Multiverse's Holy Right

"I never expected Guinevere to be so generous—this truly surprises me. Your feelings for the Last King run deeper than I imagined."

Roy sighed in admiration. For the sake of the Last King, the former goddess was willing to submit herself to Campione, her sworn enemy. Regardless of Guinevere's personality or character, this depth of emotion alone was enough to make one marvel.

"If I didn't know that your feelings for the Last King were friendship rather than love, I'd say this was true love."

Roy, who could peer into the past, naturally knew of the events between Guinevere, once a goddess, and the Last King.

Roy's "Clairvoyance" allowed him to look back in time, but that didn't mean he could know everything from the past. The expanse of time was far too vast for him to scrutinize every detail. He only delved into specific moments when necessary, uncovering secrets as needed.

"'The Last King' suffers too much. He is trapped in an endless cycle of slaying demon kings and falling into slumber. Each time he awakens, he loses his power and must wander the earth, drawing upon the essence of the earth goddesses to gradually regain his strength before facing the Demon Kings. This period of wandering is unbearably long and lonely. And before he fully recovers, he has been defeated many times by Campiones, enduring painful wounds."

"...I couldn't bear to see him suffer like this any longer. So, I sacrificed myself to store the essence of the Earth Mother Goddess for him, ensuring that upon awakening, he would regain his full strength and slay the demon kings as swiftly as possible, sparing him the lonely wandering... Moreover, with each awakening, the heat from his very being stirs volcanic activity. If he remains active for too long, it would bring ruin to the world's living beings. The King is merciful—he does not wish suffering upon them, so he did not oppose my proposal."

Guinevere spoke softly, her eyes flickering with pity for the Last King.

"So you pity him, yet you sacrifice your own kin for his sake?"

Athena sneered, her gaze growing increasingly furious as she watched Guinevere. If not for Roy's plans, she would have already struck down this Divine Ancestor.

Even if she couldn't truly kill Guinevere, she would have ensured she remained incapacitated for decades, forced to await resurrection.

"Lady Athena, even without me, the Earth Mother Goddesses would have perished. The King would have taken their essence for his own—it is his destiny. I merely hastened the process."

Guinevere replied calmly, neither submissive nor defiant. Though she, too, was once a humiliated Earth Mother Goddess, she showed no empathy for her kin. Instead, she joined in their slaughter—in a way, she was a resolute traitor.

"Still, Guinevere, you truly are remarkable. The Last King once slew a Campione in England—a tale that only circulated among the people. Yet in the Middle Ages, you adapted this legend into the Arthurian Legend, casting yourself as Queen Guinevere, ensuring the myth you crafted would be passed down through generations. You sought to awaken the Last King by invoking the legend of King Arthur. Even I must admire such ingenuity."

Roy gently clapped his hands in applause for Guinevere. This Divine Ancestor had truly pushed the world's rules to their limits. Since myths were woven by humans, she had used her long lifespan to actively weave myths, even incorporating herself into them.

After centuries of development, the false king "King Arthur" had become real.

"But I failed. Four years ago, I attempted to summon King Arthur using the Heretic God summoning ritual, but nothing appeared. To find the King's final resting place, it seems only more orthodox methods will suffice."

Guinevere sighed, her delicate frame and melancholic expression appearing pitiful—the kind that easily stirred men's protective instincts.

"Lord Roy, I wonder if we can proceed as agreed. You tell me the resting place of the King, and I offer this body for your pleasure. As the fallen goddess and wife of King Arthur, I believe this should satisfy you, the Demon King."

Guinevere spoke with a flirtatious tone, her smile sweet and noble as she deliberately displayed her petite figure. For the sake of the Last King, she had truly steeled her heart.

"Shameless fallen goddess! No—other earth mothers fell by necessity, but you chose this path willingly. I feel ashamed to share the title of Earth Mother with you!"

Athena's anger flared, her adorable face flushing crimson.

"Well then, 'Better to die under the peony than live as a ghost without romance,'" Roy remarked with a carefree laugh.

If Roy were to tell Guinevere the location of the Last King now and let her wake him, Roy—who was completely unprepared—would undoubtedly be killed by the Last King. Trading a single night with Guinevere for his own life would be an utterly terrible deal.

Guinevere was beautiful, but not to the point where Roy would exchange his life for her.

"So, let's change the proposal. Guinevere, you let me see the Holy Grail, and in return, I'll tell you the location where the Last King slumbers. How does that sound?"

Roy smoothly shifted the topic to the main point—this was his true objective!

"That simple?"

Guinevere immediately grew wary. If Roy had demanded her body in exchange, she could have dismissed him as an arrogant lecher. But merely asking to see the Holy Grail in return for revealing the Last King's resting place? A deal that seemed overwhelmingly in her favor only made Guinevere distrust it.

"That simple. However, I'll also reduce my side of the bargain—I'll tell you the general region where the Last King slumbers, but not the exact location!"

A faint glint of cunning flashed in Roy's eyes as he subtly activated his Authority, The Face of God, and smiled.

Because Roy wasn't forcibly distorting Guinevere's will but merely guiding her thoughts along her own inclinations, she didn't notice his Authority at work. Sure enough, after only a brief hesitation, she yielded to her heart—her unwavering obsession with the Last King—and said, "...Very well. Then I shall allow Lord Roy to see the true Holy Grail, and in return, you will tell me the region where the King slumbers!"

Though she wouldn't learn the precise location, in Guinevere's eyes, knowing the general area was more than enough.

She had searched for the Last King for centuries—a few more decades of searching meant nothing to her.

Guinevere was decisive. Once she made up her mind, she acted immediately, lowering her head and rapidly chanting spirit words.

Suddenly, an immense surge of magical energy erupted—so dense it was nearly solidified, surpassing even the combined curse power of over a dozen Campiones. It was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, a tsunami about to crash. This viscous, tangible magic gathered within a single cup.

A golden radiance illuminated the streets of Manhattan Island as Roy's gaze locked onto the Holy Grail manifesting before Guinevere.

Contrary to common imagination, the Holy Grail was nearly as tall as a person, just slightly shorter than Roy. Rather than a cup, it resembled a massive trophy.

This was the legendary Holy Grail of the 180th World—a condensed mass of magical energy, just like the Holy Grail of the Type-Moon world in Roy's memories!

The reason Roy hadn't simply seized the Holy Grail despite knowing Guinevere possessed it was because the Grail was part of her very being. As an Earth Mother Goddess, she had forged this sacred relic from her own divinity, divine authority, and physical form. Its sole purpose was to store the Earth's essence upon the death of an Earth Mother Goddess, allowing the Last King to immediately activate the Oath upon resurrection and obtain invincible power.

Over the course of a thousand years, this Holy Grail had absorbed the essence of at least twenty Earth Mother Goddesses.

Each time the Last King completed his mission, he would infuse the essence back into the Holy Grail before falling into slumber once more, awaiting his next awakening. As more and more Earth Mother Goddesses were absorbed by the Holy Grail, its magical power grew increasingly stronger, forming a virtuous cycle.

Since the Holy Grail itself was originally formed from Guinevere's first body, it could be considered a part of her. Therefore, unless Guinevere willingly brought it forth, no one could possibly find the Holy Grail.

Now, this legendary relic had appeared before Roy's eyes.

The Demon King who had slain gods suddenly grinned ferociously. Roy's right hand emerged from the pocket woven from the Shroud of Turin, and a bizarre, mosaic-like distortion manifested around his right shoulder.

As Guinevere's expression drastically changed, Roy's right hand assumed the posture of gripping a sword while he chanted the spell: "...Who is like the beast? Who can wage war against it?"

"Thou... art guilty!!"

A blood-red cruciform longsword appeared in Roy's right hand, then instantly extended, slashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.

"Uncle!!"

Seeing Roy attack almost without giving anyone time to react, Guinevere screamed for her guardian deity.

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