Multiverse's Holy Right

Watching Roy so effortlessly recruit Lady Aisha, Erica, Liliana, and the Athenian magician couldn't help but marvel.

As the next leader of the Copper Black Cross and the head of Athens' magical association respectively, Erica and the magician were true masters of manipulation. For someone like Lady Aisha, they had a hundred different ways to deceive and persuade her.

However, neither of them dared to do so, for Lady Aisha was a Campione—a Demon King of the Earth, a King whom humans could never oppose.

No matter how a Campione's personality might be, no matter how easily deceived or manipulated they might seem, ordinary magicians would never dare attempt such a thing. Countless years of history had proven one thing: any magician or magical organization that dared to exploit a Campione would meet a tragic end in the end.

Especially with a Campione like Lady Aisha, who was akin to a natural disaster. Magicians would rather stay far away from her—who would dare to engage with her, let alone try to manipulate her? Just a few words exchanged with Lady Aisha, and one might already be toyed to death by her rampaging authority.

Seeing Roy successfully coax Lady Aisha to his side, the magicians of Athens instead felt a sense of relief, as if a calamity had finally been restrained. At the very least, with Lady Aisha by Roy's side as a King, the disasters she brought upon the world would likely be much smaller.

"Lady Aisha, why did you suddenly appear in Athens?"

After keeping Lady Aisha by his side, Roy no longer treated her with the same excessive reverence as before. Instead, he spoke to her much more casually.

"Most of the time, the portals that bring me back from ancient times to the modern era should appear in the same location. But occasionally, there are mishaps, and the portals open randomly in various corners of the world."

Hearing Roy's question, Lady Aisha replied somewhat awkwardly.

The authority of the Fairy's Corridor was uncontrollable and prone to sudden rampages, often transporting Lady Aisha to some ancient era. The portal created during these rampages would remain in place, and occasionally, unlucky ordinary people who stumbled into it would also travel back in time.

But unlike in those wish-fulfillment novels, in this world, any human who traveled back to ancient times—no matter how brilliant a scientist they were or how much advanced technology they possessed—would be unable to change history. If they dared to alter the past, the historical correction force of the Netherworld's Library of Plutarch would intervene, ensuring history returned to its proper course. In other words, anyone who traveled back in time could do nothing—either live an ordinary, uneventful life or meet a tragic end midway.

'It's likely that the presence of the Heretic Goddess Athena attracted Lady Aisha's instincts as a Campione, causing the return location of the corridor to shift.'

There was a powerful attraction between Heretic Gods and Campiones—destined to meet under fate's arrangement.

"That's why I insist I'm definitely not 150 years old. Most of my time has been spent traveling in ancient eras. Sometimes, when I return, a long time has passed. Actually, I'm only in my fifties—just in my fifties!"

Women always cared about their age, and Lady Aisha was still refuting Roy's earlier incorrect estimate of her age.

"Fifty is still an old woman," Roy muttered under his breath, though he made sure Lady Aisha didn't hear him.

"Lady Aisha, you look quite disheveled. Did something happen in ancient times? Did you encounter a Heretic God or perhaps an ancient Campione?"

Lady Aisha currently didn't look well at all—clearly injured. In this world, the only ones capable of injuring a Campione were either Heretic Gods or other Campiones, which was why Roy asked the question.

"Hmm... I ran into some super troublesome trouble."

Lady Aisha said with a troubled expression, "...This time, I returned to Gaul 1,500 years ago. Due to a rampage of my authorities, I ended up with a large group of followers. At that time, these people were fighting against enemies, and because I helped heal them, I somehow gained the reputation of a 'Saintess.' It was precisely this reputation that attracted a Campione called 'Sword of Mars.'"

"Sword of Mars? The Scourge of God, Attila?"

Roy's interest was piqued by Lady Aisha's words. Attila the Hun was a figure who struck terror across all of Europe. Legends spoke of Attila wielding a sword of the war god, with which he crushed Europe into submission.

Roy hadn't expected Attila in this world's history to be a Campione, but it made sense. If he weren't a Campione, how could he have established such a vast empire, dominating across Eurasia? Even from his title alone, one could guess that the first god he slew was the Roman god of war, Mars—known as Ares in Greek.

Not long after the Scourge of God died, his vast empire collapsed. If that empire had been held together by the power of a Campione, then its rapid disintegration after Attila's death was only natural.

As for how Attila died, there was no need to guess—he was undoubtedly slain by the Last King.

"I don't know if that person was Attila himself or if he created Attila, but that Campione found me. That man was extremely fond of women—he already had twelve wives, yet he still proposed to me. I refused, but since I couldn't defeat him, I had no choice but to flee everywhere. Eventually, during my escape, I ended up returning here."

As she spoke, Lady Aisha suddenly froze. She crossed her arms defensively and looked at Roy with suspicion, "...Wait, could it be that Mr. Roy, you're also planning to make a move on me, which is why you made me your maid?!"

"And if I said yes, what would you do, Lady Aisha?"

Roy teased.

"Hmm... I probably can't beat you either, so I'd have no choice but to keep running away! Who knows, maybe while running, I'd end up in some ancient era again."

As she spoke, Lady Aisha's eyes darted around as if genuinely searching for an escape route.

"Don't worry, Lady Aisha. I have no interest in you for now, so there's no need to run. Just stay obediently by my side and avoid causing trouble for others."

"Now that you say that, Mr. Roy, I feel even worse. Those words are truly heartbreaking for a beautiful maiden like me."

Lady Aisha clutched her chest, putting on an exaggerated expression of sorrow.

Roy rolled his eyes, too lazy to humor her. Women were always like this—no matter what you said, they'd always have some excuse.

"Alright, my lady, go change your clothes first. After that, we'll leave Athens and head to North America!"

Roy instructed Aisha, then turned to the magician nearby, "...You, go find Lady Aisha some suitable clothes."

"Please wait a moment, Your Majesties! I'll handle it right away!"

The Athenian magician nearly jumped for joy upon hearing that Roy and Lady Aisha were finally leaving. These two harbingers of trouble were at last on their way out.

After meeting Lady Aisha, Roy suddenly lost all interest in further amusement and decided to head straight to North America to meet the Campione of the United States—while also searching for the object that had piqued his interest: the Holy Grail.

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