Multiverse's Holy Right

"Ahhhhhhh—my wallet! My wallet's gone!"

On the streets of Athens, a girl who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old was being gawked at and pointed at by passersby.

But the girl paid no mind to the onlookers. She frantically patted herself down, searching every inch of her body, only to tragically realize that her wallet was indeed missing.

In this modern society, having no money meant being unable to take a single step forward.

"Hmm... Let me think, where did I lose my wallet during my travels? Uwaaaah, even if I remember where I dropped it, there's no way I can go back now!"

The girl bit her finger in distress, letting out a mournful cry.

The reason the citizens of Athens were staring and whispering wasn't just because of her exaggerated behavior—it was mainly due to her attire.

Her clothing was neither modern nor bore any Greek or Roman influences. If anything, it resembled the garb of the Huns from fifteen hundred years ago. In today's world, where cosplay is rampant, simply wearing strange clothes wouldn't have drawn this much attention. But her outfit looked tattered, even stained with blood, as if she had just survived a life-or-death battle.

Some busybodies had already secretly called the police. In modern society, the sight of blood—regardless of whether the girl was a perpetrator or a victim—was something best left to the authorities.

The stall owner in front of the girl wore an extremely unpleasant expression. Although the English spoken by the girl before him carried a thick Indian accent, he still understood one thing clearly—she had no money! 

[T/N: Bruh, the Indian accent was originally written as "curry flavoured," so I changed it. Fucking racist Chinese authors.]

Looking at the empty plates on his stall that had been devoured, the owner nearly cried as he said, "...We're just a small business. If you don't pay for what you've eaten, I'll have worked for nothing today."

This was only because the owner noticed the bloodstains on the girl's clothes, which didn't even seem fully dried yet, making him tread carefully out of fear. Had it been an ordinary traveler daring to skip out on the bill, he would likely have started cursing loudly.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm truly very sorry! I lost my wallet! But please rest assured, I will definitely pay! Just give me two days—I'll work to earn the money and pay you back!"

The girl clasped her hands together and bowed her head apologetically.

This girl was naturally Lady Aisha. She possessed an extremely troublesome Authority called Fairy's Corridor, an ability that allowed her to open doors to the past. With this Authority, Lady Aisha could travel back in time like a time-traveler.

This Authority had almost no combat capabilities, but the ability to return to the past was already incredible enough. The only tragic part was that Lady Aisha couldn't fully control it.

As a result, Fairy's Corridor often went out of control. It might activate on its own while she was sleeping or walking, transporting her and those nearby to ancient times. Only after enduring a grueling journey in the past could she find her way back to the modern era.

The reason Lady Aisha remained the most mysterious and elusive among the seven Campiones wasn't because she deliberately kept herself hidden, but because she was constantly and inexplicably dragged into the past by her own Authority. In other words, most of the time, Lady Aisha wasn't even in the present world—she was time-traveling in some ancient era, which was why she seemed so enigmatic.

This time, Lady Aisha had just returned from one such time-traveling episode, reappearing in Athens, Greece. Having gone through a great escape earlier, she was starving, and coupled with the poor food quality in ancient times, she had impulsively devoured everything at a random food stall. Only when it was time to pay did she realize her wallet had been left behind in the past—leading to the scene above.

Unlike the other Campiones, Lady Aisha was perhaps the least conscious of her status as one. If other Campiones encountered a lack of funds, Salvatore Doni would likely leave without paying, the Eastern Cult Leader might kill the shopkeeper if they nagged too much, and someone relatively conscientious like Annie Charlton might call a local magical association to settle the bill.

But Lady Aisha was different. She neither ran away from debts nor commanded magical associations to solve her problems as a King, nor would she resort to killing. She was an outlier among outliers among Campiones—one could even say she was the kindest and gentlest of them all. It was precisely because of this kindness that she could suppress the instinct of a Campione, preventing uncontrollable bloodlust toward Heretic Gods.

Working to pay back the money...

When the shop owner heard Lady Aisha's words, he was certain this beautiful girl was simply toying with him. He didn't believe for a second she'd work to repay the debt—in fact, he suspected this clearly Indian-looking girl didn't even have a visa!

Thinking this, the owner decisively pulled out his phone and called the police as well.

"Ahhh—please don't call the police! I beg you! I really will work to repay the money!"

As the girl clasped her hands in pleading, the impatient expression on the owner's face abruptly changed, gradually transforming into fanaticism. Simultaneously, the crowd surrounding them who had heard the girl's words also began exhibiting the same frenzied expressions.

"My Queen!! Let me pay for you!"

"My Queen!! How dare this man demand money from you—let us beat him to death!"

"My Queen, ah, you are so beautiful, like a deity from Greek mythology!"

"My Queen, please look at me, please just glance my way."

"No, no, how could I dare demand money from Her Majesty? My Queen, I offer all my wealth to you—just grant me one more glance."

The owner and onlookers shouted fervently.

"Ahhhhh—no, no, why does this keep happening again?!"

Lady Aisha clutched her hair and let out a despairing cry.

This Authority, called Charm or Curse, was usurped by Lady Aisha from the Sumerian goddess Ishtar. Once activated, her words carried a bewitching magic that turned all who heard them into fanatical devotees—willing even to die for her.

This Authority was nearly useless against Campiones and Heretic Gods, making it supremely impractical. Yet against ordinary people and average magicians, it was a devastating weapon. Unfortunately, Lady Aisha had no control over this Authority, which often activated inexplicably, bringing catastrophic consequences.

The goddess Inanna had suffered a tragic fate—killed once by Marquis Voban, who usurped her Authority as the underworld goddess Ereshkigal. Then slain again by Lady Aisha, who stole her Authority as the celestial goddess Ishtar.

Just as the situation spiraled toward collapse—with the potential for citywide riots in Athens—a man's voice rang out from a street corner: "...Everyone, look here!"

His words carried potent spiritual force. Though merely magic compared to Lady Aisha's Authority, it instantly seized the consciousness of everyone present.

The crowd turned toward the voice and saw a man in cardinal robes standing at the street's center. His expression radiated serenity and compassion, like a priest listening to congregants' prayers. The moment their gazes fell upon his face, Lady Aisha's Authority dissipated, replaced by another.

"O Lord! Your faithful servant witnesses Your descent here—this is paradise!"

"O Lord! You have bestowed Your child upon us—this is the Son of God, the Holy One. Your flock shall worship here, offering our devotion."

"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. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen!"

Under Lady Aisha's stunned gaze, the people who had been fervently hailing her as their queen moments ago transformed into devout followers of the Cross.

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