Multiverse's Holy Right

Roy gestured for the driver to continue driving.

"My dear friend, come! Let us fight to our hearts' content! You must have been eagerly waiting here to battle me, right?"

The Sword King shouted excitedly.

"Sir Salvatore, this is the city of Rome. Please retract your earlier statement—it is an extremely dangerous remark."

It wasn't Roy who spoke these words but the senior knight accompanying Salvatore. The knight, around thirty years old, wore a stern expression and practically scolded the Sword King in a reproachful tone.

Salvatore, however, wasn't angered by this and replied as if it were routine, "...Ah, fine, fine. Andrea, you're such a hassle."

Salvatore Doni was the sixth Campione to achieve his feat two years before Roy's own deicide. Even before becoming a Campione, he had been famous throughout Italy—not for his strength, but rather for his weakness.

He was a pure sword fanatic, born for the blade. While possessing swordsmanship talent that left others in despair, he had absolutely no talent for magic.

In the world of Campione, the strong were referred to as senior knights, but their power primarily relied on magic, with swordsmanship as a secondary skill. What truly made humans formidable was magic, not swordsmanship. Thus, it was easy to imagine how weak Salvatore Doni, devoid of any magical talent, had been—and how much he had been mocked.

With unimaginable perseverance, this man had sought out Italy's only Paladin, Saint Raffaello, and apprenticed under her. Yet, despite his efforts, his lack of magical talent meant he made no progress whatsoever.

After leaving Saint Raffaello's tutelage, Salvatore continued to wander. Later, through a twist of fate, he became possessed by a deity and used divine power to slay another god, thus becoming a Campione.

Among the current seven Campiones, it could be said that apart from Roy—who succeeded in godslaying through his own intellect, Aiwass' power, and a bit of luck—the other six Campiones achieved their status through sheer "fortune."

"I wasn't waiting for you here—you came looking for me yourself."

Roy quipped at Salvatore.

"My friend, don't be so distant! I just happened to come out on a whim and then ran into you. Isn't this fate bringing us together?"

The man seemed utterly incapable of reading the room. He plopped down beside Roy without ceremony, throwing an arm around his shoulders, causing Roy to subtly shift toward the left side of the seat.

"Why seek battle with me? Did I steal your title as Italy's champion?"

"Ahaha, I couldn't care less about that sort of thing! You can have it if you want, my friend! Though Andre did say it would make me lose face as a King, but so what? I've been embarrassing myself for years—I stopped caring about that long ago. I only came looking for you because I heard you defeated that old man from Eastern Europe. That got me excited! That old geezer was ridiculously strong—we fought to a standstill when we clashed."

Salvatore spoke cheerfully. Three years ago, Marquis Voban had summoned a Heretic God, only for that Heretic God to be snatched away by the Sword King. Thus, the two Campiones had a history of enmity.

The Sword King's voice was utterly guileless—his words were no empty talk but his genuine thoughts.

Roy couldn't help but admire him for it. Putting himself in Salvatore's shoes, if he were in the same position and learned that a new king had taken what was his, he would undoubtedly fly into a rage, unleashing untold calamity to make the betrayer and thief pay the price they deserved.

Yet Salvatore could simply laugh it off, truly unconcerned with pride, living solely for the sword.

It wasn't that Roy was petty or that Salvatore was magnanimous—it was simply that their ways of life differed.

Though this Italian Sword King annoyed Roy, he could never bring himself to despise him.

"I still have matters to attend to right now. I don't have time to spar with you," Roy continued to refuse, while signaling with his eyes to the knight accompanying Salvatore to drag his king away. This knight, named Andre Rivera, was Salvatore's absolute confidant, referred to as the 'King's Steward.' That Salvatore could still function normally in human society was largely thanks to Andre's efforts.

"Important matters? I heard from Italy that you've been searching for divine artifacts to locate a Heretic God. So you also enjoy fighting Heretic Gods, huh? No problem, I can wait until you're done, and then we'll have our match."

Salvatore completely ignored the explanation, doing as he pleased without a care.

Roy found him utterly exasperating. After a moment's thought, he said, "...Sir Salvatore, do you know why, despite human history spanning millennia and myths being passed down for thousands of years, the oldest living Campione today is less than three hundred years old? Where did all the previous Campiones go?"

"Huh?"

Salvatore blinked before replying, "...You're right. Where did all those past Campiones go?"

He asked blankly.

"Among the Heretic Gods, there is one known as the 'Last King.' He is the hero who annihilates demon kings. Whenever the number of Campiones reaches a certain threshold, he awakens to eradicate them all. And now, the number has been reached—he will soon awaken."

Roy's tone was grave as he voiced his concerns about the Last King.

Before Salvatore could respond, his knight Andre straightened up and said, "...King Roy, I have never heard of the name 'Last King.' Could this be a revelation granted to you by the Wisdom of Solomon?"

After slaying Solomon, whether it was the Greenwich Assembly or other organizations, all believed that Roy had obtained the Authority of Clairvoyance—the power to see into the past. No one knew of the existence of the Human Order Correction Formula.

Yet this Authority had caused an uproar among countless scholars and magicians. The ability to freely access information from the past represented boundless knowledge and secrets at one's fingertips. Though it lacked direct combat power, it allowed Roy to always hold the advantage.

"Ah, that's right. This is the product of Solomon's Wisdom. According to the revelation, I've roughly discerned that the Last King slumbers on an island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Sir Salvatore, I truly have no time to fight you now. If you're really looking for an opponent, go search the Pacific for the Last King. As the hero who annihilates demon kings, his strength is unparalleled throughout history—he will surely satisfy you."

Roy feared Salvatore might possess some intuitive ability, so he avoided lying outright to prevent detection. Everything Roy said was true, though layered with implication. The Last King did indeed sleep on an island in the Pacific—Japan was also a Pacific island, just slightly larger.

.....

However, this information was easily misleading. Salvatore would likely spend his time scouring the vast Pacific for uninhabited islands.

Sure enough, upon hearing Roy's news, Salvatore's expression lit up. The Sword King acted decisively, immediately opening the car door and saying to Andre, "...Andre, hurry, let's go to the Pacific! We can't let anyone else get to such a powerful opponent first."

At the same time, he turned back to Roy and said, "...Thank you so much for the information, my friend! We truly are good comrades. Once I deal with that Last King, I'll come back to fight you!"

"Fine. Then let me give you one last piece of information. England's 'Black Prince,' Alexander Gascoigne, once searched for the Holy Grail six years ago, causing quite a stir in the mystical world. From what I understand, the Holy Grail is connected to the Last King. If you can't find his resting place in the Pacific, you can seek out Alexander Gascoigne—he must have plenty of information about the Last King."

Roy had just pulled off a masterstroke of misdirection. Salvatore would never find the Last King's resting place, and afterwards, he would most likely go after the Black Prince. The two Campiones most likely to cause trouble for Roy were now forcibly pitted against each other.

The Eastern Cult Leader remained in seclusion, the American Campione belonged to the rare 'good faction' that avoided trouble, and Marquis Voban had been temporarily dealt with. In short, Roy had created an excellent environment for himself to continue developing undisturbed.

"Then there's the troublemaker Lady Aisha... May the Mysterious Queen of Caves continue her wandering travels through time and space."

Roy muttered to himself as Salvatore and Andre leaped from the car and dashed into the distance.

"Excellent. Now, no one will disturb my date with the goddess!"

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