A Certain Composite Anime's Divine Right

Roman seemed afraid of Erica. After a glare from her, he obediently stood to the side, awkwardly chuckling while touching the back of his neck.

This guy can't handle strong women.

Roy watched Roman's behavior, lost in thought.

Liliana followed behind Erica. This upright and courageous knight was very polite. Facing Roman, she performed a very formal greeting, which instead made Roman a bit flustered.

"Excuse me, King Solomon! Today, I wonder if I might be fortunate enough to continue listening to your teachings?"

The last to enter was Alice. This White Princess from Europe was the most interested in Solomon. As the former speaker of the Sage Council, coupled with her nosy personality, she always wanted to gain some knowledge she was interested in from Solomon.

Roy glanced at Alice and asked with concern, "...How is your body?"

"Thank you for your concern, 'King.' My body has recovered a little, but I still cannot use the Witch's spiritual power. After a few more days when 'King' has learned knowledge from King Solomon, you can give me an injection and I'll be fine."

Princess Alice's cheeks flushed red, and she winked at Roy with a suggestive look in her eyes.

Erica heard Princess Alice's words, her expression shifted slightly, and she muttered, "...You fox spirit, deceiving 'King'!"

Liliana, standing beside them, also understood the hidden meaning in Princess Alice's words, and her face steamed up like a boiling kettle.

Afterward, the group ate late-night snacks and chatted together. The process mainly involved Princess Alice asking questions and Roman answering them. Many of the questions, in Roy's opinion, were actually Princess Alice seeking knowledge and magic from the King of Mages.

Although Roman complained about his work, he was indeed doing his best to fulfill his promises. He didn't even refuse to answer questions outside of 'work hours.' Roy felt that Roman might just be enjoying the joy of human interaction.

At eleven o'clock at night, the girls all bid farewell and left. Only Roy and Roman remained in the room. Roy was quite depressed. He could have been living a life of nightly revelry and unrestrained bliss with the girls, but now he had to share a room with a man.

But there was nothing he could do. Roman's current identity was a Disobedient God. As a Campione, Roy didn't dare to completely let down his guard. Disobedient Gods could be very terrifying when they went berserk. Therefore, he could only reluctantly share a room with him, and also to keep him under surveillance.

If someone had told Roy in the past that Solomon the Wise was actually useless, Roy would never have believed it. But now, he had no choice but to believe it.

The greatest king in ancient Israel's history was currently sitting at his desk, laughing heartily while holding a computer, occasionally scooping up a spoonful of cake to eat. He treated the strawberries on the cake with extreme care. A bottle of cola sat beside him.

Roman was watching a very popular vtuber. Roy didn't know if he understood anything about these virtual idol livestreams, but the wise king was watching with great enthusiasm, his expressions extremely varied and his immersion profound.

When being cursed at, he would chuckle foolishly. When the streamer was sad, he would cry along. When asked for donations, he shamelessly asked Roy for money, saying that he should manage the reward for his own work.

Although Roy suspected he was being deceived, he couldn't bring himself to refuse the money when he saw Roman's pathetic expression.

"It's quite impressive that this streamer can even trick King Solomon into giving money."

Roy sighed. He now believed Roman's claim that his name came from Japanese, because Roman was watching a Japanese livestream.

Besides eating cake and drinking cola while watching livestreams, Roman's favorite pastime in his free time was reading. He read a wide variety of books, so much so that Roy thought they were all useless knowledge. But Roman still read them with great interest.

He could instantly learn all of this if he activated 'Divine Wisdom,' but he insisted on reading books in a human way. In his words, "Only this way do I feel more like a person."

Roy let this King Solomon, who had gained humanity and was striving to learn how to be human, do as he pleased. As long as he was happy.

"Hey, Roman! I'm a bit sleepy. I'm going to sleep in 327. You can play by yourself."

Roy yawned, saying sleepily.

Solomon's existence, as a Disobedient God, meant that not sleeping for several days was not a problem. Although Roy was a Campione, his essence was still within the human realm. He could stay up for a day or two, but over time, he would get tired. Especially since Roy spent a lot of brainpower studying knowledge every day, he needed to catch up on sleep every night.

"Okay, you go to sleep. Don't worry about me. I'll wake you up tomorrow!"

Roman replied without looking back, continuing to chuckle foolishly at the computer screen, raising a hand behind his back.

Then, he found some headphones and put them on, fearing that the computer's sound would disturb Roy's sleep.

"It's fine even if you turn up the volume. I won't be disturbed by this kind of thing when I sleep. There are a bunch of snacks and drinks in the fridge, you can eat and drink while playing on the computer, it'll feel more immersive."

Roy shared his experience as an otaku with Roman.

He yawned again, said goodnight, and flopped onto the bed without even taking off his clothes.

Taking off his clothes in front of another man felt a bit strange.

The following days passed in a mundane routine. Every day was work and study, every day was filled with laughter and joy, making them almost forget the fate of Campiones and Disobedient Gods.

But the seventh day finally arrived.

Chapter 65: You're Just a Coward

In Jerusalem, Roy and Roman walked slowly through the streets. Today was the seventh day, the Sabbath granted by God.

"This is the Wailing Wall. The Temple you built was the First Temple of the Kingdom of Judah, and this is a section of the Western Wall of the Second Temple, the only remaining remnant of the Second Temple's Western Wall. Judaism has always regarded this wall as its holiest site. For thousands of years, Jews scattered across the world have returned to the holy city of Jerusalem and come before this stone wall to pray in low voices, lamenting their suffering in exile. Hence, it is called the Wailing Wall."

Roy brought Roman to the famous Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. There were many tourists around, as well as Jews who had once been scattered across the world, praying devoutly.

Jerusalem could be called a magical city. In this city, there is the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, where Christianity says Jesus' tomb is located; there is the Dome of the Rock, one of the oldest mosques; and there is the Wailing Wall, the holy site of Judaism. It can be said that this city carries the glory of the entire Abrahamic Pantheon and has been a place of intense struggle for these faiths throughout history.

The glory of God, truly worthy of the name Land of Canaan.

The two wore small paper hats, a custom for locals and tourists visiting the Wailing Wall. Roy did not wish to break this rule.

"This place truly carries human history, it's the foundation of Humanity's Order. The Age of Gods must eventually end, and humanity and gods must be clearly separated."

Although King Solomon had become Roman and gained humanity, this did not mean he had abandoned King Solomon's power and memories. Therefore, when facing the ancient ruins of humanity, he let out even more profound sighs.

He was the 'Agent of the Gods,' the final link between gods and humans. After his death, the Divine Principles gradually faded from this world, and Humanity's Order finally reached its peak.

"But the First Temple you built has been completely swallowed by history. Although I excavated some ruins in Mount Murray, they don't even count as rubble. King Solomon, as the third king of ancient Judah, and the greatest king, yet the literature and records left from King Solomon's era are exceptionally scarce, making people doubt whether this king ever existed. What are your thoughts on this, Roman?"

Roy stood by the Wailing Wall, chatting casually with the wise king, as if he had transcended history and time, bringing ancient divine miracles back to life here.

"As Roman, you might feel a bit regretful, those were truly precious cultural relics and the inheritance of the connection between gods and humans; but as King Solomon, that was a mission he had to complete. In that era, there were too many things related to gods, but these were not what humanity needed. King Solomon would actively destroy them, preventing them from being passed down."

Roman smiled with innocent purity, scratching the back of his head, his eyes squinting slightly in embarrassment, smiling shyly like a boy next door.

Roy mused, "…So, in his later years, King Solomon sacrificed to many gods because he was actually trying to eliminate as much as possible of what was left from the Age of Gods, so it wouldn't affect the arrival of the human era? Perhaps Qin Shi Huang was also burning away the remnants of the Age of Gods, ushering in humanity's order to replace the divine order."

Therefore, although King Solomon established the most prosperous dynasty in Israel, he left behind very few documents and relics. This is impossible to fathom, and the reason is that King Solomon himself actively destroyed them, reducing the traces of his existence. His existence was the last connection between humans and gods, the last legacy left by the gods, and it was also what he had to destroy.

At this moment, Roy suddenly had an epiphany. Perhaps King Solomon's ultimate goal was to completely disappear himself, leaving not a single trace behind.

Before the Wailing Wall, some people faced the wall, lamenting sorrowfully; some bowed deeply in prayer; some held The Bible, praying silently; some kissed the Wailing Wall; and even more stuffed white slips of paper into the cracks of the wall.

Seeing the slips of paper, Roman curiously asked, "...What are they doing?"

"The believers here believe that as long as they write their heartfelt thoughts on a slip of paper and then stuff it into the Wailing Wall, it's like writing a letter to God, and God will surely receive it."

Roy explained to him.

Roman became interested. He borrowed paper and a pen, wrote something in ancient Hebrew, then carefully and devoutly folded it and stuffed it into a crack.

After he finished, he showed a joyful smile, "...This way, the Lord will know what I want to say to Him, right?"

"What did you write inside?"

Roy asked with interest.

"It's a secret!"

This time, Roman, uncharacteristically, did not answer Roy's question.

Seeing this, Roy just chuckled. He had no intention of prying into Roman's secret. If he did, Roman would probably get angry.

Although, even if Roman got angry, he would smile and forgive you if you offered him a strawberry cake.

In front of the Wailing Wall, there was sorrow, but also joy and happiness. Jewish boys' coming-of-age ceremonies were held before the Wailing Wall with their families accompanying them. Everyone joyfully blessed the boy, wishing him a happy birthday as he became an adult. The ancient King Solomon also offered his blessings to the descendants of his people.

The two left the Wailing Wall and walked through the ancient, weathered city.

"I was wary and suspicious of you before. Although you acted harmless in the past few days, I could feel that you hadn't truly opened your heart. Your interactions with people remained superficial, and you didn't truly connect with them."

Roy wasn't wearing his cardinal robe today because it was too conspicuous. Today, he didn't want to be too noticeable.

He simply walked with his right hand in his pocket, chatting casually with Roman, not at all like the final resting place for a Campione and a Disobedient God.

"…But in the last two days, I could feel you've completely opened up and truly integrated."

Hearing Roy's words, Roman chuckled twice, scratching the back of his head and saying sheepishly, "...Actually, I was scared. I was afraid of seeing sad things. I thought if I got too close to you, and we had to part ways after seven days, it would terrify me, so I kept avoiding it... But in the end, I realized that people should communicate with each other honestly, heart to heart. If you don't do that, you'll never understand human emotions."

"...Humans are truly great. Knowing it's such a sad and painful thing, yet they still do it through tears. But I feel very lucky, very happy, because I am finally a person."

Roman said gratefully.

After a pause, he hesitated again, his face showing fear and withdrawal, "...Even though seven days ago, as King Solomon, I had already decided to depart on this day, now that I've become human, I'm afraid. I don't want to die. Do you think I'm a coward?"

"Yes, you are a coward, but there's no need for guilt or self-blame, because the fear of death is human nature! So, little coward, do you want to check out that dessert shop over there? I'll treat you to your last piece of cake?"

Roy smiled and pointed to a dessert shop with a considerable flow of people ahead. "...Though I guess the desserts there won't compare to those in the hotel; they're just small roadside shops after all."

"It's okay, as long as it's strawberry cake, I like it. I'm not picky."

Roman said with a bright smile. At this moment, he finally made up his mind.

This is very sad, very terrifying, but he had to do it.

Because, Disobedient Gods are disasters, destroyers of humanity's order...

Chapter Sixty-Six: The Time of Farewell Has Arrived

"This moment has finally arrived. Dreams must eventually end, but after waking up, you forget the dream's content. It's rather sad."

As the sun set, Roy and Roman stood side-by-side on a hilltop outside the city of Jerusalem, gazing at the ancient city below.

Roman's voice was tinged with sadness. His information was stored on the 'Throne of Heroes' in the Type-Moon World. No matter what he experienced, when he passed away, it would not affect the 'Throne' in the slightest. This life and memories were ultimately fleeting.

He had finally seen the scenery beyond the world, finally possessed humanity, become human, and lived a simple yet most longed-for life. This should have been a double joy, but when the end arrived, all the happiness vanished like a mirage. Roman, who had finally become emotionally rich, let out a sad sigh.

"Are you scared, Roman?"

Roy stood beside him, looking up at the ancient city of Jerusalem bathed in a golden hue by the setting sun, and asked with a light laugh.

Roman nodded and then shook his head, "…Of course, I'm scared. I'm so scared I want to turn around and run back right now, then scream wildly to vent the fear in my heart."

"…It's just that when I came to this world, my eyes read the past and future of this world from the place called Yomi. I knew what Disobedient Gods truly were. They are calamities that bring natural disasters to humanity simply by existing. If the King Solomon who followed 'correctness' knew that his existence would bring disaster to humanity, he would have calmly ended his life by suicide."

"But, the concept of a Disobedient God distorted King Solomon's 'correctness,' giving him a sudden whim to try the taste of living as a human. That impulse grew stronger and stronger, even surpassing the principles King Solomon should have adhered to."

"…Now I can tell you loudly, this impulse was truly the most correct decision King Solomon made in his entire life. Living here for seven days as a human, as Roman, I felt very happy, very blissful. So happy that I want to sacrifice myself to protect this world that made me happy."

Roman's smile was pure and innocent. Although his face still showed fear, at critical moments, he could always make decisive judgments without hesitation. "…This time, it's not King Solomon making this choice, but a human named Roman. Ah, I truly admire the choices of those heroes. As humans, they were always able to bravely face their deaths and sacrifices. In that regard, I'm really not like a hero at all."

"You were never a hero to begin with, you're just a good-for-nothing. Look at what you've done these past seven days. If it weren't for the work I forced you to complete, you'd just be eating cake and drinking cola every day, either playing games or watching livestreams. You even became obsessed with virtual idols. You're so far from being a hero."

Roy couldn't help but retort.

"Ahaha... It's supposed to be a sad moment, Roy, don't talk about me like that."

Roman scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly, "...It's really not my fault. Cola is delicious, strawberry cake is tasty, and virtual idols are so cute. If you don't get absorbed in such delicious and cute things, wouldn't that be a disservice to them?"

"You really know how to find excuses to justify your laziness."

"..."

Silence fell between the two once more.

After a long moment, Roy spoke, "...If you, born as a Disobedient God, could maintain your sanity and not go mad to bring disaster upon humanity, would you choose to stay here and continue living as an ordinary human, Roman!"

Roman froze for a moment, then clutched his chest and gave a bitter laugh. "...Even now, you're still tempting me, making my hard-won resolve waver."

"This isn't temptation, it's fact. While Disobedient Gods are disasters, they aren't absolute. Throughout history, many Disobedient Gods have met peaceful ends. If you wish, you can achieve that."

Roy turned his head to look at Roman's profile.

"I know..."

Roman took a deep breath, gritting his teeth. "...Of course, I know there are ways to negate the disaster of being a Disobedient God. But this world is not my own, after all. I should return to my original world; that is where I belong."

"I see. For you to make this choice, Roman, you are already a hero in this moment."

Roy sighed wistfully, then smiled at him. "...Then, in this somber moment, let me tell you something that will make you happy. Disobedient Gods and Heroic Spirit Servants are different. Servants lose all memories after returning to the 'Throne' upon death. But Disobedient Gods, after their demise, can retain their memories of the present world."

"...However, these memories cannot affect the solidified information on the 'Throne.' But when you are summoned to the present world again, these dream-like memories will allow you to recall them. Even if you have become the emotionless King Solomon again, these memories will give you the urge to become human once more. So, wait with hope, and await the moment someone summons King Solomon to the present world again!"

Roman was taken aback. He looked at Roy with some curiosity and asked, "...Roy, you seem to know a lot about my world. Heroic Spirits and Servants aren't concepts from this world. This place is clearly a distant land far beyond the Outer World, not under the control of the Root, yet you know everything as if."

"No, I only know what I know; I don't know everything."

Roy shook his head.

Roman didn't press further. As curious as he was, he wasn't one to pry. After a moment of hesitation, he timidly asked in a small voice, "...Are we friends now?"

"Of course. If this feeling can't be called friendship, then the word 'friend' is too precious. Roman, I have a premonition that we might meet again someday, in your world!"

Roy took a deep breath. When he summoned King Solomon, the mysterious 'ship' in his right hand had already opened a path to the Type-Moon world. Roy, wanting to acquire more knowledge, would inevitably explore new worlds.

"Friends... it's wonderful. To gain friends after becoming human, that's truly the greatest fortune. These are emotions and words that Solomon could never understand."