Multiverse's Holy Right

This was not the world of Campione. As he traversed the "cave," Roy sensed the mysterious entity in his right hand at work, opening a passage to another world.

Aisha's authority, Fairy's Corridor, could traverse ancient times and, after correction, even cross parallel worlds. But this mere fairy prank of an authority could never bridge the gap between worlds.

This was an ability that even Aiwass had marveled at upon first sight—a true miracle not even a Demon God could achieve, far beyond the capabilities of a mere Campione's authority.

The mysterious space in Roy's right hand, that "Ship," carried him through the stormy seas of worlds, from the island called Campione to another island.

This island was both familiar and unfamiliar to Roy, for it was Roman's world—the world of the Type-Moon, which he had once glimpsed and remembered.

But the world of the Type-Moon was vast, and Roy couldn't yet determine exactly where he had arrived.

"This lonely atmosphere and the scent of death... could this be the Underworld?"

Roy warily surveyed his surroundings—an endless wilderness, scattered with desolate rocks, the sky forever shrouded in dark clouds. Occasionally, faint light seeped through the thick clouds, barely illuminating this world.

That was no sun—Roy was certain. Behind those clouds, there was no sun, and the light carried no warmth. If anything, those pale glimmers were merely part of this profound darkness—a "light of shadows."

Gazing into the distance, Roy could still see some ancient stone structures standing on the cliffs. The scene was almost identical to depictions of the demonic realm in movies and novels, and the lifeless air filling the surroundings made it clear this was no place of light or warmth.

In this somber world, the only splash of color came from Roy's crimson cardinal robes. The red stood out starkly, much like the little girl in the red coat in the black-and-white film Schindler's List, as if he were standing at the very center of the world.

But this stark contrast made Roy uncomfortable, for his colors were utterly out of place here.

"Death isn't exactly something I resonate with either," Roy muttered under his breath before he began searching for Athena.

He had a contract with Athena—as long as they were in the same era, or even just the same world, they could sense each other. But now, Roy couldn't detect even a trace of her presence. This confirmed his earlier suspicion: he and Athena had been separated.

And this wasn't just a separation across time or distance—they were in entirely different worlds.

"Good thing I had the foresight to return the Gorgon Stone to her. With Athena's full power, she won't be in any real danger no matter where she goes... Now it's just you again, Aiwass."

Roy glanced behind him, and the sight of the Holy Guardian Angel—draped in a simple white linen robe, barefoot, floating in the air with a faint glow—brought him a sense of reassurance.

Everyone else might leave Roy's side, but this angel, who existed with him through some inexplicable means, could accompany him across countless worlds without ever being lost.

"If you were to leave my sight, finding you again would be nearly impossible. That is something I absolutely cannot allow. Even if it drains all my strength, I will always follow you."

The angel, who embodied 'Physics,' spoke with a cheerful smile, showing none of the selfless detachment often associated with angels in myths. Instead, her tone was strikingly human, and Aiwass no longer carried that ethereal, illusory quality.

Then, the angel surveyed their surroundings, as if assessing the environment.

"A new world—the world where King Solomon resides. But even so, Roy, the place you're in now is exceptionally unique within this world."

Aiwass's voice brimmed with eagerness and curiosity toward the unknown. For a being like her, such curiosity alone was enough to drive her to pursue anything at any cost.

Though many worlds shared broad similarities, each was fundamentally distinct. These differences shaped variations in their power systems, and one should never underestimate them. It was precisely these unique aspects that drew beings like Aiwass to explore endlessly, even driving the Demon Gods to obsession and madness.

"How is this place unique?"

Roy had a good habit of asking when he didn't understand. Whether the other party would answer, or whether he could comprehend the answer, was beyond his concern.

"To put it simply, this space has no connection to the true material world—no causality, no karma... But it wouldn't be accurate to say there's absolutely no connection, just that the link is extremely faint. If we were to explain it using the Kabbalistic Four Worlds theory, the plane where you currently stand, Roy, exists above the material world. Its influence upon the material realm is minimal..."

Aiwass carefully chose her words, trying to explain in a way Roy could understand, lest she inadvertently spoke in higher-level language that would sound like noise to his ears.

"In other words, it's like the severance of heaven and earth. As mystery faded, the ancient gods returned to the celestial realm, separating it from the mortal world. Thus, the celestial realm would no longer have any connection with the mortal world. And this place is akin to the celestial realm—or more accurately, the underworld."

Roy glanced around at the surroundings, took a deep breath of the scent of death, and shook his head.

"That's exactly it, Roy... So you must be careful. Since this place has already detached from the material world, it means the beings that can live here have transcended the material plane—they are akin to true gods or demons. For you, this is extremely dangerous!"

Aiwass spoke with rare seriousness, unwilling to see Roy truly face mortal peril.

"As that strange entity said, this is the world's outer boundary, the land of the dead—my kingdom. It is the Land of Shadows, a place where none may enter or leave without my permission!"

"...Outsider—no, traveler from another world, why have you come to my land? Why have you come to this world?"

Screech—————

A metallic sound, like the friction of machinery against the atmosphere, tore through the air. Roy felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as a deathly chill crept up his skull. He was certain that if he did nothing, his head would be shattered like a watermelon in the next second!

The Campione's instinct for danger saved Roy's life. At the last possible moment, he tilted his head to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a crimson streak—as if crossing space itself—graze past his cheek before embedding itself deep into the parched earth ahead.

Roy saw clearly what that crimson streak was: a spear exuding a demonic aura. In this dim and lifeless world, the deep red spear was both dazzling and mesmerizing, stealing one's gaze and tearing at one's soul.

He touched his face, where a wound had been left behind. Blood slowly trickled from the gash.

Turning swiftly, Roy saw her—standing atop a towering boulder, the solitary queen in deep purple gazed down at him with cold, haughty eyes.

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