SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 711 Just a small favor

Initially, a wave of delight surged through the elder. His child wasn't sprawled lifeless like a cadaver anymore. She had stirred, breathing, rising by herself. For a fleeting moment, solace enveloped him.

Next, he really observed the situation unfolding, searing the vision deep into his memory.

The girl, mere moments from the grave, now perched atop a vampire while the fellow pawed at her body freely, his lips ravaging her own.

"Father!" Alzara responded quickest, shoving the door closed right in her dad's face. By the time she swung it open once more, she was clad completely, resembling a flawless royal, elegant and composed. "Father, um… I'm doing much better. The Blood God has fully restored me." The ruler gazed at her wordlessly, his thoughts still racing to process it. That earlier sight refused to dim. If possible, it etched even sharper, battling fiercely against the serene, impeccable princess before him. "He restored you, huh?" His eyelids flickered, the reply emerging rigid and contained.

"Yes," Alzara replied without delay. She showed no reluctance or averted eyes. "Totally. I sense it in myself. My form, my mana… all of it feels steady."

The ruler's eyes scanned her once more, more deliberately this time. He detected it as well. The illness had fled. The frailty and the toxin that plagued her endlessly were erased entirely. Then his attention shifted to the wide grin lighting Alzara's features and the relaxed expression on Damon's visage. He glanced back at his offspring and the savior who had rescued her not just once, but two times. The truth shone plainly on their countenances.

"You're truly recovered now?"

"Yes, father." Alzara beamed.

The ruler lingered with that strained expression etched on his features for several more seconds before exhaling wearily, then doing it again.

Moments later…

An opulent banquet stretched across the primary reception chamber of the imperial residence. Gilded lamps glowed brightly, performers settled into position softly, and extended tables brimmed with dishes and drinks. Attendants hurried about, bustling more briskly than normal.

Normally, the vast chamber would bustle with crowds and assorted courtiers, yet this evening merely three occupied the meal section, the ruler at the forefront, Alzara next to him, and Damon opposite.

The ruler grasped his utensil, eyed the spread briefly, then started consuming. His gaze repeatedly returned to Alzara, as though requiring repeated assurance that she truly sat there. Vital. Robust. Grinning.

Alzara devoured her meal with clear delight. "This is incredible," she remarked brightly. "I hadn't noticed my appetite before."

The ruler halted, observing her intently. She appeared radiant, brimming with vitality, far removed from the delicate youth he almost buried. Eventually, he laid down his utensil and faced Damon. "Blood God," he murmured, "I offer my deepest thanks. I am in your debt. You preserved my child. Not merely once, but doubly so. No obligation runs deeper."

"With all my reliable healers and potion masters coming up empty, I summoned experts from nearby realms, including dubious rite performers. I sought out sorceresses, shadow casters, and even a secretive group. I exhausted every option, yet they all proved useless," he went on. "Each claimed their fees, shrugged, and advised bracing for disaster." He released a gradual sigh. "I witnessed my girl wither gradually, helpless against it."

He fixed his stare on Damon. "Yet you mended it like a trivial task."

Damon gave a single nod. "I performed what was possible."

"That surpassed what anyone else accomplished," the ruler declared resolutely. "I recognized you as someone capable of wonders. You demolished three mighty covert sects that dominated these sands for ages, treating them like mere dust piles."

"Those sects instilled dread across eras of leaders. I myself opted to endure them instead of confronting directly." He shook his head. "But you wiped them out in one fell swoop. Seeing you anew, I believed a figure of such feats might rescue my daughter as well."

"Precisely as I anticipated, you delivered yet again. I remain forever beholden to you, Blood God." The ruler hesitated, then added, "Folks claim the Light Faction and Dark Faction are destined foes. That it's the way of the world." He snorted. "I've endured enough years to dismiss that as foolish drivel. Foes arise from deeds, not mere titles."

His eyes fixed firmly on Damon's. "Regardless of others' opinions, starting now, you count as my partner. Not from dread. Not from schemes. But since you preserved my daughter where others failed." He pressed a palm to his heart. "Should trouble find you, this realm will back you. I will back you. This vow binds me by my dignity."

Damon grinned steadily. The fervent address rang well, yet he wasn't one to trust speeches fully. Thus, while the sentiments pleased, he regarded them skeptically.

As he stayed quiet, the royal seemed intent on more. Alzara's gaze gleamed. She set her implements aside softly and inclined nearer, her grin overly pure to believe fully. "So, Father," she cooed endearingly, "I require a tiny boon from you."

The ruler's features jerked. He swiveled to regard his daughter. Decades commanding a domain honed his skill at gauging folks, and now all his senses blared warnings. That grin of his girl's, charming, vivid, and overly keen, matched the one she flashed before demanding something extreme. "…A boon?" he echoed.

"Yes," Alzara affirmed, her charming grin unwavering. "A tiny one indeed."