A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

Roy stood in Tokyo's Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, a 58-hectare national park that was once managed by the Imperial Household Agency as an imperial garden.

The park was densely vegetated. In addition to the open lawn where Roy stood, patches of forest could be seen in the distance. If someone were hiding in those woods and observing him, it would indeed be challenging to detect them.

This difficulty stemmed from the fact that, without specific powers, Campione were inherently poor at sensing others.

"Although Campione are not adept at perception, if someone is spying on me from such a close distance and I don't react, it would be highly unusual—even among the greatest knights and magicians. Therefore, it's likely that the one spying on me is not a magician or a knight… Hmm, I can roughly guess who it is."

With just a moment of thought, Roy deduced the identity of the person hiding in the woods.

Aiwass did not interject. In the past, Aiwass had observed the world from the perspective of an impartial 'observer.' However, due to Roy's unique circumstances, she chose to intervene. Even so, her intervention did not equate to micromanaging his life. She only reminded Roy when needed and offered him essential knowledge at critical moments.

The third hand on Roy's right shoulder had yet to dissipate. Although the Light of the Right Hand could only be used once every seven days, once summoned, the hand could remain in existence for a period. Beyond the devastating Light of the Right Hand, this Holy Right had developed additional functions.

From the distance, clusters of light began to approach. These were the Angels of Light Roy had summoned earlier. After Marquis Voban's defeat, the werewolves he had summoned had vanished. With no remaining enemies, the angels returned to their commander's side.

Only about a dozen angels remained; the rest had perished in battle with the werewolves. The surviving angels surrounded Roy, protecting him like loyal bodyguards.

Roy calmly raised his right hand and began to chant once more:

"Your sins are heard by the Lord. Sulphur and fire from heaven shall descend to burn all to ash!

"Destroy sinful Sodom and Gomorrah!"

The clouds churned, transforming into fiery masses streaked with spiraling vortices, resembling a dreadful cosmic phenomenon. The oppressive force descended heavily as if the heavens and earth were closing in on each other.

Simultaneously, the ground began to tremble. Sulphurous steam rose as fissures split the earth, spewing magma and hellfire into the air.

The apocalyptic display engulfed the entire 58 hectares of Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. With a single wave of Roy's right hand, the heavenly fire of the sun crashed down, while the hellfire of the earth erupted from below.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The earth roared, the sky thundered, and the vegetation screamed in agony as it was consumed by fire. Under the collision of heavenly and hellish flames, the once-famous imperial garden of Tokyo vanished entirely from the map.

Flames raged, evoking the destruction of Tokyo during World War II, reminiscent of the American air raids that left cities in ashes. The third hand on Roy's right shoulder shone like molten gold, gleaming as he walked through the blazing inferno, surrounded by more than a dozen angels. He strode unimpeded, exuding an aura of audacious arrogance that vividly demonstrated the unrestrained might of a demon king.

Amid the roaring fires, a shadow streaked into the sky like a bolt of lightning from the charred remains of the forest. The figure, seemingly terrified, fled without looking back, activating Godspeed to escape the scene. Moving at such incredible velocity, the figure would likely be out of Tokyo in the blink of an eye.

"Alexander Gascoigne," Roy murmured, observing the fleeing figure. "A classic planner—always scheming before acting. Once startled, his first instinct is to retreat. If it were Salvatore Doni, he'd have charged straight at me with his sword raised."

Roy exhaled deeply, his body trembling slightly from exertion. The use of The Sin of Sodom had drained his power entirely. Aside from his remaining divine power, which could muster the Hand of Jacob, all his other authorities were depleted. At this moment, he was at his weakest. If any Heretic God or Campione were to target him now, his only option would be to flee.

Fortunately, the only nearby Campione was the Black Prince, Alexander. Likely shaken by Roy's earlier display—defeating Marquis Voban with a single wave of the Holy Right—Alexander had overestimated Roy's remaining strength. Spooked by the apocalyptic theatrics, he fled in haste, believing Roy still had energy to spare.

Roy felt little emotion about scaring off a fellow Campione.

He had an instinctive sense and immediately extinguished his authority. With the heavenly and hellish flames gone, the area before him resembled a scorched, barren plain, like a wheat field after a wildfire. Standing amid the desolation was a lone figure.

"Princess Alice, what brings you here?"

The figure belonged to Princess Alice's astral form. Using this ability, she could manifest her astral body anywhere in the world.

"Marquis Voban, the oldest demon king, master of the most authorities, was slain by you. King Roy, you are truly remarkable. This outcome will send shockwaves through the entire mystic world."

Princess Alice's tone brimmed with admiration, her elegant and noble eyes shining with curiosity as she regarded Roy.

Roy didn't bother correcting her misunderstanding—Marquis Voban wasn't truly "dead." Instead, he replied:

"…I know you enjoy being part of the action, Alice. I even expected you to watch my battle with Marquis Voban from a distance using your astral form. But for you to appear before me directly—this isn't just to celebrate my victory, is it?"

"King Roy, your sharpness takes the joy out of life. You see through everything far too easily."

Princess Alice's eyes sparkled with charm as her gaze fell on the third hand on Roy's right shoulder. Awe and curiosity filled her expression, but there was also a faint sense of fear toward the mysterious appendage.

"…Your knights Erica and Liliana are in trouble. While I consider myself unparalleled in the talents of a witch, I must admit that in combat, I fall short. If you don't want them to face unnecessary danger, I suggest you hurry to their aid."

At last, Princess Alice revealed the reason for her presence.

"Erica and Lili are in trouble?" Roy frowned, his tone carrying a hint of anger. "The Marquis has been defeated, and his Undead Servant authority should have been nullified. With their strength, what could still threaten them? Could it be the History Compilation Committee?"

A flicker of rage crossed Roy's face. If the Japanese History Compilation Committee dared to lay a hand on his knights, he wouldn't hesitate to unleash his wrath. Such an act would be nothing less than a blatant insult to him, the King.

"If they think they can act against my people, I'll show them the true fury of a demon king."

Although Roy currently had almost no authorities available, as long as The Hand of Jacob and the Eye of Sodom remained intact, he was a Campione no mortal could hope to defeat.

Chanting the incantation for the 'Flying' spell, Roy and the dozen or so angels surrounding him rose into the air. The strength of these angels alone was enough to cause immense trouble for any nation's mystical organizations.