Multiverse's Holy Right

"Master, please taste the dishes I've prepared."

Lady Aisha, with a bindi on her forehead, wearing a traditional Indian sari and adorned with star-and-moon-patterned ornaments, placed plate after plate of food on the table. Dressed in a distinctly Indian-style maid outfit, her face radiated cheerful delight, her movements lively and perfectly befitting a maid's standards.

Calling Roy "Master" didn't bother Lady Aisha in the slightest. She was naturally carefree, utterly devoid of any so-called Campione pride, to the point where she'd casually greet Marquis Voban as "big bro" and Luo Hao as "big sis," leaving the two ancient Campiones utterly exasperated.

Roy stared at the dishes on the table. At least visually, they looked passable. Though his Clairvoyance assured him that Lady Aisha's maid skills were trustworthy—after all, she had been cooking for herself all these years—seeing and experiencing were entirely different things.

Picking up his fork and knife, Roy closed his eyes with the resolve of a soldier heading to battle and took a bite of steak. His expression was grave, as if facing a life-or-death moment. Only after a long pause did he finally open his eyes under Lady Aisha's expectant gaze and say, "...Hmm. I expected the steak to be heavily spiced with curry, but surprisingly, there's none. And it's not the abomination that is English cuisine either. It's actually... decent."

Lady Aisha was Indian and had once served as a maid for English nobility—a resume that didn't inspire confidence in her cooking. Fortunately, Roy found his worries unfounded. While her dishes couldn't be called delicious, they were far from terrible. As a maid, she was perfectly average.

"Even though it sounds like you're complimenting me, Master, I can't seem to feel happy about it. And your words kinda sound like you're discriminating against Indians and the English."

Lady Aisha pouted, voicing her complaint.

"I'm not very used to Western food. If you know how to cook Eastern dishes, Lady Aisha, make those next time."

Roy paid no heed to her grumbling, simply stating a master's rightful demand.

"Oriental cuisine? I did learn a bit from Sister Luo Hao, but I could never master her skills. I simply couldn't grasp Oriental cooking. From this perspective, I'm really quite unqualified as a maid."

Lady Aisha sighed regretfully.

"I'm gratified to see you still have some self-awareness, madam."

Roy also sighed with emotion.

At this moment, the uninvited Princess Alice could only gaze regretfully at the food on the table. Having arrived here in her astral form, she was unable to partake in the meal. She straightened her posture slightly, leaning forward with elegant grace as she addressed Lady Aisha, "…Madam, do you still remember me? We once met before."

This White Princess of Europe always carried herself with such ladylike poise in public, though in private, she was practically a wild child. Of course, she was also utterly unshy and quite passionate in bed, even enthusiastically engaging in "exercises" with Roy, claiming she wanted to bear him an even more powerful witch.

"I remember your name is Alice, isn't it? The last time I saw you, you were still a child. Who would've thought you'd grow up so much in the blink of an eye? It seems I've been traveling in the ancient past for quite a while," Lady Aisha remarked with a faint smile, her memory as sharp as ever.

"That's not 'traveling in the ancient past for a long time'—you're just so old you've lost all sense of time, Madam," Roy teased.

"What nonsense! I'm a seventeen-year-old beauty, always seventeen!"

Lady Aisha raised a small fist in protest at Roy's jab.

Athena sat silently to the side, eating quietly. The proud goddess disdained conversing with humans—let alone a Campione—unless it was Roy.

Erica and Liliana soon joined the conversation. With Erica and Alice, both skilled in socializing, the atmosphere at the table grew lively and warm.

The only one who seemed troubled was Annie Charlton, who remained unaffected by the cheerful mood, lost in thought about their next steps.

Though Lady Aisha was also kind-hearted, her kindness differed from Annie Charlton's. Lady Aisha simply disliked seeing others hurt and would actively heal any injured person before her—her compassion had nothing to do with a sense of duty. In contrast, the North American Campione, Annie Charlton, was the very picture of responsibility.

The meal continued amidst laughter and chatter.

...

By the canal-side streets of Manhattan, Roy strolled alongside Athena.

"Divine Ancestor Asherah should be nearly ready by now."

Roy's gaze swept from the canal toward the distant seaside, knowing Asherah was there making her final preparations. Meanwhile, Annie Charlton had gone into hiding, waiting to intercept Asherah the moment she completed her transformation into a dragon-serpent.

"This one senses the essence of earth and water rapidly gathering. Asherah is about to become the Serpent God Leviathan," Athena explained in detail, her origins as an Earth Mother Goddess granting her deeper insight into such powers.

"The Serpent of Perversion, Leviathan—also known as Beelzebub. No wonder Asherah named her secret society The King of Flies."

Roy nodded slightly, now understanding the true form this Divine Ancestor would take upon her fall into draconic corruption.

"Although Asherah can transform into the Serpent of Heresy, gaining power equal to a Campione, she is already a Divine Ancestor and has long lost her divine authority. Doing so would strip her completely of the immortality granted by the earth and serpents. It is her hatred for Campiones and this world that drove Asherah to make this choice—a fate shared by many ancient goddesses who have fallen into becoming Divine Ancestors."

Athena's voice carried a tinge of sorrow, a lament from one ancient Earth Mother Goddess for the fate of her kin.

The era of the Earth Mother Goddesses had passed. The age of matriarchy had long ended, replaced now by the patriarchal system of the Father Gods. The Earth Mother Goddesses could only accept this outcome.

"Hmm, let Asherah and Annie Charlton fight it out. Whoever wins or loses, lives or dies—it matters not to me. Compared to the Heretic Leviathan and the North American Campione, I'm far more interested in you, Guinevere, who bears the name of King Arthur's wife!"

Roy, who had been walking alongside Athena along the canal-side street, suddenly turned around. At some point, the surroundings had emptied of pedestrians, and standing not far behind him was a beautiful Caucasian girl of about thirteen or fourteen, poised gracefully. A composed smile graced her lips—neither humble nor fearful—as she regarded Roy and Athena with an ordinary gaze.

The girl had golden curls cascading past her delicate shoulders, framing her refined beauty with an elegant curve.

Hearing Roy's voice, the girl lifted the hem of her skirt and performed a flawless curtsy, her tone neither subservient nor defiant. "...Good afternoon, Lord Roy and Lady Athena!"

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