A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

Tokyo Branch of the Japanese History Compilation Committee—

"Has the King left Tokyo?"

Sayanomiya Kaoru, seated at the head of the desk, asked wearily.

"According to the latest intelligence, the King has already departed for Haneda Airport and is preparing to leave Tokyo. Before leaving, he demanded that we, the Japanese, prepare enough skilled mikos for him within seven days and deliver them to Jerusalem. If we fail, the King intends to settle all his old and new grudges. He even said… we should prepare to find a new capital."

A staff member of the Tokyo branch replied with a wry smile, their tone tinged with fear.

"Make the King's request our highest priority task," Kaori ordered coldly. "Notify the entire History Compilation Committee. To ensure Japan's survival, everyone must give their utmost to complete this mission. Inform all the major sorcerer families of Japan and tell them to stop holding back. If they have daughters qualified to serve as mikos, they must offer them up to the King. This is Japan's crisis—a national catastrophe like no other. Only by uniting can we overcome this disaster."

Exhausted, Sayanomiya Kaoru slumped slightly as she gave her commands. Ever since the arrival of the two Kings in Japan, she had not had a moment of rest, constantly working to address the chaos. Now that both Kings had finally left, she allowed herself a small sigh of relief. While the aftermath remained daunting, it was far less terrifying than dealing with the presence of those two titans.

Though still a high school student, Kaoru's decisiveness and competence were befitting of her role as the head of the Tokyo branch. Her commands, while cold and ruthless, were undeniably the most pragmatic course of action under the circumstances.

To bow completely and submit at the feet of Roy, the King—this was the Japanese leadership's ultimate decision.

The room fell silent, and the staff nodded solemnly. What had transpired in Tokyo was beyond shocking, leaving everyone visibly shaken.

While the material losses to Tokyo were significant, they were secondary to the earth-shattering revelation that Marquis Voban had been defeated—perhaps even killed—by the new King. This news had swept across the mystical world like a hurricane, throwing the Eastern European mystic factions into total chaos.

One was the oldest known Demon King, and the other was a freshly crowned Campione. Logically, Marquis Voban should have dominated the battle. Even if there was a clear victor, no one would have expected such a catastrophic end.

This event was unprecedented in the modern mystical world. Since the first Campione appeared more than two centuries ago, no Campione had ever been killed. This marked the first such event in history:

The "Old King" is dead, and the "New King" has ascended!

Now, Roy's infamy stretched across the globe. His reputation had even begun to surpass the once-dominant Eastern leader. To kill the oldest Demon King, to slay a fellow Campione without hesitation, and to engage in a destructive battle in a major international city like Tokyo—Roy was already seen as the most ruthless and powerful Campione in the current era by the mystical world.

"What's the situation with the Seishuuiin family? Their most talented daughter has been captured by the King."

The Seishuuiin family, like the Sayanomiya family, was one of Japan's Four Great Families—effectively the true rulers of Japan's mystical world. Yet even they could only grovel before the Devil King, begging for his forgiveness.

"What else could happen? The current head of the Seishuuiin family nearly died of fright when he learned that Seishuuiin Ena dared to stand before the King. He has formally severed ties with her, renouncing her as a member of the Seishuuiin family. Furthermore, they've issued a directive to adopt a new heir from one of the branch families."

A subordinate of the Tokyo branch shrugged as they relayed the information.

Hearing this, Sayanomiya Kaoru let out a soft sigh. Although the decision was undeniably cruel and devoid of familial affection, it was undoubtedly the most practical way for the Seishuuiin family to handle the situation. Ruthless, yet in alignment with the harsh realities of the mystical world.

"Where is Amakasu Touma?"

Speaking of her subordinate, Sayanomiya Kaoru couldn't help but show a hint of concern. Amakasu was exceptionally competent, and she was unwilling to lose him.

"Amakasu Touma managed to survive, but the sword that struck him was imbued with magic. Our rescue efforts were delayed, and his body has suffered irreparable damage. More than half of his kidneys are destroyed, and he will have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair."

"Forget it. Surviving is already the greatest luck he could have. I can't demand more than that."

Kaoru sighed. This outcome had been within her expectations, and while it pained her to lose such a capable subordinate in this way, she did not dwell further on the matter.

"What's the damage report for Tokyo?"

"Akasaka and Roppongi have suffered catastrophic losses. Shinjuku Gyoen has been completely destroyed, and even reconstruction seems nearly impossible. Casualty numbers are still being calculated. Please prepare yourself, Director; the death toll this time may be staggering."

"A hundred and sixty years ago, Marquis Voban destroyed the city of Zadar in the Austrian Empire. I never thought that a hundred and sixty years later, Tokyo would face a similar disaster. Should we be thankful? At least the entire city wasn't razed. Such is the power of the Devil King on earth—an unstoppable Devil King."

There was a tremor in Sayanomiya Kaoru's voice, betraying her weariness and despair.

Her subordinates remained silent, bowing their heads in quiet acknowledgment.

"Think of a plausible excuse for this disaster. The scale is far too large to simply claim a gas leak. The public won't buy it."

"Director, what if we say a meteorite struck Tokyo?"

"That could work. But how do we explain the public sightings of the 'angel-versus-werewolf battle'? The clash between the two Kings was seen by many civilians."

"We'll have to rely on the magicians and sorcerers. Have them erase as much of the public's memory as possible. Simultaneously, we should ask the government to suppress online discussions and steer attention away from the event. As long as it ceases to be a trending topic, we can manage the fallout."

"Alright. Proceed with that plan."

After much debate, the Japanese History Compilation Committee finally established a strategy for damage control and cleanup.

"This disaster is my responsibility," Kaoru admitted, her tone resolute. "Although I was misled by the elder in the netherworld into making this decision, someone must take accountability. I hereby resign as head of the History Compilation Committee's Tokyo branch and relinquish my right to inherit the Sayanomiya family name."

At just seventeen years old, the high school girl took full responsibility for the crisis with remarkable bravery.

No one objected to her decision; someone had to bear the weight of blame, and Sayanomiya Kaoru was the most logical candidate.

While the Japanese History Compilation Committee worked tirelessly to address the aftermath, the name Roy Crowley had already become etched into the minds of the entire mystical world—a name they would never forget.

…

Meanwhile, Roy had arrived at Haneda Airport, preparing to depart for Jerusalem.

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[T/N: I was kinda busy for the last few days, so I couldn't even translate anything for the last 3 days. Thankfully I had extra stock of chapters so I could still post them. Hopefully, I don't get busy like that anytime soon. Anyway, extra chapters would be every 50 power stones now. And finally a very Happy New Year to all you guys and gals (just in case there are any)]