Multiverse's Holy Right

The helicopter landed before the villa deep in the Alps. Under the pilot's reverent gaze, Roy carried Athena into what was once the Marquis's, but now his, mountain retreat.

"Lily, prepare a bath for me."

Roy glanced down at his blood-soaked body and gave Liliana the order.

"Yes, Lord Roy!"

Liliana bowed slightly and turned to carry out her task.

"Wait, Lily."

"Any other instructions, Lord Roy?"

Hearing Roy's voice, Liliana stopped and turned back to inquire.

Roy didn't speak. Instead, he gently pressed his fingertip against the sleeping Athena's tender cheek—the goddess's skin was delicate as fine porcelain, cool to the touch.

Athena squirmed slightly as her sleep was disturbed, her small hand swatting away Roy's in her drowsy state, her lips mumbling something unintelligible.

Glancing at his fingertips and seeing not a speck of dust on them, Roy remarked, "...Never mind, it's nothing! Go ahead with your tasks, Lily."

Liliana nodded and strode off to prepare hot water for Roy's morning wash.

"Goddesses sure are convenient, even having an auto-clean function. Campiones don't get abilities like that," Roy muttered to himself. During their earlier battle, Athena had been thoroughly beaten by his Wrestling with God, even rolled around in the dirt. Yet the moment the fight ended, her body was as spotless as if she'd just bathed, leaving Roy to marvel at how handy divine abilities could be.

"Lord Roy, why didn't you kill Athena?" Erica asked cautiously after hesitating for a long while, her gaze wary as she eyed Athena nestled in Roy's arms.

"Killing a god is only for usurping their authorities. But compared to that, having a powerful deity as a subordinate brings far greater benefits than slaying them."

"...I understand what you mean. Don't worry, Erica! The Gorgon Stone has been willingly handed over to me by Athena herself. Her power is now under my control, so she won't be attempting any sneak attacks or assassinations."

Roy wasn't the type to stubbornly dismiss concerns. Hearing Erica's worried words, he patiently explained while extending his left hand. The Gorgon divine power within him materialized into the form of the Gorgon Stone, resting in his palm.

Seeing this object under Roy's control finally eased Erica's mind. Earlier, upon returning to the villa, she and Liliana had witnessed from above the battlefield where Roy and Athena clashed. A section of the Alps—Europe's most famous mountain range—had been completely flattened into plains. Such terrifying devastation would require countless nuclear weapons to replicate with modern arms.

Campiones and Heretic Gods weren't mere natural disasters—they were apocalyptic monsters. No, beings like Roy and Athena surpassed human imagination in their horror, their might something only described in legends.

Erica felt immense relief that their confrontation occurred in the Alps. Had such mountain-leveling, geography-altering destruction taken place in Rome, not just the city but likely half of Italy would have been reduced to ruins.

Earthly demon kings and heavenly calamities—Campiones and Heretic Gods truly lived up to their names.

"Are you saying... you've made Athena submit to you?" Only then did Erica fully grasp Roy's meaning, her beautiful eyes widening and her lips forming a perfect 'O' in shock.

This was unprecedented in all recorded history. Every instance of Campiones and Heretic Gods appearing in records involved battles ending only with one side's complete destruction. But a Campione subduing a Heretic God, or vice versa? Such a thing had never been heard of before.

"'Submission' isn't the right word. Athena and I currently have more of an 'alliance,' though my position in this relationship is slightly higher. When Athena wakes up, you must never use the word 'submit' in front of her. That goddess is far too proud—if she hears it, she won't let you off easy."

"...Also, Athena will likely be living with us from now on. Find some skilled maids from Italy to take care of her. And make sure to treat her with respect in daily life. Even though she's no longer the Trinity Goddess Athena, she's still a goddess."

As Roy spoke to Erica, he walked into his bedroom and gently placed Athena on the bed, covering her with a thin blanket. After a moment's thought, he tucked a plush toy into her arms, finally loosening her death grip on his collar.

"How could I dare disrespect Athena? It's just... the thought of living with a Heretic God makes me wonder if I'm still dreaming."

Erica, Italy's famed Diavolo Rosso, rubbed her temples with a bitter smile. Even a proud witch like her felt her head spinning, dazed by the news that she'd be living alongside a Heretic God.

"You'll get used to it, Erica."

Roy chuckled and patted her shoulder before heading to the bathroom upon hearing Liliana's footsteps.

...

Steam filled the air as Roy washed the blood from his body, watching the crimson water swirl down the drain.

"Thankfully, my physical condition has improved drastically. If this were my old body, I'd probably be in the ICU—or getting ready for a funeral."

Roy joked to himself. Nearly all his capillaries had ruptured, blood seeping from his pores in alarming amounts. Yet even such injuries were minor for a Campione. As long as his head wasn't severed or his organs completely destroyed, a Campione could recover through self-regeneration.

Just then, a pair of pale arms wrapped around his waist, and a warm presence pressed against his back.

"Erica, what are you doing here?"

Roy smiled, gripping the hands at his waist without needing to turn around. He already knew who it was.

"Lord Roy, as your dedicated knight, it's my duty to assist you with any... difficulties."

Erica's voice was playful, like a little devil's. She rose onto her tiptoes with a seductive smile.

"Lily! Quit hesitating and get in here already!"

Erica suddenly called toward the door. Through the steam, a silver-haired girl stood at the entrance, stammering shyly, "...I-I'm sorry to intrude, Lord Roy."

With that, Liliana slowly approached Roy.

Hearing her words, both Roy and Erica burst into laughter, finding the girl's awkwardness endearingly foolish—and terribly ill-timed.

The steam thickened in the bathroom, curling around their bodies like a lover's embrace. Roy exhaled as Erica's fingers traced the hard planes of his abdomen, her touch teasingly light yet possessive. Behind him, Liliana hesitated, her silver hair damp at the edges from the humid air, her cheeks flushed with something far warmer than the heat of the shower.

Erica pressed her lips to the nape of Roy's neck, her breath hot against his skin. "You've been through so much, Lord Roy," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed concern—and something far more sinful. "Let us take care of you."

Roy chuckled, tilting his head back as her hands slid lower, her nails scraping just enough to make his muscles tense. "Is that an order, my knight?"

"A request," she corrected, nipping his earlobe. "One I hope you won't refuse."

Liliana, still standing frozen a step away, swallowed hard. Her blue eyes flickered between Roy's amused expression and Erica's brazen confidence. She had trained for battle, for strategy, for the art of the sword—not this. Yet the way Roy's gaze softened when it landed on her made her pulse quicken.

"Lily," Roy said, his voice rougher now. "You don't have to force yourself."

That snapped her out of her hesitation. "N-No! I want to—!" The words burst out louder than intended, and she immediately bit her lip, mortified.

Erica laughed, the sound rich and knowing. "Oh, Lily. You're too adorable." She reached out, catching Liliana's wrist and tugging her forward until she was pressed against Roy's chest. "Now, let's not keep our lord waiting."

Roy didn't give Liliana time to overthink. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip before claiming her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. She gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he explored her with a patience that belied the hunger beneath.

Erica watched, her golden eyes darkening with approval, before she dropped to her knees in front of Roy, her hands sliding down his abs.

Liliana moaned into the kiss as Roy's tongue tangled with hers, his grip tightening possessively. When Erica's fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him with deliberate slowness, Roy groaned against Liliana's lips.

"Erica—" His voice was rough, a warning and a plea all at once.

She smirked up at him, her breath ghosting over his arousal. "Patience, my lord." Then, without another word, she took him into her mouth.

Roy's head fell back with a curse as Erica's tongue swirled around him, her lips sliding down his shaft with practiced ease. She hummed, the vibration making his thighs tense, and Liliana whimpered as she felt the way his body reacted—the way his fingers tightened in her hair, the way his breath hitched.

"She's… very good at this," Liliana whispered, dazed.

Roy chuckled, though it came out strained. "She's had practice."

Erica pulled back just enough to lick a slow stripe up his length, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Jealous, Lily?"

Before Liliana could protest, Roy captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply as Erica resumed her ministrations. The dual sensations—Liliana's soft lips, Erica's wicked tongue—drove Roy to the edge faster than he expected.

He threaded his fingers through Erica's blonde locks, guiding her pace, his hips rocking forward slightly. "Fuck, Erica—just like that."

She obeyed, hollowing her cheeks as she took him deeper, her nails digging into his thighs. Liliana watched, entranced, her own body aching with need.

When Roy finally pulled Erica away, her lips were swollen, her gaze triumphant. He kissed her hard, before turning his attention back to Liliana.

"Your turn," he murmured.

Her eyes widened. "M-Me?"

Erica laughed, rising to her feet and pressing against Liliana's back. "Don't worry," she whispered in her ear. "I'll guide you."

Roy sat on the edge of the bath, his arousal still throbbing, his gaze locked onto Liliana as Erica gently pushed her forward.

"Kneel," Roy commanded softly.

Liliana obeyed, her knees hitting the wet tiles, her hands trembling as she reached for him. Erica's hands covered hers, showing her how to stroke him, how to twist her wrist just right to wring a groan from his lips.

"Now," Erica murmured, "open your mouth."

Liliana hesitated only a second before leaning in, her tongue flicking tentatively against the tip. Roy hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair.

"Good girl," he praised, and the words sent a shiver down her spine.

Erica guided her, whispering instructions as Liliana took him deeper, her inexperience only making it more intoxicating. Roy's hips jerked slightly, his control fraying.

"Lily—fuck—" His voice was ragged.

Erica smirked, her own fingers trailing down Liliana's back before slipping between her thighs, finding her already wet. Liliana gasped around Roy's length, her body arching into Erica's touch.

Roy couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Liliana up, kissing her fiercely before turning to Erica, his hands gripping her waist.

"You've been teasing me long enough," he growled.

Erica's smirk was unrepentant. "Then do something about it."

Roy didn't hesitate. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the tiled wall as she wrapped her legs around him. With one thrust, he was inside her, both of them moaning at the sensation.

Liliana watched, her breath coming in short gasps, as Roy fucked Erica with deep, relentless strokes. Erica's head fell back, her nails raking down his shoulders as she chanted his name.

"Lily," Roy growled, reaching for her. "Come here."

She didn't need to be told twice. He kissed her as he thrust into Erica, his fingers finding Liliana's clit, stroking her in time with his movements.

It was too much—the heat, the friction, the overwhelming pleasure. Liliana came first, her cry muffled against Roy's lips. Erica followed soon after, her body clenching around him as she shattered.

Roy's release hit him like a storm, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside Erica, his forehead resting against hers as they both gasped for air.

The steam still curled around them as they caught their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and water. Erica slid down the wall, her legs shaky, while Liliana leaned against Roy, her face buried in his chest.

Roy chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Liliana's head before meeting Erica's satisfied gaze.

"Feeling better, my lord?" she teased.

Roy smirked. "I could get used to this kind of treatment."

Liliana blushed furiously, but the smile on her lips was undeniable.

Erica stretched lazily, her golden eyes gleaming. "Good. Because we're not done yet."

And with that, she pulled them both back into the steam, where pleasure awaited once more.

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