the tender scene at last. Time pressed on him, so the father and daughter could embrace later once he finished. Moreover, he couldn't heal her instantly. He had to act the role. Thus, he resolved to push forward.

"As moving as this moment is…" Damon remarked softly, a slight grin pulling at his mouth. "Should I begin treating her?" The emperor's head jerked upward.

"I can't guarantee success," Damon went on steadily, his gaze fixing on Alzara again. "But I plan to give it my all. Let's pull her from peril first, and then you can embrace her for as long as you like once I'm finished."

The emperor stood up far too swiftly, as though any pause might ruin the opportunity forever. "Please," he urged. "Do what you need. Take from the treasury if necessary. Take from this empire. I won't meddle. I'll provide all you require. Please. Rescue her in some way."

Damon inclined his head. Peeking into the treasury seemed appealing, yet he wasn't utterly heartless. Perhaps after extracting the toxin, he could allow her a short nap?

"I require privacy with her, and I don't wish for interruptions."

The emperor agreed immediately. "Naturally. Nobody will come in. Nobody will approach this pavilion without your permission."

He retreated, giving his daughter one final prolonged glance before pivoting. At the doorway, he halted, adjusted his garments, and declared over his shoulder without turning. "Anyone who bothers you will face my wrath."

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

Damon lingered a few moments more, to be safe. Only after confirming the emperor's full departure did he exhale gradually and sprawl onto the bed relaxedly.

His eyes wandered to the stunning woman on the bed. It pained him to manipulate her this way, but it simplified his path greatly. Upon arriving, he'd intended to negotiate with the emperor over dissolving rival factions and briefly claiming the throne for several days.

That bargain would prove challenging, and the elder likely would refuse. Yet Alzara's plight now smoothed it all for him.

"First the assassination try, then the poisoning. You're truly unsafe in this place, aren't you? Someone truly despised you," Damon pondered. "Or dreaded you."

He stretched out a finger, allowing a slender strand of blood essence to flow into her form. This granted him a clearer sense of the toxin. His expertise in poisons had advanced daily since before, letting him discern certain details about it.

Though it held little relevance. In the end, the poison's nature didn't signify. All he needed to do was…

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

Though this marked his initial feeding from her, her prior scent differed markedly from the current one. Something had shifted.

"Intriguing." Damon avoided gulping her down wildly. Rather, he drew in deliberate, controlled sips, directing the stream with flawless control. Each swallow separated the corrupted blood, extracting it in tiny, precise portions.

Alzara quivered gently under him, a quiet noise rising from her voice. Her digits flexed, grasping feebly at the linens while hue bloomed across her flesh in gradual, noticeable surges.

"Steady," Damon breathed, laying a palm on her shoulder to calm her. "Stay asleep for now."

He sipped a bit further. Then he ceased. The toxin had vanished, all remnants wiped away, absorbed, and broken down as though never present.

Alzara's breaths grew deeper right away, firm and robust. The eerie calm dissolved, giving way to the serene beat of true slumber. Her mana circulation evened, no more chaotic or worn. Should anyone check her then, they'd deem it a wonder.

Additionally, with some spare moments, Damon employed his mana to unlock several mana pathways within her.

He sat upright contentedly, swiping a drop of blood from his mouth. "Done," he noted casually. "Like new. Almost." He preferred not summoning the emperor immediately. Perhaps after an hour. Thus, he shut his eyes and started linking with his avatars.

Yet prior to beginning, those rosy lips parted faintly. "So nearly dying is what it takes for your focus… had I realized, I'd have tried it much earlier."

Damon grinned. The stubborn girl had roused already. "Rest now." He stroked her softly as her lids lifted. She obviously struggled to focus on him, but persisted regardless. "Blood God…"