Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 579: Straddled

Zach's familiars and Maura could only stare when Zach and Visla returned to the palace.

Visla was straddling Zach, but it couldn't be further from the loving one might see in such a pose. Just as her legs were wrapped over his waist, her fingers were wrapped around his throat.

She was not happy about being left in Haven for that long.

Yanael grabbed Visla by the neck and hoisted her into the air. She could understand her, but that didn't forgive her assault on Zach.

"S-sorry, Visla." Zach coughed and tried to clear his throat as he sat up and leaned against the wall.

Visla struggled in Yanael's grip like a rabid cat, fully in tune with her badger spirit.

"Sorry won't cut it! I need—"

"You can take as much as you want from the vault."

Visla calmed down at once.

"You can't take that back. Everyone here heard it."

"I'm not going to take it back."

"And you're not going to leave me there again?"

"Never."

"Good." Visla nodded and crossed her arms in satisfaction, still held up by Yanael.

Yanael shot Zach a raised eyebrow. He nodded, and she let Visla down.

"What's going on…?" Maura asked, looking between Zach and Visla.

Zach sighed tiredly.

"Visla can do her best to explain. I'm just gonna…" Zach's voice trailed off as he closed his eyes and leaned to the side, sliding along the wall until he lay flat on the floor, passed out.

"Zach?!" Visla exclaimed in shock, fearing she had killed him with her friendly assault.

Maura was also alarmed.

However, to their surprise, Zach's familiars didn't seem surprised. Yanael gently picked Zach up and carried him toward the accommodations prepared by the imperial family.

It had only been a matter of time before Zach collapsed.

He had wrung himself dry in the fight against the Hydra. The state of his body was worse than it was after the fight against Ugor.

But he had been unable to relax. They were in the middle of nowhere. The surviving Children, the Hydra, the traitorous Sesha tribes, or whoever else might attack them now that they were weak and tired after the fight against the Hydra.

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He couldn't allow himself to calm down. He had made do with consecutive light naps, but he never let himself fall into the deep rest that his body needed.

To an outsider, it looked like Zach had rested on the way to the capital. He was just tired since he hadn't slept well. That wasn't wrong.

But his familiars knew that he had barely stayed afloat.

After they entered the capital and the imperial palace, where the odds were close to zero of anyone harming them, they had noticed Zach's vigilance slipping. The lesson about never letting one's guard down that the Academy had etched into the students' minds had yet to fade.

But Zach was so weary that he couldn't uphold that anymore.

His familiars knew it wouldn't be long until he collapsed into a coma-like sleep. Now, that had happened. They stood watch over him while he slept, and the world spun by outside the room.

They didn't only remain by his side at all times. They knew Zach wouldn't want all four of them to waste their time watching his sleeping face. If they insisted, one would be enough, especially within the Imperial Palace.

So, they stayed by his side one at a time while the other three ventured outside.

Alzara visited the guild to impart her wisdom on the alchemists and share in their discoveries. She was talented and a great alchemist, but she was only one person. The other alchemists were also talented and had different ways of thinking. Now that they had started growing and flourishing into proper alchemists, Alzara could learn from them as well.

Soara took trips around the capital and helped ease the suffering of those injured by the war. She looked closer at one of the tragic sides of death. It was something she was used to. She had seen it a lot before creating the Labyrinth of Syst and fleeing the destruction of her world.

But there were always new nuances to be seen in each individual resisting the inevitable with all their might.

At a certain point, she stopped doing it for herself. She was doing it because it felt right to watch over the people hovering at the edge. Some were too late to save. Others, she could nudge back toward the land of the living.

She was a deity who could gain strength from instances of death nearby. The more people died, the stronger she would end up. But there was no rush. The increase from such instances was minimal.

Besides, people would die anyway, sooner or later. There was no rush. If possible, she wanted people to live and flourish. It was what her heart wanted, what Zach would want, and what would lead to a brighter future.

The more radiant a population, the more lives existed, and the more lives that would end.

Mandra experimented with her magic at a safe distance away from the capital.

Yanael had reached a wall that simple training and talent couldn't overcome for her. IT was the wall of absolute strength as represented by the Hydra.

If she trained for a long time, she might eventually overcome such a wall through sheer force. But that wasn't the right path, not for her.

So, she spent a lot of time in deep thought, just letting her mind wander as her steps led her a little everywhere. To the small, deserted parks around the capital, maintained only by the elders who once spent their childhoods at those parks.

She walked around the market, looking at everything being sold and everyone buying or selling. The crowds moved right past her like she didn't exist.

She stood on top of the highest buildings and towers in the city, looking toward the setting or rising sun.

The world was a beautiful place. She understood why Zach wanted to save it, despite the dirt and filth hiding in the corners and creases.

She did not understand her place in it.