Multiverse's Holy Right

Chapter 109: [109] The Campione Who Cherishes Beauty



Manhattan was the most densely populated of the five boroughs of New York City in the United States. The entire borough was an island, hence its name, Manhattan Island.

It was the economic and cultural heart of the United States, home to New York's central business district and the world's most concentrated cluster of skyscrapers. The headquarters of most Fortune 500 companies were located here, alongside the United Nations headquarters, the famous Wall Street, the New York Stock Exchange, and NASDAQ. In short, it was the financial center of the world, the true stronghold of capitalism, and the absolute residence of the wealthiest in the United States.

Owning a home in Manhattan was something the average American could scarcely dream of.

Yet, in this most expensive real estate market in the world, a luxurious garden villa stood on this narrow, exorbitantly priced land. Only such a place could accommodate one of the world's seven most revered Kings.

While the leaders of the United States could change every few years, the Kings who slew gods were rare even across generations.

"Asherah actually chose to wreak havoc on Manhattan Island!"

At the dining table, Annie Charlton clenched her fist and slammed it down hard, venting her fury.

By now, Annie was no longer wearing her armor and mask. Since Roy already knew her true identity, there was no need for further disguise—it would only invite disdain.

Annie Charlton was a fiery red-haired American woman, dressed in a sharp women's suit with matching tailored trousers and a pair of frameless glasses. She looked every bit the high-ranking corporate executive, with nothing to suggest she was a Campione.

Annie Charlton could only be considered a woman with delicate features, far from the kind of breathtaking beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms. She wasn't even in the same league as the goddess Athena, nor could she compare to Erica or Liliana in terms of appearance alone.

However, her status as a Campione and the commanding presence she had cultivated from long years in positions of authority gave her an immense sense of presence, rather than relying on beauty to stand out like most women.

Roy could more or less understand why Annie chose to conceal her identity as a Campione. She was an extremely low-key individual who disliked being idolized or drawing attention to herself. By always wearing a mask and armor, she ensured her true identity remained unknown, allowing her to live an ordinary life as Annie Charlton without being harassed by magicians.

"Thank you for the warning, Mr. Roy. Otherwise, I would have suffered a major setback this time! This is Manhattan—the financial center of the world and the United States. If large-scale destruction were to occur here, it would be even worse than the 9/11 attacks, potentially triggering a global financial crisis."

Annie exhaled a breath of frustration. "...If something like that were to happen, it would be my failure as Annie Charlton, a disgrace to the people of the United States."

Listening to Annie's endless stream of words and her gratitude, Roy found it amusing. The personalities of Campiones varied drastically—some, like the Marquis and the Cult Leader, were cruel and ruthless, while others, like Annie and Lady Aisha, were kind and responsible. Then there were those like Salvatore, who lived only for the sword, simple-minded to the core.

Hmm, and then there was someone like him—adept at scheming, neither a good person nor a bad one.

"The leader of the King of Flies is the Divine Ancestor Asherah. This witch has been active along the West Coast of the United States, gathering enough essence of earth and water to restore herself from a Divine Ancestor to a Dragon-Serpent. Her choice to operate on the West Coast was merely a misdirection, meant to make you believe that what she sought was located there."

"...But in truth, this Divine Ancestor has no such desires. She simply harbors an intense hatred for Campiones and humanity. All her actions are driven by destruction and ruin, with no other purpose. This time, she has gathered enough earth and water essence and has moved from the West Coast to the East Coast, intending to wreak havoc in the Manhattan archipelago. By the time you rush here from the West Coast, it will already be too late."

"If that really happens, it would be like a Hollywood movie playing out in real life—a giant serpent rampaging through Manhattan. It'd be no different from a gorilla swatting at planes from the Empire State Building."

Roy cracked a joke at the end. "...By then, every magician in the United States would probably turn into a Man in Black, running around erasing people's memories. Hahaha!"

He wasn't the type to feel particularly righteous or responsible in such matters, so he was indifferent to the outcome. But Annie was the complete opposite—she cared deeply for the people under her jurisdiction, and her expression grew increasingly grave.

"Once again, thank you for your help, Mr. Roy. Without you, countless innocent lives in Manhattan would have been lost this time."

Annie expressed her gratitude once again with utmost sincerity.

Roy waved his hand dismissively. After all, he had only obtained a medium related to the King of Flies from Annie. Using his Clairvoyance to trace the past, he easily uncovered the intentions of the Divine Ancestor Asherah.

The so-called Divine Ancestors were pitiable goddesses—ancient Earth Mother Goddesses who had transformed into dragon-serpents and eventually lost even that identity. They could no longer be called gods and had lost their divine power. However, because they still retained the divinity of Earth Mother Goddesses, their descendants became witches.

Witches like the White Princess Alice and Liliana were descendants of these Divine Ancestors.

"Most Earth Mother Goddesses, having lost everything, harbor deep resentment toward the Steel Gods and this world. Goddesses like myself, who still retain their divine status, are exceedingly rare."

Athena, seated beside Roy, sighed as she recounted the sorrows of the ancient Earth Mother Goddesses.

These once-dominant goddesses, who reigned supreme in myth, lost their power amid the shifts of mythology and humanity. They became possessions of the Steel Gods, transformed into dragon-serpents slain by heroes, and even that wasn't enough—after losing their divine power and lives, they were reduced to Divine Ancestors, clinging to survival. Such drastic changes would drive anyone to madness.

"I made a promise with Athena. Unless absolutely necessary, I won't take action against Earth Mother Goddesses. So this time, I won't be assisting you, Annie. But I believe that even if this Divine Ancestor temporarily regains her divine power, as a Campione, you should be more than capable of handling her."

Roy framed it as a promise with Athena, but in truth, the nature of Earth Mother Goddesses clashed too sharply with his own attributes of 'Victory,' 'Sun,' and 'Steel.' Even if he killed one, it wouldn't bring him any meaningful change. Given that, Roy couldn't be bothered to engage in such struggles.

But if sweet words could make Athena happy, he didn't mind saying a few more.

"Mr. Roy, you truly have a soft spot for the fairer sex," remarked the short-haired, efficient female Campione with a smile.

Roy neither denied nor confirmed this, merely taking a sip of coffee from the table.

"However, I hope your chivalry doesn't extend to Lady Aisha. These past few days have given me quite the headache."

Annie rubbed her forehead in frustration.

Roy chuckled wryly. Over the past few days, Lady Aisha's authority, Charm or Curse, had gone out of control twice. Fortunately, Roy managed to defuse the situations without major incidents.

He finally understood why everyone kept their distance from Lady Aisha—she was practically a trouble magnet.

Ding-dong—

Just then, the doorbell of the villa rang. Roy and Annie exchanged glances, both puzzled as to who could be visiting at this time.

Before they could ponder further, the uninvited guest strode through the door on their own. Upon seeing the graceful, lily-like figure standing there with a radiant smile, Roy couldn't help but grumble, "...Alice, what are you doing here?"

Appearing here was none other than the White Princess Alice, though not her physical body but her astral form—a uniquely wondrous ability only Alice possessed. Even traveling from England to the United States took merely an instant.

"Because you haven't visited me in England for so long, Roy, I started missing you a little."

Princess Alice giggled, putting on the pitiful look of an abandoned little white rabbit.

"You don't miss me at all. You just think something interesting is about to happen here in the States, so you came to join the fun."

Roy snorted lightly. He knew this witch's personality—and every inch of her skin—intimately, aware that she was nothing more than a troublemaker who loved excitement, regardless of whether tomorrow might bring the apocalypse.

"Hehe~~"

The White Princess, renowned across Europe, covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed softly, not bothering to refute Roy's words. She knew arguing with him was pointless.

She had long since lost all secrets before him.

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