The Divine Right of a Certain Multiverse

Roy let out a sigh as well.

Princess Alice, who had arrived uninvited, could only look regretfully at the meal on the table. Having arrived as a spirit, she was unable to eat. She adjusted her posture, leaned forward slightly, and elegantly addressed Lady Aisha, "…Do you still remember me, Madam? We have met before."

This White Princess of Europe was always so ladylike in public, but when no one else was around, she was practically a wild girl. Of course, she was also very passionate and not shy at all in bed, even quite eager for… activities with Roy in bed, saying she wanted to give birth to even more powerful witches for him.

"I remember you're Alice, aren't you? You seemed like a child the last time I saw you. I didn't expect you to grow up so much in the blink of an eye. It seems I've been traveling in ancient times for a long time."

Lady Aisha had a good memory. After a brief recollection, she said with sudden realization.

"You weren't traveling in ancient times for a long time at all. You've just gotten so old that you can't remember things properly, Madam."

Roy quipped.

"What do you mean? I'm a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, and I've always been seventeen!"

In response to Roy's remark, Lady Aisha protested, raising her little fist.

Athena sat to the side, saying nothing, just quietly eating. Apart from Roy, the proud goddess disdained interacting with humans, let alone Campiones.

Erica and Liliana joined the conversation at this point. With Erica and Alice, two sociable women, around, the atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely lively and harmonious.

Annie Charlton was the only one with a worried expression, not infected by the joyful atmosphere at the table, but contemplating her next move.

Although Lady Aisha was also kind-hearted, her kindness was different from Annie Charlton's. Lady Aisha simply didn't want to see others get hurt and would proactively treat any injured person in front of her. Her kindness had nothing to do with responsibility. Annie Charlton, the Campione from North America, was a typical person with a strong sense of responsibility.

The meal proceeded in this atmosphere of conversation and laughter.

On a street near the canal in Manhattan, Roy and Athena were walking side by side.

"Ancestor Anshiela should be ready by now."

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Roy's gaze swept from the canal to the distant sea. He knew that Anshiela was currently making final preparations there, and Annie Charlton had also gone into hiding, ready to intercept Anshiela the moment she completed her transformation into a Dragon-Serpent.

"I can feel the vital energy of earth and water rapidly gathering. Anshiela is about to transform into the 'Serpent God Leviathan'."

As the Earth Mother Goddess herself, Athena understood the Earth Mother Goddess's abilities better, and her explanation was more detailed.

"Heretical Serpent Leviathan, also known as the 'Fly King'. No wonder Anshiela named her secret society 'Fly King'."

Roy nodded slightly, indicating that he understood Anshiela's true form when she degenerated into a Dragon-Serpent.

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"Although Anshiela can transform into a Disobedient Serpent, gaining power equal to that of a Campione, she is already an Ancestor and has long since lost her divine power. Doing so will completely strip her of the immortality of earth and snakes. It is her hatred for Campiones and this world that has led Anshiela to make this choice. This is also the ultimate fate of many ancient goddesses who have degenerated into Ancestors."

There was a hint of sadness in Athena's voice, a lament for the fate of her fellow ancient Earth Mother Goddess.

The era of the Earth Mother Goddesses had passed. The era of female deities had long ended. Now was the age of male deities in the patriarchal system. The Earth Mother Goddesses could only accept this outcome.

"En, let Anshiela and Annie Charlton fight. I don't care who wins or loses, who lives or dies. Compared to the Disobedient Leviathan and the North American Campione, I'm actually more interested in you, Guinevere, who bears the name of King Arthur's wife!"

Roy, who was walking with Athena along the street by the canal, suddenly turned around. At some point, the pedestrians had disappeared, and not far behind him stood a beautiful Caucasian girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, standing gracefully. A gentle smile played on her lips, neither humble nor fearful, just gazing at Roy and Athena with an ordinary look.

The girl had golden curly hair that cascaded down her shoulders, outlining elegant curves and complementing her refined beauty.

Hearing Roy's voice, the girl curtsied, lifting the hem of her skirt with perfect noblewoman etiquette, and said neither subserviently nor arrogantly, "...Good afternoon, Lord Roy and Lady Athena!"

Chapter 100: Guinevere and the Goddess's Confession

"John Pluto Smith, the god-slayer! Why are you here!"

On the sea horizon outside Manhattan Island, a girl who looked no older than thirteen or fourteen was looking at the armored figure who had appeared before her with surprise and anger.

The girl's body was petite, but her face, which should have been cute, was filled with ferocity. Her body could almost be described as unclothed, with only a few simple bandages wrapped around her small frame. Due to her extreme youth, her body lacked any curves, but she exuded a scent of an unripe fruit, tempting people to pick it.

Anshiela possessed a beautiful body that would excite any perverted man, but unfortunately, the Campione standing before her, despite being publicly known as a man, was a woman beneath that armor.

"Ancestor Anshiela, I won't discuss why I'm here for now. Just know that I'm here to stop you, to prevent you from harming innocent American civilians."

Annie Charlton, clad in armor, spoke politely, possessing both the characteristic American casualness and the unique heroic spirit of the country.

An ordinary woman would easily be attracted to her cheerful and heroic demeanor, but Anshiela was no ordinary woman.

"Hahahaha… Hahahaha!!" Although it's a bit different from the plan, I don't care anymore. Since you're here too, let me destroy you and this island together! Do you feel it? Do you feel the surging divine power within me! Come on, John Smith, this is where you will die!"

Ancestor Anshiela screamed with a distorted expression, her once beautiful pupils filled with brutality and hatred.

"I am Heaven, tremble before me! I am Earth, be cursed by me!"

"My head is Enlil, my face is the light of noon. Gods who protect me, please expel the demonic curse upon me!"

Borrowing the vital energy plundered from the earth and sea, Anshiela uttered the Word Spirit to restore her identity as the Heretical Serpent. With the hissing of the Dragon-Serpent, Anshiela's petite body began to change. Scales grew on her skin, her legs transformed into a snake's tail, and her head became a snake's head. In the blink of an eye, she transformed from a beautiful girl into a magnificent divine serpent over twenty stories long, covered in silver-white scales!

This was the Disobedient Heretical Serpent Leviathan. Although not as powerful as Athena's 'Gorgon Serpent', it was undoubtedly a monster that no mortal could resist.

"Boom------"

Her massive snake tail slammed into the sea surface, creating a huge wave. Leviathan hid in the sea and charged towards Manhattan Island ahead.

Beneath her helmet, Annie Charlton's face was solemn, her magic power burning throughout her body. Fearlessly, she collided with the divine serpent with her own body. If one looked closely, they would notice that Annie Charlton's body had also changed; she was no longer human. This was the Authority of the Aztec Demon God, an Authority she had usurped.

The battle between Anshiela and Annie Charlton caused panic on Manhattan Island. American rescue helicopters flew in the sky amidst the roaring sounds, broadcasting messages. The sea turned into rain and poured down from above the canal. Yet, in this noisy and chaotic city, the place where Roy and Athena were was eerily quiet.

"Witch Guinevere, named after the wife of King Arthur, it was you who incited Anshiela to absorb the essence of the earth and sea so quickly and violently, and it was you who brought her from the west coast of America to the east coast, wasn't it?"

Roy gazed at the girl before him, who was about fourteen years old. No one could associate this elegant yet young girl with the 'Guinevere' from the legend of King Arthur.

"Don't you already know this, Lord Roy? With those eyes of yours, no secret should be able to escape, right?"

Guinevere smoothed her skirt and said in a sweet, unhurried voice.

"Don't think I don't know. You actually want to use Anshiela, to make her suddenly change her plans, thus throwing John Pluto Smith into a frenzy and forcing him to seek my help. This way, you can verify if my 'eyes' can truly see all past secrets as the Council of Sages claims, right?"

Roy's lips curved into a smile, as if he had met a friend in a foreign land, chatting familiarly with Guinevere.

"You are correct. I did want to test if your magic eye possesses the legendary power. And now, it seems truly incredible. You haven't investigated Anshiela at all, yet you know all her plans based on just a few words of information. Even I, an Ancestor like myself, am ashamed of this Spiritual Vision ability."

Guinevere said with admiration. Her sparkling, soft, and beautiful eyes held a maiden's 'longing,' easily making men feel elated.

"Then, Guinevere, do you know why I, knowing it's your scheme, still acted according to your wishes?"

Roy asked, his right hand in his pocket, tilting his head slightly.

"Didn't you just say it? Because you are interested in me, and you are definitely interested in the 'Last King.' That's why I appeared before you. Since both of us are interested in the 'Last King,' why don't you use those wise eyes of yours to show me where the 'King' slumbers?"

Guinevere lowered her head slightly, speaking as if pleading.

"Ancestor Guinevere, I didn't expect you to be so deeply involved. You traitor to the Earth Mother Goddess, rebel who is loyal to the Last Steel! Do you know how many of our kin have died because of you? How dare you appear before me? I wish I could grind you into dust right now!"

At this moment, Athena suddenly spoke. Her stern voice was laced with barely suppressed rage. Her amber irises turned into vertically slitted snake eyes, casting a chilling gaze at Guinevere, as if she could unleash Medusa's petrifying magic eye at any moment.

"Lord Athena, that is all in the past. Besides, even without me, the fate of the Earth Mother Goddess was already sealed. In fact, when I saw you, I was contemplating whether to turn you into nourishment for the 'King's' revival."

After a moment of silence, Guinevere still wore a smile, but her words were extremely vicious. She did not fear Athena, because—

"Even if you kill me here, I, who possess the snake's immortality, will still revive. It will just take a little time to resurrect."

"You…"

Athena became even angrier, her fists clenched, her delicate body trembling slightly. But Guinevere was right. The witches who had fallen from being Earth Mother Goddesses to Ancestors would, unless they willingly gave up their immortality, endlessly cycle like a snake shedding its skin, making it difficult to truly die.

Roy gently placed a hand on Athena's shoulder, telling her to relax. Then, he raised his eyebrows at Guinevere and said, "…Guinevere, I am a Campione. The Last King and I are enemies. Why would I help you awaken an enemy?"

"Please forgive my disrespect. After learning about your magic eye, I have been secretly following you. However, you have never gone to the 'King's' slumbering place. If you truly feared the 'King,' and having witnessed his past feats of slaying numerous Campiones, you should have found a way to keep him asleep, or even imposed a seal on him…"

"…But you didn't. So I dared to guess that your objective is the same as mine: to make him awaken from his slumber. The Child of the Fool is also like this; knowing it's a powerful enemy that might kill them, they will still foolishly and bravely rush forward to meet their death."

Guinevere spoke eloquently, her words logical and convincing. She had indeed guessed some of Roy's thoughts.

Roy would not impose a seal on the Last King's slumbering place out of fear. His way of thinking was simply how to defeat him and resolve the issue once and for all.

"I once promised Athena that I would sever the Last Steel with her. Whether we truly sever the Last Steel in the end, or are killed by the Last Steel, I will not break this promise!"

Roy's voice was clear and resonant, exuding an awe-inspiring dominance.

Hearing this, Athena glanced at him with admiration. "…Roy, with just these words, I have decided. Even if you ultimately fall into the Underworld, I will accompany you there as the Queen of the Underworld, so you won't be alone! Be honored, Campione who defeated me. Even the great heroes of Greece were merely playthings and insects to amuse the gods for me. But for you, I have a different regard."

Like a proud phoenix, the goddess powerfully uttered words that sounded like a confession. Her cherry-colored lips bloomed into a reserved yet proud and beautiful smile. Her amber eyes shone like stars in the night sky, radiating a coveted brilliance.

"I envy you, Lord Roy! To be so close to Goddess Athena, all the heroes and valiant warriors throughout history have never had such an honor."

Guinevere exclaimed with emotion.

"So, since our objectives are the same, please tell me, Lord Roy, the slumbering place of the 'King'."

She said earnestly again.

"Heh, you should understand the principle of equivalent exchange, Guinevere. You want to know the slumbering location of '5.4 The Last King.' What can you offer me in exchange?"

Roy said leisurely.

"That depends on what you need, Lord Roy."

"How about exchanging yourself then!"

Roy suddenly extended his hand and pointed at Guinevere.

"Me?"

Guinevere was taken aback for a moment, pointing at herself. A flicker of daze crossed her face, followed by a charming laugh. "…I never expected you to be interested in someone as frail as me. As expected of a domineering Demon King, you treat women as if you can order them around and take whatever you please. However, as long as you tell me that location, Guinevere is willing to offer this body for your pleasure."

The ancient goddess, who had fallen to become an Ancestor, spoke in a gentle tone, her seductive eyes like flowing silk, exuding an irresistible temptation for men.

Athena cast a sidelong glance at Roy, a hint of displeasure on her face. She had just made a bold declaration of sharing life and death with him, and in the next moment, the man was 'confessing' to another woman. As a goddess, she felt utterly insulted.

However, Athena would not be like ordinary women, indulging in melancholy or becoming hysterical. Her wisdom told her that Roy must have a deeper meaning and purpose in doing this.

Thus, intelligent women inspire fear in men, but sometimes, they can also help you achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Chapter 101: The Holy Grail Appears!

"I didn't expect you to be so generous, Guinevere. This truly exceeds my expectations. Your feelings for the Last King are so profound."

Roy sighed. For the Last King, the former goddess was willing to submit herself to the Campione, her enemy. Regardless of Guinevere's personality or character, this sentiment alone was worthy of praise.

"If I didn't know that your feelings for the Last King were not love but friendship, I would have called this true love."

Roy, who could trace back the past, naturally knew what had happened between the former goddess Guinevere and the Last King.

Roy's 'Clairvoyance' could trace back the past, but it didn't mean he could know everything that happened in the past. The past was too vast, and Roy did not have the ability to review every single record of the past in detail. He only traced back specific past events when needed to uncover secrets.

"The 'King' was in too much pain. He was in a cycle of executing Demon Kings and slumbering. Every time he awoke, he would lose his power and wander the earth, absorbing the essence of the Earth Goddess to gradually recover his strength, in order to oppose the Lord of Rakshasa. This wandering period was too long and lonely. And before the 'King' recovered his strength, he was repeatedly defeated by Campiones, suffering painful injuries."

"...I didn't want him to continue suffering like this, so I sacrificed myself to store the Earth Mother Goddess's essence for him. This way, he could regain his full strength the moment he awoke, allowing him to slay the Demon King with the fastest speed, thus avoiding a lonely wandering... Furthermore, with the awakening of the 'King,' his own heat would ignite volcanic activity. If he were to remain active for too long, the world's inhabitants would be destroyed. The 'King' is merciful; he did not object to my proposal."

Guinevere spoke gently, a flicker of pity for the Last King in her eyes.

"So you pity him, yet you sacrificed your own kin?"

Athena said sarcastically, her gaze towards Guinevere growing increasingly annoyed. If she hadn't known about Roy's plans, she would have already attacked and killed this Ancestor.

Even if it wouldn't truly kill Guinevere, it would incapacitate her for decades, leaving her only to await resurrection.

"Lady Athena, even without me, the Earth Mother Goddess would have perished. The 'King' would have taken the earth's essence for himself; it was his mission. I merely accelerated the process."

Guinevere spoke neither subserviently nor arrogantly. As a fellow oppressed Earth Mother Goddess, she didn't understand empathy. Instead, she joined in the slaughter of the Earth Mother Goddess. In a way, she was also a decisive traitor.

"However, Guinevere, you are truly remarkable. The Last King once slew a Campione in England. This anecdote was merely a folk tale, yet you adapted it into The Legend of King Arthur during the Middle Ages, casting yourself as Queen Guinevere. Your intention was to have it passed down through generations, creating a myth, and thereby summoning King Arthur to awaken the Last King. I must admire such an ability."

Roy lightly clapped his hands, applauding Guinevere. This Ancestor had truly utilized the world's rules to their fullest. Since myths were woven by humans, she used her own long life to proactively weave a myth, even incorporating herself into it.

After centuries of fermentation, the false king, 'King Arthur,' became real.

"But I failed. Four years ago, I attempted to summon King Arthur using a ritual for summoning Disobedient Gods, yet nothing appeared. It seems only more orthodox methods can be used to find the 'King's' final resting place."

Guinevere sighed. Her delicate body and melancholic expression were pitiable, easily evoking a man's desire to protect her.

"Lord Roy, how about we proceed with our agreement? You tell me the 'King's' sleeping location, and I will offer this body for your enjoyment. As a fallen goddess, the wife of 'King Arthur,' I believe I will satisfy a Demon King like yourself."

Guinevere spoke flirtatiously. Her smile was sweet and noble, as she made an effort to showcase her petite frame. She was truly ruthless for the sake of the Last King.

"Shameless fallen goddess! No, other Earth Mother Goddesses fell due to circumstances beyond their control, but you chose to fall yourself. I am even ashamed to be an Earth Mother Goddess alongside you!"

Athena exclaimed furiously, her cute face turning bright red.

"Heh, well, it's said that dying under a peony is a glorious death, even as a ghost."

Roy chuckled nonchalantly.