Multiverse's Holy Right

Before Erica and Liliana stood a woman in her forties, dressed in expensive yet understated attire. Though middle-aged, she was well-preserved and could easily be mistaken for someone in her early thirties at first glance.

Her expression was stern, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, giving her the air of a strict dormitory supervisor.

"This is the residence of Her Highness Alice, daughter of the Duke Goddodin! How dare you forcibly intrude upon this place?"

The middle-aged woman suppressed her anger as she demanded sharply.

Erica and Liliana exchanged another glance. Seeing that Roy, who was leisurely walking behind them, remained silent, they spoke on his behalf: "...And who might you be?"

"I am Her Highness Alice's steward and protector. And who are you? Why have you used such means to force your way into Princess Alice's residence?"

The steward quickly reined in her anger, refusing to lose her composure, but her eyes burned with hostility and deep wariness as she stared at Erica and Liliana.

Since she could be called Princess Alice's bodyguard, this female butler was no weakling. However, upon sensing the immense magical power contained within Erica and Liliana despite their young age, she was secretly astonished—these two girls who appeared to be in their teens were both Great Knights.

The title of Great Knight was bestowed only upon those who had reached the pinnacle in both swordsmanship and magic. Even Salvatore Doni, before becoming a Campione, couldn't attain this title due to his lack of talent in magic.

"I am Erica Blandelli of the Copper Black Cross, and this is Liliana Kranjcar of the Bronze Black Cross. I apologize for barging into Princess Alice's residence, but a great personage has arrived, and the princess should come forth to greet him!"

Erica stopped Liliana from speaking—she was far more skilled in such external negotiations. A confident, elegant smile graced her exquisitely beautiful face as she spoke with perfect courtesy.

Unlike Roy, the Campione, Erica's strength didn't allow her to act as she pleased. Now representing both Roy and the Copper Black Cross, she didn't want to be discourteous.

"Copper Black Cross? The Italian mage association... Are you the next successor who recently earned the title Crimson Devil? Then the great personage you mentioned must be..."

At this moment, the butler's expression finally changed. As the former chairman of the Greenwich Assembly's personal attendant, she was well-informed about the magic world. If this girl named Erica had recently begun serving the new king, then that meant...

Just as the butler was inwardly reeling in shock, Roy had already strolled leisurely up to the four-story palace-like building. He looked nothing like someone here to 'kidnap'—more like a tourist enjoying the scenery, even taking time to admire the flowers and plants in the garden.

"King Roy!"

Seeing Roy in person, matching the descriptions in intelligence reports exactly, the butler finally paled. She quickly suppressed all anger and bowed to greet the Demon King.

"For Princess Alice to have a butler as strong and loyal as you speaks volumes about her excellence."

Roy wore his strikingly vivid and ornate cardinal's robes, his right hand tucked into a specially designed pocket as he walked past Erica and Liliana to stand before the butler.

"Your praise overwhelms me, I merely—"

The butler had just begun her modest reply when Roy suddenly roared, "...If you knew I was coming, why hasn't Alice come to greet me?"

This was the height of capriciousness—Princess Alice had no knowledge of Roy's arrival, having received no prior notice, so how could she have come to greet him?

But the butler dared not refute. By now she had clutched her chest, where an agony that threatened to tear her heart apart had taken root.

This was the effect of Roy's Authority, Face of God. Though Roy hadn't actively invoked it, the butler had already been affected the moment she saw his face.

Roy's previous gentleness, amplified by his authority, had made the head maid feel as if bathed in a spring breeze. But his sudden fury was like the biting wind of winter—such an abrupt shift in mood, enhanced by his power, even caused this head maid, who possessed strength nearly equal to a Grand Knight, to suffer ruptured blood vessels.

Taking two deep breaths to soothe her body slightly, the head maid rasped, "...Please calm your anger, O King. I shall inform the princess at once!"

The Demon King's capriciousness was infamous. The head maid dared not defy him, nor even harbor the slightest trace of resentment.

"Insolence! Since I have come here to see her, must I still wait for an announcement?"

Roy personally demonstrated what it meant to be mercurial. His terrifying demeanor even made Liliana tremble in fear. Only Erica, who had lived with Roy for some time, knew there must be deeper meaning behind his actions, and so she stood obediently by his side, fulfilling her duty as a knight.

Those eerie dual pupils turned toward the head maid, and in an instant, she felt her soul, body, and even her mana begin to crumble. Starting from her toes, her entire body began to turn to salt—within moments, half of her had transformed into a pillar of salt.

This was the highest-tier Mystic Eye embedded within Roy's "Holy Right"—the "Eye of Sodom"!

Seeing this familiar authority, a flicker of imperceptible fear crossed Liliana's face. Back at the headquarters of the She-Wolf in Rome, Roy had nearly killed her mentor, the leader of the Bronze Black Cross, with just a glance.

"Please stop, King Roy! The Alice you seek has come to greet you!"

A woman's sharp cry rang out from not far behind the head maid. Her voice was lively, like a lark in an empty valley—clear and melodious, elegant yet tinged with anger.

A female figure materialized abruptly at the entrance of the building. She had beautiful platinum-blonde hair, a face enchanting enough to earn praise from any man, and an exceptionally graceful figure. Every movement exuded noble elegance, carrying the intoxicating charm of a highborn lady, like a bewitching perfume.

Yet now, this princess in the bloom of her twenties had her beauty marred by the anger on her face, her snow-white skin taut with tension.

"So you finally show yourself, Princess Alice! Hiding and spying from the shadows, sending only your head maid to test me—what audacity! To act so brazenly knowing a Demon King has arrived... It seems Alexander Gascoigne has given you the wrong impression."

"...Sage Princess, whose fame resounds across Europe, if your maid dies here, the blame shall fall entirely upon you—upon your decision to use her as a pawn in your little test."

Roy's piercing words flushed Alice's face with regret and shame, but even more terrifying was the fact that his dual pupils had now turned toward her.

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