A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

"Ahhh! My wallet, my wallet is gone!"

On the streets of Athens, a girl who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old was attracting a lot of attention as people surrounded her, pointing and whispering.

However, the girl didn't seem to care about their stares. She was preoccupied, rummaging through her clothes. After searching every pocket and patting down her entire body, she finally realized with despair that her wallet was truly missing.

In this modern society, being without money meant you could hardly move a step forward.

"Hmm... Let me think, where did I lose it during my trip? Ugh... Even if I figure out where it is, I can't go back and get it!"

The girl showed a distressed expression as she bit down on her fingers, groaning miserably.

The citizens of Athens who were pointing and whispering weren't only drawn by her odd behavior. Her peculiar attire also made her stand out.

Her clothes didn't resemble any modern style, nor did they have any connection to Greek or Roman designs. If anything, her outfit looked like something the Huns might have worn 1,500 years ago. While unusual clothing alone wouldn't attract such attention in today's world, where cosplay is common, her appearance had another shocking detail—her clothes were in tatters and stained with blood, as though she had just escaped from a life-or-death situation.

Some onlookers, concerned for the girl's wellbeing (or suspicious of her involvement in something sinister), discreetly called the police. In modern times, seeing someone covered in blood—whether victim or perpetrator—was enough to warrant an official investigation.

Meanwhile, the owner of a food stall in front of her was looking more and more upset. Although the girl's English carried a thick Indian accent, he managed to understand the most important point: she had no money. (T/N: What's wrong with Indian accent? Its much easier to understand than British accent. Also in the raws they called it "curry-flavored" accent so I changed it.)

Looking at the empty plates and the remains of what had been a full stock of food, the stall owner almost wept.

"...We're just a small business! If you don't pay for what you ate, my entire day's work will be for nothing."

The stall owner wasn't scolding her too harshly—he noticed the bloodstains on her clothes and, fearing she might be dangerous, chose his words carefully. Otherwise, a freeloading customer like her would have been kicked out or cursed at already.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" The girl clasped her hands together, bowing deeply. "I lost my wallet! But please don't worry—I promise I'll pay you back! Just give me two days, and I'll work to earn the money I owe you!"

This girl, of course, was Madame Aisha.

She possessed an infamously troublesome authority called Fairy's Corridor, an ability that allowed her to open a portal to the past. Like a time traveler, Madame Aisha could journey to ancient eras using this authority.

Although this authority was almost entirely useless in combat, its ability to bridge time was incredible. The unfortunate part was that Madame Aisha could not fully control it.

As a result, the Fairy's Corridor often acted on its own. It could activate without warning—whether while she was sleeping or simply walking—whisking her and any nearby individuals to a different time period. Once trapped in the past, Madame Aisha would have to endure all kinds of hardships before finding her way back to the present.

This erratic ability was the main reason Madame Aisha was considered the most mysterious of the seven Campiones. She wasn't intentionally elusive; she simply spent most of her time trapped in ancient eras. Her sporadic appearances in the present made her seem enigmatic.

This time, Madame Aisha had just returned from one such temporal misadventure. Her return point happened to be Athens, Greece. Exhausted from a harrowing escape and famished from the bland meals of the ancient world, she immediately sought out food.

Unfortunately, her modern wallet had been left behind in the past. After finishing a hearty meal from a street vendor, she realized the predicament she was in, leading to the current scene.

Unlike the other Campiones, Madame Aisha lacked the domineering demeanor typically associated with her kind.

If Salvatore Doni were in her situation, he would have likely laughed it off, left without paying, and called it a day. The Eastern Cult Leader, irritated by the shopkeeper's demands, might have resorted to violence. Meanwhile, someone like Annie Charlton might have contacted a local magic association to cover the cost.

But Madame Aisha was different. She wouldn't flee without paying, nor would she use her status as a "King" to command the magic assocations to handle the problem. She certainly wouldn't harm anyone.

Madame Aisha was an outlier among Campiones, a truly unique figure. Her gentle and kind nature often led others to describe her as the most compassionate and least violent of the seven.

In fact, it was her kindness that enabled her to suppress the Campione's natural instinct to harbor uncontrollable animosity toward Heretic Gods.

Working to pay back the money...

When the boss heard what Madame Aisha said, he was sure that this beautiful girl was just teasing him. He didn't believe that the girl could work to pay back the money. He even suspected that this girl, who looked Indian, didn't even have a visa!

Thinking of this, the boss decisively took out his mobile phone and called the police.

"Ahhh——don't call the police, please! I will really work to pay you back!"

As the girl put her hands together and pleaded, the boss, who had originally looked impatient, suddenly became more and more enthusiastic. At the same time, the crowd around her who heard the girl's words also became as crazy as the boss.

"My Queen!! I'll pay for you!"

"Your Majesty, Queen! How dare this man ask you for money? Let us beat him to death!"

"My Queen, you are so beautiful, just like a god in Greek mythology!"

"My Queen, please look at me, please look at me."

"No, no, how dare I ask the Queen for money? My Queen, I am willing to give you all my property, just hope you can look at me more."

The boss and the onlookers around shouted enthusiastically.

"Ahhh——no, no, why has it become like this again?"

Madame Aisha held her head in her hands and cried out in distress.

This authority is called The Queen's Curse, an authority Madame Aisha usurped from the Sumerian god Ishtar. Once she activates this authority, her words become imbued with enchanting magic, causing everyone who hears them to become fanatical believers, even willing to sacrifice their lives for her.

This authority is almost useless against Campiones and Heretic Gods, essentially a superfluous ability. However, for ordinary humans and magicians, it is a deadly weapon. Unfortunately, Madame Aisha is unable to control this authority, and it often activates inexplicably, leading to catastrophic consequences.

The god Inanna also had a tragic fate. She was killed once by Marquis Voban, who usurped her authority as the underworld goddess Ereshkigal. Later, she was killed again by Madame Aisha, who usurped her authority as the sky goddess Ishtar.

Just when the situation was spiraling out of control and there was a risk of a riot engulfing Athens, a man's voice rang out from the corner of the street:

"...Look here!"

The voice carried a strong magic-like power. Although not as potent as Madame Aisha's authority, it was a form of magic that instantly snapped everyone out of their frenzy.

The people on the street turned toward the source of the voice and saw a man in a cardinal's robe standing in the middle of the street. His expression was peaceful and compassionate, like a priest listening to the prayers of his congregation. When everyone's gaze fell upon his face, Madame Aisha's authority was nullified and replaced by another authority.

"Lord, your devout believers rejoice at your presence. This is heaven!"

"Lord, you have given us your child, the Son of God, the Holy Son. Your lambs must worship here and offer their piety to you."

"Praise the Lord!"

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever and ever. Amen!"

Under Madame Aisha's stunned gaze, the crowd that had previously been shouting her praises as a queen now became devout Christians, chanting prayers with fervor.