Multiverse's Holy Right

"Haneda Airport reminds you that, due to unknown reasons, all flights are currently grounded. Please await further announcements for specific departure times..."

"Haneda Airport reminds you..."

The sudden flight suspension filled the airport terminal with complaints, though the grumbling quickly died down. For frequent flyers, delayed departures were already the norm, hardly worth excessive frustration. Still, a complete halt of all flights was relatively rare, usually only occurring during severe weather conditions.

"Ah!! The flights are canceled! We were supposed to go to Kyushu for a baseball tournament. Who knows how long it'll take to get there now."

A tall Japanese teenager let out a dejected sigh, looking utterly disheartened.

"Excuse me, you're blocking our path. Could you step aside for a moment?"

Just as the boy was wallowing in despair, he suddenly heard a haughty yet melodious voice behind him—one that easily evoked thoughts of 'grandeur.' However, the speaker's Japanese was overly precise, lacking the casual fluency of a native.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Habitually, the boy bowed repeatedly and quickly moved out of the way.

Only then did he catch sight of the girl behind him. As expected, she wasn't Japanese but a foreigner with smooth golden hair. Tall and elegant, she stood out in the airport, dressed in a striking red gown that clashed with everyone else's attire. Yet, this very incongruity accentuated her beauty. When she appeared, even the surrounding noise seemed to fade unconsciously, and many men's gazes naturally gravitated toward her.

'What a beautiful girl... though she seems injured?'

The boy's eyes flashed with admiration, but he noticed the foreign girl's pale complexion and the faint scars on her delicate wrists—likely knife wounds. He couldn't imagine what hardships she had endured.

However, he soon averted his gaze, as the girl's piercing, sword-like glare sent a chilling wave of fear through him.

"Your Majesty, the path has been cleared. Please proceed!"

Erica used her imposing presence to part the crowd for Roy, bowing her head like a medieval knight before her lord, her tone reverent.

The girl's peculiar demeanor and striking beauty drew many gazes.

At that moment, people in the airport terminal noticed the even more eye-catching young man behind her, accompanied by three other girls.

The youthful boy wore an elaborate and magnificent cardinal's robe, looking more like a cosplay outfit. Around him stood three other girls: a silver-haired foreign woman resembling the earlier blonde girl, an Eastern girl in shrine maiden attire, and a middle school girl in a sailor uniform. This unusual group of one boy and four girls was truly attention-grabbing.

However, the expressions of the two Eastern girls were off. The girl in the shrine maiden outfit looked stiff and fearful, while the sailor-uniformed girl she was supporting was hunched over as if seriously injured.

Under normal circumstances, when four girls with such distinct charms—blending Western passion and Eastern grace—appeared together, they would naturally draw significant attention. But the young man walking at the center of these four girls was undoubtedly the focal point of the world.

As the man with a gentle smile—like a saint yet also a prisoner—passed by, everyone who saw him felt a sense of calm, an urge to worship as if he were a divine being descended to earth, walking in mercy to atone for humanity's sins.

After mastering the Face of God, Roy had increasingly taken on the demeanor of a holy saint in daily life, easily mistaken for an angel, saint, or even a divine incarnation.

"Kusanagi, snap out of it! The beauties and the handsome guy are gone, no more staring~"

The Japanese boy, lost in thought, was shaken back to reality by his friend tugging at his arm.

"Sorry, sorry, Nanami! I was spacing out. Those people were speaking Italian earlier—are they some kind of celebrities?"

"I don't know him either, but he looks more like a young master out for a trip. Come on, Kusanagi, the teacher is calling us over there."

The boy named Kusanagi took one last glance before being dragged away by his friend.

"Hmm?"

Roy, whose hearing was exceptionally sharp, stopped in his tracks. He tilted his head in thought before turning to look back.

"What's wrong, my King?"

Erica, who was beside him, noticed Roy's movement and leaned in warily, her gem-like eyes scanning the surroundings as if expecting an enemy.

"Erica, look at that boy."

Roy gestured with his chin. He wanted to say, "Doesn't he look like a dog?" but held back, knowing Erica wouldn't get the reference.

"What about him? He has no magical power—just an ordinary person."

Erica scrutinized the retreating figure of the boy named Kusanagi, puzzled.

"Never mind. Let's go."

Roy beckoned, leading the four girls into the VIP passage. Alice's private jet was already prepared and waiting.

...

The Boeing private jet took off from Haneda Airport, bound for Jerusalem, Israel.

Inside Roy's bedroom on the plane, Erica stood before him, visibly tense, her delicate frame even trembling slightly.

"As per our earlier agreement, I shall reward and punish you."

Roy lounged comfortably on the sofa, his tone light and amused.

"I'm ready, my King!"

Erica wore the expression of a soldier marching into battle, resolute and unflinching.

"No need to be so tense. By the way, Erica, I recall you have some witch blood in you, don't you? Even if faint, you should know the ancient witch magic—sex magic?"

The Italian girl froze, not expecting Roy to bring this up. Her fair, crystalline cheeks gradually flushed pink, but she quickly suppressed her embarrassment and answered, "...That's the most fundamental magic in witchcraft. Almost every witch learns it!"

"I see. Then write down the specifics of how to use it. If you know the principles, even better."

Though Roy had read countless texts in the Vatican, he had never studied this particular subject. Sex magic wasn't some dark art—on the contrary, it was a very orthodox form of magic. In the East, it was famously known as 'dual cultivation.' However, during the medieval witch hunts, the Church had demonized it, tarnishing its reputation.

"So, my King... this is what you had in mind? But I suppose it's understandable. You're only sixteen—right at the age of youthful curiosity. It's natural to be interested in a woman's body, especially given your status. I doubt any woman would refuse you."

The mention of this magic instantly led Erica's thoughts in that direction. The beautiful girl known as the Diavolo Rosso gazed at him with a suddenly alluring look, her voice laced with a subtle seductiveness.

"...As your knight, it's my duty to ease your burdens—even those of a more... intimate nature. But, my King, might you grant me a more fitting title for such occasions?"

Erica's words made Roy hesitate immediately. He understood that what Erica truly wanted was for him to give her a title like 'girlfriend' or 'wife,' but Roy always felt that granting such a title would only bind him.

Seeing Roy's hesitation, Erica sighed helplessly. "...I understand. You don't want to make any commitments, just like a playboy who keeps many girls by his side as possessions but refuses to take any responsibility."

"...Since that's how you think, I dare not ask for too much. Then let me be your 'lover' for now. I only hope that in the future, you won't involve yourself with those indecent women. If you ever have needs, you can always come to me!"

As she spoke, Erica's fingers moved to the buttons of her dress, making him swallow the words he was about to say.

"But my body is still injured now, and I need you, my King, to use your authority to heal me. Mmm... just like how you did for Princess Alice, right?"

Then, to Erica's surprise, Roy stopped her. He looked somewhat awkward, his eyes shifting nervously, but he still mustered the courage to say, "...Actually, my authority only requires physical contact to activate, so... we can try a slightly different approach."

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