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Aisha sobbed quietly nearby, yet no one stepped forward to comfort her. On the contrary, everyone—including Annie Charlton—kept their distance warily, fearing another rampage from this most troublesome Campione's authority. After all, traveling back to ancient times wasn't exactly anyone's idea of a pleasant trip.

"Lady Aisha, while returning to the primitive tribal era isn't exactly a nostalgic journey, there's no need to be so upset. What's past is past. Now that we're back in the modern age, there's no point dwelling on it."

Roy approached Aisha to console her.

"Waaah, Master really is the best after all!"

Seeing everyone else avoiding her while only Roy came close to offer comfort, Aisha couldn't help but throw herself forward, embracing Roy as her sobs grew even more pitiful.

Roy patted her fragrant shoulder, feeling the softness pressing against him from this Campione's chest as if comforting a little girl—though his expression held a hint of awkwardness.

While others avoided Aisha out of fear her authority might run wild again, only Roy knew the truth: this time, the rampage had nothing to do with her. It was entirely caused by the "mysterious object" in Roy's right hand. Based on his calculations, Aisha's authority, "Fairy's Corridor," typically went out of control only once every three to five years.

Given that barely a month had passed since Aisha's last return from her ancient travels, unless she actively used this authority, she should be completely safe for at least three years.

Still, Roy saw no need to explain. If everyone wanted to blame Aisha, so be it—her personality meant she wouldn't care anyway. Right now, Roy just hoped the "mysterious ship" in his right hand wouldn't cause any more trouble.

Though that mysterious space capable of crossing worlds could grant wishes, its methods were unconventional. It only provided the materials to fulfill a wish—whether one succeeded still depended on their own efforts.

This time, Roy had wished to find a mentor to help him overcome his close-combat weaknesses and lack of willpower. But achieving this came at a cost—years of life-and-death battles with Scáthach still made his kidneys ache at the memory.

Of course, his efforts bore fruit beyond just conquering his flaws. The unexpected joy of earning Scáthach's trust and the privilege of touching her body was its own reward.

"But Master, where exactly did you go? We searched for you forever in that primitive society but couldn't find you."

Aisha, ever the airhead, quickly brightened after her brief sorrow. Wiping her eyes, she resumed her self-appointed role as Roy's maid, voicing the question that also weighed on Athena and Annie Charlton's minds.

"Perhaps your authority malfunctioned, Lady Aisha. Unlike you, I didn't return to any so-called primitive era—I ended up during the age when Celtic myths were still unfolding."

Roy wasn't lying. He had indeed gone to the Land of Shadows, which could be considered part of Celtic mythology—except the Shadow Realm he visited existed in another world entirely.

"I see. So you spent time with Celtic heroes during that era, which explains such profound changes in you."

Athena showed an expression of sudden realization. Just as Greek mythology was filled with countless heroic epics, Celtic myths also boasted numerous tales of warriors. She assumed Roy had returned to the era when the Fianna Knights roamed the land, riding across battlefields alongside Celtic heroes and being influenced by those brave warriors, thus accounting for his current transformation.

However, this change was ultimately positive—one that the Goddess of Wisdom both recognized and gladly accepted. Therefore, Athena didn't press further on the matter.

Having spent years gallivanting across ancient Ireland, Roy must have had some extraordinary adventures. But if he chose not to share those stories, no one dared to force him.

No one else found anything amiss either. Lady Aisha's authorities were already a chaotic mess, and sending different people to different time periods during teleportation seemed like normal operations to the uninformed. Even Aisha herself didn't notice Roy's evasiveness.

"Well, regardless, we've finally returned. As modern people, this little trip back to primitive society was quite an amusing experience. I must say, Lady Aisha, I truly admire you—traveling back to ancient times every now and then, and being forced into it at that. It's impressive how you've maintained such a cheerful disposition."

Annie Charlton concluded with these words, casting a rather sympathetic look at Aisha. The experience of returning to primitive society wasn't as lighthearted as her casual tone suggested. For someone accustomed to modern comforts, being forced to live for years in an era devoid of everything could only be described as suffering.

Annie Charlton wasn't one of those overworked, downtrodden office drones who fantasized about returning to ancient times to flaunt their knowledge and experience for achievements. As a Campione who already reigned supreme in modern society, she had no need to seek validation from ancient people.

"Mr. Roy, since we've returned, let's not dwell on the details. None of us are in the best shape right now. Allow me to play host first—rest and recuperate before you return to Europe."

Annie Charlton offered her suggestion.

"Much obliged, Mr. John!"

Roy addressed her by her alias and nodded slightly in agreement.

The current Roy indeed needed a proper bath, a hearty meal, and to reclaim all the comforts he'd missed during his years in the Shadow Land.

...

On the shores of Lake Washington in Seattle, USA, stood an exceptionally luxurious villa. This ultra-modern, high-tech residence had previously belonged to a certain world-famous billionaire but was temporarily commandeered by Erica in the name of Roy, her King, to serve as his North American residence.

Not just any so-called billionaire—even the President of the United States could only bow and scrape before an earthly demon king like Roy. For what Roy wielded was true power, not the illusory trappings of wealth and authority.

The reason for temporarily commandeering this villa wasn't because of its luxury, but because the world's richest man had built an aquarium-like giant fish tank in his villa, perfect for housing the true form of the Divine Ancestor Asherah.

After freshening up and changing into casual homewear, Roy sat on a technologically stylish sofa crafted by a famous Italian furniture artisan. Sipping his coffee, he gazed at the wall before him.

This wall was made of thick bulletproof glass, behind which lay a massive aquarium-style tank containing seaweed, coral, rocks, and other intricate decorations. A beautiful white serpent measuring fifty meters in length coiled within the 'tank', its goddess-like serpentine head staring at Roy through the glass.

"What a magnificent body, Divine Ancestor Asherah!"

Roy couldn't help but praise the white serpent before him. 'Beauty' was universal, and even as a human, Roy had to offer his admiration for Asherah's draconic-serpent form.

The shimmering silver-white scales, the graceful serpentine body, and the perfectly curved, supremely noble serpent head truly embodied the essence of a Serpent Goddess.

For a moment, Roy suddenly thought it wouldn't be so bad to play the role of Xu Xian for once.

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