A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

Headquarters of She-Wolf in Rome, Italy—

"On behalf of King Roy, I would like to thank you all for your efforts. The King has seen all your hard work over the past year!"

Erica Blandelli, with her blonde hair resembling a golden crown, stood confidently at the head of the meeting. She surveyed the room, speaking in her clear, elegant, and commanding voice to all the representatives of the Seven Sisters Alliance present.

At just fifteen years old, being able to address the powerful figures of the Seven Sisters Alliance with the authority of a near-"master" was an unprecedented feat in the Italian mystical world.

However, none of the Seven Sisters Alliance representatives present found this inappropriate. This was because Erica was not merely representing her magic association, the Copper Black Cross, but instead the leader of all of Italy and the Vatican—the one who had defeated the Marquis Voban, slain numerous gods, and now stood as the most revered figure among the six remaining God Slayers, Roy the King of Italy!

Standing alongside Erica was Liliana Kranjcar, her close friend and confidante. Whether it was in daily life or battle, Liliana admired Erica deeply.

Though Liliana's strength rivaled Erica's, she knew that in such situations, Erica was far better at exuding confidence and representing the King's majesty. As such, Liliana never sought to compete with Erica in these external matters.

"Erica, we've unearthed the remains of an ancient goddess. If the relic the King seeks is indeed within, we will present the divine tool to the King within a few days!"

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

The representatives gathered here were high-ranking officials from their respective associations, not their commanders. If Roy himself had presided over the meeting, the seven commanders would have undoubtedly awaited him with utmost respect. However, for Erica alone, the generals would not lower themselves, as they were the pride of the Italian mystical world.

Erica understood this well. She knew her authority stemmed entirely from Roy and thus did not dare to act too arrogantly. Instead, she handled the matter with precision and care. Moreover, one of the commanders in the Seven Sisters Alliance was her beloved uncle, so naturally, she would not act overly harshly in his presence.

"The King possesses Mystic Eyes that see through the past. He has already confirmed that the divine tool lies within the newly excavated ruins. Do not question the King's words," Erica said, her voice cool and commanding as she cast a sharp glance around the room.

The high-ranking member of She-Wolf quickly bowed his head in submission, apologizing for any perceived overreach.

Following the events in Jerusalem, where Roy slew Solomon, the world assumed that the authority he had obtained was part of the Wisdom of Solomon, specifically the Mystic Eyes that could see through the past.

Over the course of a year, Roy had firmly established his authority, fully displaying his regal demeanor. Under his leadership, the mystical communities of Italy and the Vatican had grown strictly hierarchical, with no one daring to show even a hint of disrespect toward the "leader."

"Excavate the Gorgoneion and present it to the King. Remember, this is an artifact of the most ancient goddess, a symbol of the primordial Mother Earth. It also serves as a marker guiding many goddesses toward the path of heresy. If you do not wish to draw the attention of a Heretic God and provoke a calamity, do not hold onto this object for long. Deliver it to the King promptly for safekeeping!"

Erica sternly warned everyone present. As an Italian, she did not want her homeland to attract the wrath of a powerful Heretic God.

Over the course of more than a year, she had come to understand Roy's character and way of handling things. He was not a tyrant who completely ignored ordinary people. If given time to prepare, he was willing to fight the Heretic God in uninhabited areas. As for the Tokyo incident, it was a matter of force majeure. When necessary, the "King" would act decisively even among innocent civilians. He was a paradoxical mix of cruelty and kindness.

Thus, it was essential to give the King more time for him to show his mercy.

"We understand, Diavolo Rosso! However, there is another matter concerning the King of Swords, Salvatore Doni…"

A high-ranking member of the Copper Black Cross addressed Erica with the title that made her proud but hesitated when mentioning King of Swords.

"Lord Salvatore's situation will be handled personally by the King. You do not need to concern yourselves! Unlike Lord Salvatore, King Roy is more mature. We must trust that the King will handle this matter perfectly."

Erica had unwavering faith in Roy. Even though he regarded her only as a lover and companion in bed, Erica had already come to see him as her true partner.

She could feel that, in their private moments, Roy held genuine affection for her. He respected her, never treating her as a mere outlet for his desires. This alone was enough for Erica to dedicate herself to him, body and soul.

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"Ahaha! My friend! Although we've never met, I miss you deeply!"

On the way to the Vatican, a Maybach sedan was forced to stop on the side of the street because a carefree and handsome young Italian man was blocking the road ahead.

Standing beside the young man was a knight in his thirties, who waited quietly like a butler. His head was slightly lowered, and he dared not look directly at the vehicle's rear seat.

In the back seat, dressed in a cardinal's robe, Roy opened his eyes and sighed helplessly as he adjusted the blinds in front of him.

This time, Roy had come to Italy for the Gorgoneion, and it seemed Salvatore Doni had finally caught up with him.

Since avoiding him was no longer an option, Roy chose to face him head-on. He ordered the sweating driver and entourage to open the car door, speaking in a calm and measured 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 maniac, nor did he seek the Heretic Gods simply to indulge in fighting. His goal was to strengthen himself to face future crises. Thus, he found Salvatore Doni's habit of picking fights at every turn somewhat distasteful.

Compared to relying on instinct in battle, Roy valued wisdom and knowledge. He firmly believed that human intellect and understanding were the cornerstones of human evolution and the prosperity of human reason. In many ways, his disposition was not well-suited to that of a typical Campione.

"My friend! You've finally agreed to see me. I was beginning to think I had offended you somehow!"

The blond, cheerful young man approached the car with a casual air and climbed in as if it were his own. The knight accompanying him sighed in resignation and took a seat beside Salvatore, assuming the role of a servant.

"Get to the point," Roy said bluntly. "I much prefer chasing after goddesses than dealing with you."

He already had a good idea of why Salvatore was here.