Multiverse's Holy Right

Headquarters of the She-Wolf, Rome, Italy.

"On behalf of King Roy, I extend my gratitude for your efforts. His Majesty has witnessed your hard work over this past year!"

Erica Blandelli, her golden hair like a crown, stood proudly at the head of the conference hall. Her clear, melodious voice carried across the room as she addressed the representatives of the Seven Sisters Alliance.

At just fifteen years old, standing before the influential figures of the Seven Sisters Alliance as if she were their superior was an unprecedented feat in Italy's mystical world.

Yet, none of the representatives found it inappropriate. After all, Erica was not speaking on behalf of her own organization, the Copper Black Cross, but as the representative of the ruler of Italy and the Vatican—the one who had defeated Marquis Voban, slain multiple Heretic Gods, and now stood at the pinnacle among the remaining six Campiones: King Roy.

Beside Erica stood Liliana, her closest friend and partner in both daily life and more intimate battles, gazing at her with admiration.

Though Liliana's abilities were no less than Erica's, in such formal settings, Erica was undoubtedly more composed and better suited to embody the dignity of the King. Thus, Liliana never competed with her in public.

"Erica, we've uncovered the ruins of an ancient goddess. If the artifact His Majesty seeks is there, we will present it to him within days!"

A representative of the She-Wolf stood and addressed Erica.

The attendees were high-ranking members of their respective organizations, not the leaders themselves. Had Roy been presiding, all seven leaders would have been present to pay their respects. But for Erica alone, the leaders—the faces of Italy's mystical society—would not lower themselves.

Erica understood this well. She knew her authority came from Roy and dared not overstep. Moreover, one of the Seven Sisters' leaders was her beloved uncle—she would never disrespect him.

"The King possesses the Mystic Eyes of Clairvoyance and has already confirmed that the divine artifact is within the newly excavated ruins. I advise you not to question the King's words."

Erica shot a cold glare and spoke with icy authority.

The high-ranking member of the She-Wolf immediately bowed his head, hastily expressing his regret for overstepping.

After slaying Solomon in Jerusalem, the world believed that Roy had acquired a fragment of Solomon's Wisdom as his authority—specifically, the Mystic Eyes capable of seeing into the past.

Over a year had been more than enough for Roy to fully consolidate his control over his subordinates, revealing his true regal demeanor. The mystical societies of Italy and the Vatican now operated under a strict hierarchy, with not a single person daring to show disrespect to Roy, their Sovereign.

"Excavate the Gorgon Stone and present it before the King. Remember, this is an artifact of the most ancient goddesses, a symbol of the primordial Earth Mother Goddess, and a beacon guiding many goddesses down the path of heresy. If you wish to avoid drawing the attention of a Heretic God and triggering calamity, do not keep this object in your possession for long. Deliver it to the King for safekeeping as swiftly as possible!"

Erica warned those present. Italy was her homeland, and she had no desire to see it attract the notice of a powerful Heretic God.

Through their year-long association, she had come to understand Roy's temperament and methods. He was no tyrant who disregarded ordinary people entirely. Given sufficient preparation, he was willing to confront Heretic Gods in uninhabited lands. The incident in Tokyo had been an unavoidable tragedy, but when necessary, the King would not hesitate to act even amidst innocent civilians. He embodied both cruelty and mercy in equal measure.

Thus, it was imperative to grant the King ample time—only then would he bestow his mercy.

"We understand, Diavolo Rosso! However, there is one more matter—Sir Salvatore Doni, the Sword King..."

A fellow high-ranking member of the Copper Black Cross addressed Erica by her proud title, though his expression faltered when mentioning the Sword King.

"Sir Salvatore's affairs shall be resolved by the King himself. You need not worry! Unlike Sir Salvatore, King Roy is far more mature. We must trust that the King will handle this matter flawlessly."

Erica held absolute confidence in Roy. Even if he saw her only as a lover, a companion in bed, she had already come to regard him as her beloved.

For she could sense that during their intimate moments, Roy harbored genuine affection for her. He knew to respect her, not treating her as a mere object for sexual release. This alone was enough for Erica to devote her heart and soul entirely to him.

...

"Ahaha, my friend! Though we've never met, I've missed you dearly!"

On the road to the Vatican, a Maybach sedan pulled to the side of the street, halted by a handsome, carefree Italian youth blocking its path.

Beside the young man stood a knight in his thirties, waiting silently like a steward, his head slightly bowed, not daring to look directly at the rear seat of the vehicle.

Roy, clad in cardinal robes and seated with closed eyes in the back, finally opened them and slid open the partition with a resigned sigh.

This time, he had come to Italy for the Gorgon Stone and was finally caught red-handed by Salvatore Doni.

However, since he had been caught, Roy had no intention of avoiding the encounter. He calmly ordered the sweating driver and attendants to open the car door and said in a composed tone, "...Sir Salvatore, since you're here, please get in the car. Don't block the road and inconvenience pedestrians."

Roy was not a battle fanatic. His pursuit of Heretic Gods was not to indulge in combat desires but to grow stronger to face future crises. Therefore, he wasn't particularly fond of people like Salvatore Doni, who constantly sought out fights.

Unlike relying on instinct in battle, Roy placed greater trust in his wisdom and knowledge. In his view, human intellect and knowledge were the keys to evolution and the flourishing of human civilization. To some extent, his compatibility with being a Campione wasn't particularly ideal.

"My dear friend! You're finally willing to see me! I was starting to think I'd done something to make you dislike me!"

The cheerful blond youth strode over without a care and climbed into the car. The knight accompanying him sighed helplessly and took a seat beside Salvatore in a subordinate capacity.

"If you have something to say, get to the point. Compared to you, I'd much rather be chasing after goddesses."

Roy cut straight to the chase, though he had already guessed Salvatore's purpose in seeking him out.

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