"What is this?"
Though she had no idea what situation Ramesses II was in, Francesca asked the same question as her Servant at the same time.
She really had not asked for much. She only wanted Roland's plan to go wrong. Compared with her past actions, this fell squarely within the realm of a prank.
Yet everything that unfolded went completely beyond Francesca's imagination.
She had indeed noticed the change in Roland. This thrill-seeker had even prepared herself to make his face her most vivid memory before she was killed.
But Roland did nothing.
His vast, alien magical energy did not stir. He merely stood where he was, without sparing another glance at the temple falling from the sky. He simply watched Francesca calmly, his eyes full of mockery.
No, that was too absolute. After delivering those mocking words, he had murmured something.
"-Crown of the Ten Kings."
That quiet murmur was completely drowned out by the shaking passage and the violent rumbling overhead. Had Francesca not kept her attention fixed on Roland, she might have missed it.
As someone inextricably linked to the legends and Servants of the biblical tradition, Francesca knew the legend of the Ten Crowns of Domination very well.
As Beast VI's most famous Authority, its principles remained unknown, and even Grand candidates with Clairvoyance could not trace the distant past in which its original account existed. But through knowledge from the Otherworld, Francesca could understand its effects.
Simply put, it was a skill that treated injuries received, events that had occurred, and all outcomes as though they had never happened.
A great Authority that transcended space, time, and causality, erasing every process regardless of will or the timing of its activation.
In principle, someone would have to manifest as Humanity's Evil to use such an