Divine Right of a Certain Composite Anime

Chapter 78: I Will Grant You Death

Now that Roy had reached an agreement with the goddess Athena, the atmosphere in the room eased. However, Roy did not hand over the Gorgon Stone to Athena directly. It wasn't that he intended to break his promise, but rather that 'Wisdom' was one of Athena's titles as a goddess.

While Roy was willing to trust Athena's promise, 'wisdom' could also be called cunning. If Athena were to recover her strength and launch a surprise attack in this very room, Roy was confident he could protect himself, but he absolutely could not protect Erica and Liliana.

Perhaps sensing Roy's thoughts, Athena sat on a chair and lightly kicked her slender legs, clad in blue stockings. She said, without anger, "...It is the right choice to remain wary of me. I too am contemplating whether I should emulate Troy's example and deceive you with trickery."

Hearing Athena's words, Roy actually believed that this goddess would not do anything out of line.

Although the atmosphere in the room had eased, it was only for Roy and Athena. For Erica and Liliana, the pressure had increased. Being in the same room as a Disobedient God, if other magicians knew, they would likely be stunned.

"Lily, it's time for dinner. You didn't prepare my meal in advance today, which is negligence; also, Erica, your work for today isn't finished yet. You should go and complete it."

Roy's words reminded Erica and Liliana. The blonde and silver-haired knights quickly bowed and, while maintaining their guard against Athena, headed towards the studio and the kitchen.

"Roy Crowley, you do care a great deal about your retainers."

Athena cast a sidelong glance at Erica and Liliana. As a goddess, she paid no mind to the hostility of two mortals.

Compared to these two mortals, she was more curious about Roy. "...For a Disobedient God and a Campione to coexist so peacefully, even with my knowledge and wisdom, I cannot find any similar instances. You truly are an incredible man, able to quell the instinctive urges of Campiones and Disobedient Gods. One who dares to possess such ambition must be a hegemon."

"You flatter me, Goddess Athena. I simply do not wish to be bound by fate. I detest the word 'mission,' as it signifies that my life is not under my own control. The inevitable outcome of Campiones and Disobedient Gods slaughtering each other is the mission I detest the most."

"...I wish for my killing intent to stem from myself, not from my identity as a Campione. Therefore, I wish to kill Disobedient Gods with my own will, or to become friends with them."

Roy shrugged and said with a light laugh.

Fate, mission – these were things that Roy saw as constraints. He always desired to act as he pleased, to indulge himself freely. Campiones were meant to kill Disobedient Gods, who were disasters, and Roy would act according to this identity. However, he wished for this intention to act to come from his own thoughts and decisions, not from being forced by this identity.

That state of losing reason and becoming hot-headed upon seeing a Disobedient God was something he absolutely did not want to experience.

"If anyone else had said this to me, I would have admired their thoughts while mocking their foolishness. But coming from you, I find it only natural."

"...The Fates' spindles, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, are also things I dislike. In this regard, my thoughts align with yours."

"Before coming here, I also learned of your past. You conversed with 'Solomon the Wise' and made him willingly allow you to kill him. I have heard the name of that legendary king countless times. To be acknowledged by him, I will also regard your 'wisdom' with a new perspective."

Goddess Athena looked at Roy with great interest, her long eyelashes fluttering, her amber eyes filled with curiosity and... a desire to kill him.

Because she acknowledged his strength, she considered him a rival, and thus, she had to kill him. This was Athena's thought process.

"Lord Roy, this is your dinner."

While Roy and Athena were chatting, Liliana finished preparing the meal and brought it to the table.

Today, Liliana had prepared Chinese food, not Italian. Roy skillfully picked up his chopsticks and tasted the delicious and aromatic meal. He praised, "...Lily, your cooking skills are getting better and better. I once heard that the Eastern Sect Master Luo Hao was a skilled cook. I imagine your culinary skills are no less than that of the Sect Master."

"How dare I compare myself to the Eastern Patriarch."

Liliana said humbly, but her face was filled with the joy and a hint of pride from Roy's praise.

"It's just a shame that no one has had the honor of tasting the dishes made by that Sect Master in these past two hundred years. I wonder when I will be able to have that exceptionally spirited Sect Master personally cook for me."

Sipping the fine wine in his cup, Roy sighed.

Athena, sitting opposite Roy, remained silent this time, merely sitting quietly like a doll.

Night fell. The wind and snow outside the window had lessened slightly, but there were still no stars or moon. The villa in the Alps was brightly lit. In Roy's bedroom, he was leaning against the headboard, playing on his phone. In this deep mountain, there was a dedicated base station for the former Marquis, and the network signal here was excellent.

Roy didn't spend all his time reading. Even as a Campione, he enjoyed the conveniences of modern civilization and technology.

Meanwhile, on the sofa nearby, Athena was engrossed in a book. Her slender legs were drawn up, the book resting on her knees. Her cute cotton hat had been tossed aside somewhere, revealing her beautiful silver hair that shimmered with a faint glow.

"Is something wrong?"

Sensing Roy's gaze, Athena temporarily put down her book and asked.

"It's time to sleep."

Roy glanced at the clock on the wall and said.

"Mmm, then you sleep. Don't mind me. Don't worry, I won't sneak attack you at night."

Athena either didn't grasp the implied meaning in Roy's words, or perhaps she understood but simply chose to ignore it.

Roy took a deep breath. He suddenly, boldly, got out of bed and walked behind the sofa. He grabbed Athena by the lower part of her arm and directly picked her up.

"What are you doing?"

Athena's sharp eyebrows furrowed, and she let out a low, angry growl.

"I'm carrying you to sleep, of course! Don't make a move. We made a promise, we won't attack each other today."

Noticing the divine power fluctuations emanating from Athena, Roy quickly said, "...Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I know you are a virgin goddess. Besides, if I really wanted to do something, couldn't you resist even in your weakened state?"

"What a brazen Child of the Fool, daring to covet a goddess."

Athena looked at Roy with cold eyes, allowing him to place her by the bedside. She watched as he bent down, knelt on one knee, and, as if handling a treasure, slowly removed her blue stockings, revealing her flawless, jade-like legs beneath.

Athena, in her loli form, had very small feet, even smaller than Roy's palm. He gently cradled one of her feet, feeling the smooth, delicate skin of the goddess in his palm. A surge of impulse arose in Roy's heart.

However, he didn't do anything further, as he knew this was already the limit of what Athena could accept. If he were to push his luck further, their promise would be voided.

Gazing at Roy, Athena suddenly revealed a bewitching smile. "...Male gods and men are always the same, just like my father who wielded lightning! Roy Crowley, I have decided. I will definitely kill you and grant you death, leaving you to walk alone in the desolate wilderness of the cold underworld."

Athena's eyes blazed with killing intent, and Roy's expression gradually turned cold as he chuckled, "...I too look forward to that day, Goddess Athena!"

Chapter 79: The Greek Goddess

In a villa deep in the Alps, a man and a woman, each with their own thoughts and filled with murderous intent, slept embraced.

The weather today was excellent. The wind and snow from last night had stopped, and the gentle, warm sun shone in through the windows, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold, snowy mountains.

The blankets on the bed were somewhat disheveled. Roy, wearing pajamas and covered by a thin quilt, lay on his side, breathing softly. The quilt and sheets were new items Roy had the Swiss magical society send over. While he could accept used furniture, he absolutely could not accept used duvet covers and sheets, especially since this had once been the residence of that old man, Woban.

In Roy's embrace, Athena, who looked like a loli, wore a cashmere sweater with a slightly odd color scheme. He held her tightly, so tightly that the goddess's brow was slightly furrowed.

Athena lay flat on the pillow, staring straight at the ceiling. Her amber eyes were filled with calmness. She showed no discomfort at sharing a bed with a man, a god-slayer. Although she was a famous virgin goddess in Greece, in the extremely chaotic mythology of Greece, Athena could not have been ignorant of matters between men and women.

It's just being taken advantage of a little, nothing else has happened. For someone who is about to die, I should show him enough tolerance.

Athena thought to herself.

"Slap----"

Athena flicked her small hand, hitting the back of Roy's hand and swatting away the hand that had, at some point, found its way onto her smooth, bare leg.

The crisp sound finally woke Roy. He opened his eyes and met Athena's calm, indifferent gaze. He withdrew his hand and chuckled sheepishly, "...Sorry, it was irresistible. Your body is so soft and cuddly, it's too comfortable."

Judging by Roy's expression, he had completely treated Athena as a warm pillow for the night.

Athena sat up in bed. She glanced out the window and said in a proud, cold tone, "...It's fine. I can forgive your rudeness, Roy Crowley. It is now the second day, and as promised, you need to hand over the Gorgon Stone to me. Then, I will kill you here and send you to the underworld~."

"No rush, Goddess Athena! Let's talk about fighting and killing after breakfast."

Roy got out of bed. Without regard for Athena's presence beside him, he took off his pajamas and put on his regular clothes.

He had only had a sudden whim yesterday. Athena's current appearance was that of a girl in her early teens. If this were Roy's original world, luring such a young girl would be a crime punishable by law. But here, it was different. He was a Demon King who roamed the earth, and laws were utterly useless to him. Athena, on the other hand, was a goddess who had lived for over a thousand years, a veritable legal loli.

Since the opportunity had arisen, he would definitely do the things he had wanted to do in the past but dared not. Holding a little loli to sleep with him was truly comfortable, her small, soft body was a pleasure to hold, and it had at least improved Roy's sleep quality. Moreover, this loli was a legitimate goddess.

It was merely this. Roy was simply indulging his ambition and desires as a Demon King.

He looked at Athena. Her clear eyes showed no signs of fatigue. He asked curiously, "...You didn't sleep yesterday?"

"I am a Disobedient God, the Queen who governs darkness. Night

"Frost and sun, a marvelous day! My charming friend, you're fast asleep. It's time, my beauty, wake up! Quickly open your eyes, closed in blissful slumber!"

Roy stood atop a snowy mountain peak, reciting Pushkin's poetry aloud in this vast, boundless world.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

He laughed like a child, his laughter causing an uproar in the snowy mountains, driving the animals into a frantic escape.

"Is that enough, Roy Crowley! We're far enough now that it won't disturb the ignorance of mortals, nor will it harm the lives of your retainers."

After finishing breakfast, Roy and Athena had been walking through the Alps. The two of them didn't seem like enemies about to fight; rather, they chatted like friends as they walked deeper into the mountains.

Now it was noon. They stopped at the same time, standing on this mountaintop. Good times were bound to end, and the biting winter was arriving.

"I never thought someone as audacious and willful as you, someone who dared to harbor improper thoughts about a goddess, would care about human lives. I didn't expect you to possess such compassion."

Athena stood a few steps in front of Roy. She wasn't wearing her cute, rabbit-ear-like woolen hat. Her silver hair shimmered with a faint light under the sun, adding to her nobility amidst the pure white snow. It even gave Roy the impression that he wasn't facing the goddess Athena, but the goddess Artemis.

"Because they are my subjects, who have offered everything to me. As their 'King,' I naturally bestow sufficient mercy upon them. If I had no choice, that would be another matter, but since I can choose, I will not let my subjects fall into danger."

"...I am a Demon King, a capricious and tyrannical monarch. But a tyrant doesn't equate to being bloodthirsty. I'm not a murderer who finds joy in killing. As long as you don't defy me or disobey me, I won't consider killing as a hobby."

Roy said casually to Athena, tossing the Gorgon Stone in his hand to the goddess. "...The Gorgon Stone is yours, Athena! You've waited a thousand years for this moment, haven't you!"

Athena caressed the Gorgon Stone in her hand, her beautiful face like a flower, incomparably charming. A look of joy appeared on her features.

"You will regret this, Roy Crowley! You will regret handing the Gorgon Stone over to me."

"I could say the same to you, Goddess Athena! You will regret becoming my enemy. Enough with the nonsense. The Gorgon Stone is in your hand. If you want me to regret it, prove it with your actions!"

Roy interrupted Athena. His expression gradually turned cold. While he might joke around normally, he would never underestimate anyone in battle, never allowing himself any possibility of a sudden downfall.

"Hehehehe~~~ Feel honored, Roy Crowley! Witness my true form!"