Multiverse's Holy Right

"...Future life conscripted?!"

Erica couldn't help but exclaim in a rising tone, her face tense with nervousness.

This... this confession-like statement threw Erica into disarray, stirring up feelings of anger and jealousy as if something that belonged to her had been snatched away. Her gaze toward Alice even turned somewhat unfriendly.

Beside Erica, Liliana didn't have as many complicated thoughts. After all, she hadn't spent much time with Roy yet and was simply left dizzy by his bold declaration. The romance-novel-loving girl's mind overflowed with Mary Sue scenarios.

Alice was also momentarily stunned by Roy's words. However, as the former chairman of the Greenwich Assembly, she was no stranger to extraordinary situations. Though her heartbeat quickened slightly at Roy's audacious statement, she was far from making a fuss.

Composing herself, she pressed her soft pink lips together and smiled. "...King Roy, is this your way of confessing to me? A bold declaration from a King—even I must handle it carefully and dare not outright refuse."

Her tone was playful, but Roy's expression remained serious as he replied, "...This isn't a confession. It's an order! Had I not encountered a beautiful woman like Princess Alice, it would be one thing. But since I have and felt my heart stir, as a King, it's my right to fill my harem with beauties."

His shameless words left Alice momentarily speechless. A mix of embarrassment and irritation flashed across her face—such unreasonable, unconventional yet earnest 'confession' was something she'd never encountered before.

"My King, I implore you to think carefully about such a lifelong matter! You're still young, and being drawn to older women is understandable. But you should resist a witch's temptations with a monarch's willpower!"

Erica was the first to oppose this 'confession.' She spoke with conviction and an upright demeanor, like a minister offering 'remonstrance' to guide their emperor onto the correct path.

Meanwhile, she secretly wondered: Why did the King behave so formally toward her and Liliana, treating them like ordinary retainers, yet act so boldly upon meeting Princess Alice? Could it be that the King preferred older women?

Judging by age alone, Alice appeared five or six years older than Roy.

Erica's malice darkened Alice's expression. No woman likes to be called old. She threw off the covers and jumped out of bed in her nightgown. Her long inactivity had left her body weak and unaccustomed to movement, yet she refused Roy's supporting hand, determined to stand on her own through sheer willpower.

"Roy, the King, since you have healed my body, it is only right that I serve you in return. Otherwise, people would say I lack gratitude. However, I do have one request..."

Alice leaned against the bed, her tone reserved, her demeanor elegant and noble like a dignified lady, exuding the authority of one born to rule.

"I know what you want—to have me lift the authority from your maid."

As Roy spoke, he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. "...Done. The authority of the Eye of Sodom has been lifted. Someone as astute as you, Princess, must have realized long ago that I came here not to kill, but to compel you to perform the ritual. Of course, should you refuse, there will indeed be a newspaper report aof massacre in London's affluent district."

Roy's words, spoken with remarkable gentleness, carried a chilling threat.

Alice let out a bitter laugh. "...Truly, a Demon King. This capricious attitude is no different from all other Campiones. Rumor has it that the Eastern Cult Leader is even more brutal—those who hear her divine voice must have their ears cut off, and those who see her divine face must have their eyes gouged out. Though you do not employ such cruel methods, the fear you instill pierces straight to the soul, surpassing even hers."

"...So, Roy, the King, when do we depart?"

At first, Alice's expression was one of bitter resignation, but by the end, she had become almost eager. She excitedly moved her body back and forth, as if reacquainting herself with the sensation of physical movement. Her elegant, noble eyes brimmed with anticipation for what was to come.

"As I thought, Princess Alice, you're someone who thrives on chaos. People like you have no concept of good or evil. Even if the world were to end tomorrow, you'd be eager to witness the spectacle of its destruction, wouldn't you?"

Roy saw right through Alice's nature—she was a woman who reveled in turmoil. The more chaotic and dangerous the situation, the more it piqued her interest.

"Please do not slander a lady so. I am merely curious about the unknown, not seeking personal amusement in these affairs."

Alice smiled sweetly, yet beneath that flawless, gentle smile lurked a hint of darkness.

Then, with decisive efficiency, the princess picked up the nearby telephone and began arranging their next steps, all the while complaining, "...There are downsides to using my real body too. I can no longer travel anywhere in the world in an instant. The Far East—that's going to be such a long flight."

Soon enough, Alice had everything in England settled and a private jet prepared at the airport.

She set down the antique-looking landline phone and turned to face Roy, her crimson lips parting slightly as she smiled with a coquettish charm, "...King Roy, I need to change into something more suitable for action. I hope you can be a gentleman and step aside for a moment."

"No need. Princess Alice, you can change right here. With Erica and Liliana present, there's no way I could do anything to you. Besides, changing in front of me will help you get used to it a little."

"Get used to what?"

Alice's heart suddenly skipped a beat, an uneasy feeling creeping up on her.

"The chronic ailment in your body can't be cured with just one use of my authority. It requires follow-up treatments—just like the mouth-to-mouth therapy we did before. Of course, for a complete recovery, we might need to get a little more... intimately acquainted."

Roy laughed heartily. With a woman like her, you couldn't afford to yield an inch. You had to take the initiative and assert dominance, or else she'd lead you by the nose. No wonder Alexander Gascoigne had been left helpless by her.

Of course, this so-called treatment was all a ruse. His authority could be activated with even the slightest physical contact. But Roy also wanted to play the role of a 'demon king' for once, casting aside his past principles to learn from his father's legendary ways with women.

The difference was, Aleister would accept any woman who came his way, while Roy only indulged in the finest delicacies—even if it meant expending more effort.

Erica and Liliana were flustered by Roy's words, while Alice gritted her teeth in silence. Eventually, her hands moved to the buttons of her nightgown, undoing them one by one to reveal her exquisite figure.

This man's capriciousness left her no choice.

...

Deep in the Alps stood a villa that seemed plucked from a fairy tale. A silver-haired old man sat before a fireplace, savoring a steaming cup of fragrant tea.

"My new kin is quite the audacious and unrestrained young man. It reminds me of that foolish sword-wielding boy. Two years ago, that fool stole my prey, and now another youngster is trying to take my toys. It seems if I don't stretch my limbs, they'll never learn to respect their elders."

The old man slowly set down his teacup and rose to his feet. His frame was robust, his spirit vigorous, dressed like a kindly old gentleman. Yet his emerald-green eyes gleamed with the ruthlessness and cunning of a wolf.

"...Still, I should thank the young man for his efforts. That little girl residing in England can actually move now. With her added to the mix, my new ritual won't need to wait a few more years—it can be held right away."

A cruel smile curled on the old man's lips as he commanded, "...Prepare the plane for me."

...

Meanwhile, in a countryside art gallery in England, a noble-looking man stared at the intelligence report in his hands. His face remained expressionless as he crumpled it, an inexplicable discomfort settling in his chest.

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