Multiverse's Holy Right

Roy needed a unique spell of his own—just like in the world of A Certain Magical Index, where every powerful magician possessed their own signature spell. Take Aleister Crowley's Spiritual Tripping, for example, a spell theoretically capable of unleashing ten times the power of the Big Bang when used against a Magic God.

Roy's Holy Right ability stemmed from his comprehension of the biblical sections in the Book of 777. In a way, this "right hand" was an innate power rather than a constructed spell. Though formidable, Roy had an inkling that this "right hand" had its limits.

If innate abilities had limits, then Roy needed to compensate and break through them with acquired means. Holy Right symbolized the power of Genesis in the Old Testament, but Roy still needed to complete the power of Revelation in the New Testament. Only by combining both forces would he possess the complete "Christian power."

Book of Revelation recorded the knowledge of the "Beast" during the Final Judgment. Roy's current task was to create a spell capable of transcending the "Beast," the symbol of humanity's evil, thereby allowing him to align Revelation with Genesis.

However, devising a spell that could gather all the Beasts into a single point and transcend them was an immense challenge—one even Aiwass might not be capable of achieving.

This spell had to be Roy's own creation. He couldn't rely on others; it had to be perfected through his own knowledge.

What Roy had Solomon complete was merely the most basic framework of the spell—a vague foundation. The full structure still required Roy to refine it himself once his knowledge was sufficient. Yet even this magical foundation had already exhausted Solomon's wisdom, illustrating just how distant the spell's completion was—and how powerful it would be once finished.

In a Jerusalem hotel, Roy and Solomon engaged in intense discussions—though "discussion" was a generous term. It was more like Roy seeking guidance.

Solomon called himself the "King of Magecraft," and he wasn't lying. His mastery of magic was beyond imagination. Just conversing with him left Roy immensely enlightened, to the point where he wished Solomon could spend every waking moment completing the magical foundation and teaching him, allowing Roy to absorb knowledge like a parched sponge.

This wise king was an excellent teacher—though this was limited to Solomon's "divine wisdom," not his "human wisdom." Unlike Aiwass, who would simply give Roy a "math problem" and its solution before leaving him to figure it out, Solomon meticulously explained every step of the process, making it easy for Roy to understand.

"Whew... It's already nine o'clock. Let's end today's discussion here. You're off the clock now, King Solomon."

Roy snapped back to reality as his phone alarm rang. He let out a light sigh and reluctantly ended his discussion with Solomon.

True to his word about making Solomon work 996 hours, Roy wouldn't allow him to slack off for even a minute, but neither would he make him work overtime beyond that.

The magical knowledge Solomon possessed belonged to the Type-Moon universe, which differed greatly from the Campione world's magic system. Type-Moon's magecraft leaned more toward conceptual research—an academic system—whereas the Campione world's magic was more practical, primarily combat-oriented. This was evident from how every powerful magician in that world was a knight.

Aiwass's magical knowledge, on the other hand, came from the Toaru universe. Currently, Roy was integrating these distinct magical systems from Type-Moon, Toaru, and the Campione world to develop his own unique magical framework and spells. He used the Bible and the Book of 777 as theoretical foundations to ensure his spells aligned with "Christian doctrine."

"The ocean of knowledge is truly boundless," Roy mused. "Every world has its own merits. Even the weakest worlds likely possess unique treasures. It makes me look forward to future travels—seeking out the knowledge I need across different worlds and making it 'my own magic.'"

Stretching, Roy shook his head to clear the grogginess from his mind. Ten straight hours of studying with Solomon had left him mentally drained.

"If I'd studied this hard back then, I'd probably have a PhD by now..."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, mocking his past self for lacking diligence. Now he understood—learning truly was the fastest ladder to human progress. It could genuinely change lives.

Then, Roy cast a complicated glance at King Solomon and sighed. "...If only you were a girl. Like how King Arthur and Emperor Nero turned out to be girls—if you were one too, I could learn magic in a much more convenient, efficient, and... comfortable way."

As he spoke, Roy's eyes flickered suggestively behind Solomon.

King Solomon subtly shifted backwards, ensuring his backside formed a perfect 90-degree angle with the chair before replying cautiously, "...The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is great, and their sin is grievous. Yahweh has heard it and will send two angels to destroy them."

This biblical reference from the Book of Genesis was Solomon's way of warning Roy about the dangers of his thoughts. Sodom and Gomorrah were cities infamous for their uninhibited behavior—particularly same-sex relations—which provoked God's wrath, leading to their destruction by Michael and Gabriel...

"Relax, I'm not interested in men," Roy scoffed. "Besides, I prefer fair skin—your bronze complexion doesn't appeal to me. Come to think of it, the Queen of Sheba probably had a similar skin tone to yours? Seems our tastes differ. How fortunate—we won't be fighting over women."

Roy's tone dripped with disdain.

King Solomon gave an awkward smile, "...Ah, I'm actually someone who's terrible at dealing with women and has no luck with them."

"Hah! King Solomon who has an Egyptian princess as his wife, a thousand beautiful women as concubines, and queens from various nations as lovers actually claims to have no luck with women and be bad at handling them? What kind of international joke is this?!"

"...Actually, I really want to learn from you. How do you manage to keep such a massive harem living in harmony? Could it really be the effect of some kind of magecraft?"

Roy chuckled mockingly.

Solomon flushed red, struggling for words before finally exclaiming, "...Those things were all done by 'Solomon'! What does that have to do with me, Romani Archaman?!"

"Romani Archaman?"

Roy paused thoughtfully before saying, "...So you actually gave your human self a new name. 'Archa' refers to the Ark of the Covenant and Noah's Ark, with 'man' added to mean 'Bearer of the Ark.' I thought you'd choose a name completely unrelated to your past, but in the end you still took inspiration from the Bible."

"So Mr. Romani..."

"Just call me Roman."

King Solomon—no, Roman—interrupted Roy with a smile, "...Call me Roman. I like that name."

"Roman? So you really did convert to Christianity under my influence. That word means 'Catholic'—seems I'd make a good missionary, able to make King Solomon from the Old Testament abandon Judaism for Christianity. Such a miracle would be unprecedented throughout history."

Roy joked before solemnly grasping Roman's hand, "...Dr. Roman, I'll need to continue consulting you about magic in the coming days. I hope you won't hold back."

Roman gave a pained smile, "...This word means 'romantic.' I was using newly learned Japanese, not English."

Just then, Erica's knocking came from the door, "...King, have you finished today's studies? I've brought supper. Oh, and the strawberry cake King Solomon requested."

Before Roy could respond, the newly renamed Roman darted to the door like a rabbit.

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