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Chapter 87 - May the Winds of Victory Guide Your Way

The morning light sliced through the last lingering shadows, as Seiya returned to this Mediterranean island. He was eating a local fried wonton-like specialty from a roadside stall. This characteristic delicacy featured a dough skin wrapped around a filling of crushed roasted almonds, sugar, and lemon peel. After frying, it was drizzled with a lemon-honey glaze. Exhausted as he was, he found it incomparably delicious.

Yet, the renewed loss of Athena's trace made him feel a touch of sadness.

He always believed in the formidable fortune brought by the Combat God Authority, trusting that the guiding wind would lead him to his destined place.

Last time, this wind had guided him to God King Melqart, and it was only after a life-and-death struggle with the God King that, leveraging the effects of the Strong Wind Incarnation, he was able to meet Athena in the Spirit World.

But could this powerful fortune still bring him good luck now, and where was the guiding wind blowing next?

He lifted his gaze, looking up and around. Not far off, Cagliari's skyscrapers pierced the sky, while the small town he currently inhabited was nestled between a bustling port and a tranquil salt lake. As morning descended, the streets slowly awakened. A buxom landlady loudly yanked up her rolling shutter, and fishmongers and fruit vendors skillfully set up their stalls on the street. The air began to fill with the alluring aroma of freshly baked bread.

He twitched his nose, capturing the scent; at this moment, he truly felt himself back among humanity.

Upon closer inspection, however, some subtle differences were apparent: the number of tourists on the streets had noticeably dwindled. This was understandable; having suffered two such calamities within half a year, even the most carefree visitors would surely be deterred. It wasn't until he spotted a group of elderly tourists, waving small red flags and brimming with enthusiasm, that he reluctantly shook his head—it seemed he had underestimated the sheer level of optimism among his compatriots.

Just then, a low, familiar engine purr came from behind him. Seiya turned, and what met his eyes was a striking flash of green—the Aston Martin DBS.

It appeared to be the very car he had borrowed during his game-like test with the young Verethragna.

The car window slowly lowered, revealing Erika's bright and captivating face.

"How did this car end up in your hands?" Seiya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because when I first met you, this is what you were driving," Erika replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world, casually handing him a cup of milk tea she had bought on the way.

"Get in, my Lord."

"Wasn't that casino backed by some mafia family in Italy...?" Seiya's heart skipped a beat, but then he reconsidered.

For a being like Erika Blandelli, ordinary mafia families truly weren't worth mentioning—

—unless, of course, they went by the names Guttuso or Vongola.

"Oh, right, congratulations on defeating Marquis Voban and slaying God King Melqart," Erika offered, well aware that her Lord disliked overly flamboyant accolades, especially from fawning sycophants like those decrepit elders and young upstarts from the Far East, or that disciple of the Martial Lord from the Eastern Continent.

But these words, she spoke from the heart.

Seiya simply gave her such a feeling: that no matter what kind of God or Demon King, he could defeat them.

Even before he had truly become a Godslayer, Erika had resolved to follow him, but she hadn't anticipated him reaching this stage so swiftly.

"It was alright. My battle with Melqart was destined from the start," Seiya said, looking out the window.

"I'm not just talking about Melqart," Erika said, glancing at him before handing over a prepared tablet.

"The God King is indeed powerful, but what truly sent shockwaves through the entire European magical world was your defeat of the old Wolf King, Marquis Voban! That is the paramount event capable of overturning the established order!" On the tablet, pages of a magic user forum were frantically refreshing, the discussions already a fervent uproar.

Marquis Voban's power and brutality had long been deeply ingrained in people's minds. So much so that countless people on the forum were still spamming, repeatedly questioning the veracity of the news. Seiya casually swiped through a few pages, then put the tablet back in its place: "Is the impact really that significant?"

"It's bigger than the sky falling!" Erika emphasized. "You have no idea how many magicians and Knights, during Marquis Voban's three centuries of rule over Europe, yearned for a hero to rise and defeat him—for a small number of extremists, even a Heroic God would suffice. How many magic organizations, to escape his shadow, abandoned their homes and sought refuge with the Sages' Council or the powers of Southern Europe. Before this, everyone believed the most likely contenders to challenge him were his mortal enemy, the Martial Arts King, Lord Luo, followed by Salvatore Doni and Alexander Gascoigne."

"But you didn't expect that it would ultimately be me, the youngest Godslayer, who accomplished it, did you?" Seiya interjected.

"Of course, I always knew this day would come," Erika said, a mischievous smile gracing her lips, "but for other magicians, it might take a while for them to repeatedly confirm it."

This was the awkward reality of information dissemination in the magical world. To observe a God War, the methods were typically limited to spiritual sight, familiar exploration, a diviner's water mirror scrying, or a witch's imaging spell.

However, the information acquired through these methods was mostly self-verifying and difficult to form into widely circulated, irrefutable evidence.

Therefore, in the absence of detailed verification, a large number of magicians still regarded this earth-shattering news as an absurd rumor.

"Stop the car," Seiya said.

Erika didn't even have time to react, but the next second, the screech of urgent brakes echoed on the asphalt road. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her breathing ragged.

Tensely, she opened the car door and stepped out of the green Aston Martin. She instinctively wanted to summon Lion King's Heart, but ultimately gave up.

At this moment, a dread comparable to facing a Disobedient God suddenly surged within her.

The most ancient Demon King they had just been discussing, Sasha Dejanstahl Voban, who had ruled Europe in darkness for three centuries, was now standing quietly right before them!

He was still gaunt and skeletal, his voluminous trench coat flapping in the sea breeze, and his sickly green eyes seemed to contain a bone-chilling cold.

So much so that Erika felt even the breath he exhaled carried a chill.

In fact, according to legends, this old Demon King was indeed the fearsome antagonist in horror stories, rumored to exhale chilling fumes even from his nostrils.

While they had spoken so freely about His Majesty just moments ago, it was because he wasn't standing before them. But now, all the fear they had forgotten while discussing him surged back to their hearts.

"No need to be nervous, little girl," Voban's voice was elegantly low, the corners of his mouth curving into a chilling smile.

"This old man's purpose here is not for you."

Erika forced herself to collect her thoughts. Indeed, the old Demon King's gaze had not lingered on her for a moment, from start to finish.

Instead, it had pierced right through her, locking firmly onto Seiya behind her.

Simultaneously, Seiya's gaze calmly met his.

It was at this very moment that the guiding wind, brought by his formidable fortune, finally gained a clear and powerful direction! The second person who could help him find the next crucial clue was right before him, Marquis Voban, who he had fought to the death not long ago!

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