In myth, the Holy King of the Western Human Race now has only a wisp of Divine Soul left and must beseech the aid of others to reconstruct his body, which is akin to a phoenix fallen to the ground, less than a chicken.
But Fran still spoke with sharp eyes and an energetic spirit, coupled with a hint of commanding pride.
The confident way she held her head high and stuck out her chest, as if she had granted Lu Yao a great favor, was both amusing and laughable.
However, this young lady was a hero who resisted Vampires in ancient times, so she's an ally.
And quite fateful at that, having demonstrated "Divine Manifestation" straight away and resolving Lu Yao's urgent problem.
So he smiled and promised, "Don't worry, I will help you reconstruct your body."
Fran let out a long sigh of relief in her heart, her expression softened, showing a look of satisfaction as if teaching a promising child: