Multiverse's Holy Right

With Guinevere's piercing scream, a door-like distortion appeared behind her, faintly emanating the power of a Heretic God. Then, from within that distortion emerged a Heretic God clad in silver armor.

This Heretic God was dressed like a medieval knight, his silver armor immaculate, wielding a knight's sword in hand. The moment this Heretic Knight appeared, he landed before Guinevere, raising his sword horizontally to block the Demon King's assault for his charge.

But the Demon King's Sword of Judgment never arrived.

"Damn it!! His target isn't me!"

Guinevere cried out in alarm. For the first time since her appearance, the always graceful, elegant, and confident Divine Ancestor finally showed a drastically changed expression as she hastily activated another spell. But she was still a step too late—

Roy's Sword of Judgment wasn't aimed at Guinevere, but at the Holy Grail!

Roy knew there was a Heretic God behind Guinevere, making it difficult to kill her in one strike and seize the Holy Grail even with a sneak attack. Thus, from the very beginning, Guinevere was never his target.

The Holy Grail was merely a materialization of condensed magical energy. Though it was a typical mass of magic difficult to destroy directly, it was as fragile as tofu when faced with a sharp divine weapon.

Screeeech————

With the trembling of the blade, the blood-red cruciform longsword sliced through the Holy Grail, cleaving it in two.

The Holy Grail didn't contain magic within it—the Holy Grail itself was the aggregation of magic. Thus, when it was split in half, no magical energy spilled out from within; it simply became two Holy Grails instead of one.

The once adult-sized Holy Grail began to shrink, transforming into two golden cups the size of a child's height.

"He actually severed my connection with the Holy Grail!"

Guinevere's expression darkened. As she chanted her spell, one of the Holy Grails disappeared, merging with her once more. But the other Holy Grail no longer obeyed her commands.

Only then did Guinevere realize she had guessed wrong again. Roy had severed not just the Holy Grail, but also her connection to it.

The Sword of Judgment possessed the ability to adjust priority rankings. Roy had elevated the sword's priority above Guinevere's control over the Holy Grail, thereby severing that connection, while the Holy Grail itself was cut by the sword's sheer sharpness.

"What a pity. You reacted so quickly, Guinevere. I thought I could seize the entire Holy Grail," Roy shook his head with a regretful expression before grasping the separated portion of the Holy Grail in his left hand. He could feel the essence of the Earth Mother Goddess contained within this legendary artifact—the magical power distilled from the blood of the Earth itself.

Guinevere's face twisted in distress as she gazed longingly at the half of the Holy Grail in Roy's hand. The complete Grail contained roughly the equivalent of twenty Earth Mother Goddesses' magical energy. With this single strike, Roy had cost her at least ten of them!

Only now did Guinevere understand why Roy had made viewing the Holy Grail his condition. Had she not summoned it, Roy would never have been able to locate it—the Holy Grail was fundamentally one with Guinevere herself. But the moment she dared summon it, Roy could rely on his decisiveness and speed to seize it first.

Yet Guinevere remained puzzled about Roy's purpose for wanting the Grail. She used it to help the Last King complete the Covenant Ritual—truthfully, even half the Grail's power would suffice for that. But for Roy, obtaining the Grail seemed nearly useless.

First, the Holy Grail was her physical form as an Earth Mother Goddess. Even if their connection was severed, Roy as a Campione couldn't activate it. Second, even if he could activate it, the magical energy within would be of little use to him. After all, Campiones were fundamentally human, and human Campiones had limits to their divine power capacity. No matter how much energy the Grail contained, Roy couldn't make it his own.

Though uncertain of Roy's intentions, Guinevere felt an inexplicable unease. Regardless, reclaiming this portion of the Grail from Roy would be extremely difficult.

"Lord Roy, I never imagined you'd go back on your word and deceive a woman like me. So your true aim was the Holy Grail all along—how blind I was!" Guinevere's delicate frame trembled slightly, her fury nearly burning through her composure as her chest heaved with anger. Yet she knew the situation favored him—no amount of hysterical cursing would change matters, so she struggled to maintain her dignity.

"What a foolish, degenerate Earth Mother Goddess. Roy's actions are precisely the kind of wisdom I admire," Athena praised Roy's actions enthusiastically, contrasting sharply with Guinevere's curses and insults—she seemed ready to applaud him.

As expected, she could trust him after all.

Athena's serpentine gaze studied Guinevere as she thought this, as if searching for the perfect place to strike.

"Calm yourself, Guinevere! Losing half the Grail is regrettable, but we're still in danger. With a Demon King and a powerful goddess working together, I can't guarantee your safety even if I protect you. Stand behind me."

The silver-armored knight spoke in a steady, masculine voice—a tone as righteous and resolute as his appearance—which finally helped Guinevere suppress her inner fury.

"Uncle Lancelot, this time we've met our Waterloo. I underestimated Lord Roy and put you in danger. It was my mistake, Guinevere's mistake."

Like a child acting coquettish, Guinevere addressed the silver-armored knight in a sweet, pleading voice.

"No matter. Don't worry about me, Guinevere. Though the Demon King and Goddess before us are strong, I can still manage to escape with you if needed."

The knight named Lancelot declared firmly, his voice unwavering.

Roy's expression turned slightly peculiar. In the Arthurian Legend, Guinevere's affair with Lancelot had led to the collapse of the Round Table. Yet now, hearing Guinevere call Lancelot "uncle" left him at a loss for words.

Taking a deep breath, Roy turned to Lancelot and said, "...Lancelot, Knight of the Lake, the perfect knight. Though you now bear the name Lancelot, my eyes see through all deception. I should address you as the Witch's Guardian—Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons, shouldn't I?"

Indeed, before being woven into the myth of King Arthur by Guinevere, Lancelot's true identity was Hippolyta, daughter of the Greek war god Ares and queen of the Amazons!

The silver-armored knight fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "...Eyes that can see through the past truly are troublesome. But there is no Hippolyta anymore. Please, call me Lancelot."

The once steady, masculine voice shifted into a wild, feminine tone.

"Fine. Then, Lancelot and Guinevere, know this—I am a man of my word. Unless absolutely necessary, I never break a promise. Since you, Guinevere, have shown me the Holy Grail, I will tell you the general location where the Last King slumbers. He currently sleeps in the Kanto region of Japan. As for the exact spot within Kanto, you'll have to find that yourselves. I'm not lying—you can verify this with the Witch's Clairvoyance."

Roy spoke truthfully, though inwardly he sneered. The Kanto region of Japan was vast, and locating the Last King would be no easy task. Even if they dug three feet into the ground, they would never guess where he truly lay.

"Even if you do eventually find the Last King, by then, I'll have everything prepared."

Roy murmured to himself.

Guinevere pondered for a moment, likely using the Witch's magic to verify Roy's words. Sure enough, with his hint, the Witch's clairvoyant abilities grew significantly stronger.

"Uncle Lancelot! The King truly is in Japan's Kanto region!"

Guinevere exclaimed joyfully, her gaze softening as she looked at Roy.

Though he was a cunning and deceitful Demon King, he was also a true hero who kept his word.

Suddenly, a figure appeared abruptly—moving at blinding speed, almost too fast to react—as it reached for the Holy Grail in Roy's hands.

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