Part 1
Cretan legends are a particularly famous category of Greek
mythology.
For example, there was the Minotaur, the half-man half-bull monster
born from an affair between the queen and a bull.
The Greeks were obliged to regularly offer their young children as
sacrifices to this monster imprisoned in an underground labyrinth.
The young warrior Theseus entered the labyrinth in order to slay it —
This is the well-known story of the "Labyrinth of the Minotaur."
In order to imprison the monster, King Minos ordered the construction
of a labyrinth. Trapped by a maze of intersecting passages, outsiders
were eaten by the monster as soon as they stepped foot into the
labyrinth. Later on, Minos ordered King Aegeus to make tribute of
seven pairs of youths, male and female, once every nine years to be
sent into the labyrinth to be sacrificed as the bull-headed monster's
food. The Athenian prince, Theseus, decided to go to Crete to kill the
Minotaur in order to save the young men and women of Athens. King
Minos' daughter Ariadne fell in love with Theseus and gave him a
sharp sword and a ball of yarn. Thanks to these items, Theseus finally
killed the Minotaur and escaped the labyrinth with the Athenian
youths and Princess Ariadne.
"The key to this myth is the Minotaur born from the queen and the
bull's affair."
Alexandre Gascoigne spoke thus. His current location was Cornwall.
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Also called the Black Prince Alec, and known as the Nobleman of God
Speed. In fact, he was also a [King] widely versed in myths
originating from all over the world.
Although he was not an elite mage by training, nevertheless, he still
mastered all sorts of spells.
He became a Campione at the age of sixteen.
In the four years after that, he was in conflict with the
Witenagemot[1], known as the organization of top experts in the realm
of magic. Traveling all over Europe to look for mysterious treasure, he
fought against gods and magic associations from all over the world.
Very likely it was during this period that his abilities as a first class
mage were gradually honed.
"Ever since ancient times, the bull was a symbol of abundant
harvests. Hence, the Cretans equated the bull as being divine.
Conversely, this also establishes a parallel interpretation of the queen
being a miko."
Perhaps the following was the background prototype for the legend of
the Minotaur —
In the early days of the Greek city states, the island of Crete in the
neighboring sea had a powerful and flourishing civilization. These
islanders would regularly demand the young children of the Greeks as
tribute to be sacrificed. These children were live sacrifices to be
offered to the island's god of harvests.
The "God of Harvests" that desired young children, was served by the
queen who acted as a miko —
"Well, it's not without archaeological basis..."
There was also the Cretan prehistoric civilization: the Minoan ruins
where large amounts of human bones were discovered, speculated to
be the remains of the people who were offered as live sacrifices.
Witenagemot: ("meeting of wise men" in Old English) a political institution dating from
Anglo-Saxon England.
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Alec usually explained these kinds of topics when facing subordinates
who had little knowledge of magic.
The association he founded, [Royal Arsenal], recruited all sorts of
talent and its ranks not only included powerful magi but also occultists
who focused purely on research, commoners who sought revenge
against sorcerers for deaths of relatives, and even street hoodlums,
con artists and unrepentant thieves. As long as they knew the
existence of gods, even ordinary commoners were included.
These were people who hoped to follow Alec and oppose the elite
magic associations led by the Witenagemot. Perhaps this was the only
point of commonality between the members of [Royal Arsenal].
This was why their levels of competency and expertise were
extremely varied.
Hence it was necessary for Alec as their leader to start giving lectures
on what magi would consider common sense basics.
Trusted subordinates — especially Sir Iceman, had advised many
times that it was not necessary for their commander-in-chief to give
lectures personally. However, Alec did not mind looking after his
subordinates.
(As a side note, this aspect of his personality had been criticized by
the maiden, his eternal rival, as 'cautious and unexpectedly lacking in
boldness.' In response, Alec had replied dejectedly that 'providing
guidance and education to subordinates is the duty and responsibility
of the leader.')
It happened two days before the lecture at the Cornwall stronghold.
A museum situated in a quaint peaceful village... Was the concealed
headquarters established by Alec's subordinates where precious foci
and treasures acquired from the British Museum and the British
Library were housed and displayed, along with mountains of
grimoires. These various artifacts were stolen on impulse a year ago
when the conflict with the Witenagemot had peaked with great
intensity.
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But anyway, Alec was currently in the deepest level of a massive
labyrinth.
"Kukukuku... Foiling the final step of the grand designs of my return
to earth? So be it! Delightful!"
Echoing as if coming from underground, it was the deep voice of a
[Heretic God].
The voice came from the bull-headed giant lying on the ground. Its
body was roughly 30m in length.
The muscle-bound gigantic body was wearing a short tunic weaved
from palm fibers along with a red cape. A normal person would
probably kneel down and swear allegiance on sight, and obediently
commit suicide even if it commanded.
The ferocious [Bull] deity embodying powerful dominance.
The Cretan god of harvest that appeared in Greek myths of King
Minos in the past. Or perhaps it should be called the Minotaur?
However, even such a solemn and mighty appearance was for naught
—
"Young god-slayer... The warrior sparkling with the light of thunder!
Takest my blood, flesh and strength as thy sustenance! Swallowest
me, steppest over my corpse, becomest even more powerful! Heaven
and earth! For the sake of I, who has been slain, open the road to hell
as an offering to the king!"
"...Tsk. Even on your death throes you still need to chant insulting
verses..."
The dying giant bull-headed god.
Alec was crouching down beside it, making heavy breathing noises.
As the result of an intense battle that exceeded his limits, his brain
was now struck with pain akin to being sawn apart; the body was
severely injured, especially with pain in the internal organs and that
pounding heartbeat. Capillaries all over the body as well as a portion
of the arteries and veins had burst, causing internal hemorrhage.
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Then he spat blood. Bones were probably broken all over his body.
This pitiful state was the result of being struck by the bull-headed
god's angry roar. In truth, he almost died.
"So farewell, god-slayer! May endless curse and conflict accompany
thy remaining life!"
In other words, a declaration that disaster will fill the rest of his life.
Leaving behind these last words, the god's body dispersed like smoke.
In that very instant, Alec felt a great weight on his back.
It felt like a new authority had been obtained.
"I came to investigate partially due to pure curiosity; coming here
with a relaxed and leisurely mood, this was the result...!"
My life exactly. Even without a curse it was full of disaster.
Alec smacked his lips and turned his head.
Whether friend or foe, he absolutely could not let anyone else
approach. For the sake of vanity, he was concerned about his current
poise and appearance.
However, there were no others in this vast empty space. Things
should be fine after a bit of rest.
...The deepest level of the expansive underground labyrinth.
This circular hollow had a diameter of almost 10km.
Bare ground and massive empty space. In the central area were an
altar and a throne for worshiping the bull-headed deity.
Whether the labyrinth or the circular space, neither of them existed
on the island of Crete a week ago. This location was born from divine
authority with the manifestation of [Heretic Minos].
Dragging his battered body, Alec finally returned to the surface.
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(The labyrinth that manifested somewhere on the Lassithi Plateau of
Crete could very well be discovered one day, becoming a tourist
attraction that reminded people of the Minotaur's legend. However, I
couldn't care less at this moment.)
The authority of god speed was activated briefly.
Enveloping himself in a flash of lightning and feeling with his body the
passage of ten-odd seconds, this was enough to reach the hotel
located at the coastal beach resort area.
Ingesting the healing potion prepared beforehand in his room, he
went to bed and slept for six hours. It was already night when he
woke up.
By this time most of the external injuries had already recovered.
"Still with this inexplicable body..."
The headache had not improved, however, so he should probably take
it easy for now.
Alec endured the nausea and headache as he tidied up his
appearance. Then he took a bath, had a shave and fixed up his
hairstyle. He changed into a new shirt and pants, even though upper
garments were optional in the resort area.
Still tired, but he will not compromise on personal style.
After having some completely unremarkable seafood at the hotel's
western restaurant, he found a bar outside with a quiet atmosphere
and took a seat at the bar table.
Taking a sip of the alcohol, his mood finally lightened up a bit.
Come on, why does every time have to be a brush with death?
"There you are, Alec. Ditching me at the airport, what a cruel man
you are, really..."
A greeting came from behind, carrying extremely sorrowful words
spoken by a very gloomy voice.
Without looking back, it was obvious it was Sir Iceman.
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Alec waited until his trusted subordinate sat down beside him before
starting to grumble.
"I think it's about time for you to overturn the nickname of the
'Unflying Dutchman.' After all, overcoming one's weaknesses is the
privilege of mankind."
"Give me a break! Do I really have to overcome that chunk of
metal!?"
Alec's follower was Sir Iceman, a Dutchman named Denis, age
twenty-five or six.
Nicknamed the Iceman because of his resilient and calm personality,
he was a mage who had been knighted in England and obtained the
title of "Sir."
Furthermore, he was also called the "Unflying Dutchman" due to a
severe phobia of flying.
"I will gladly take on a hundred, no, a thousand men in battle, and
even follow you into a fight against gods. However, that lump of
garbage metal suspended in the air is the only exception. That thing
is... the symbol of human stupidity. Mankind should not challenge the
skies..."
With meandering words, he tried to justify his stance.
On the other hand, Sir Iceman was a valiant warrior. His power made
him one of the few people who could stand toe to toe with the forces
of Italy's greatest hero, Paolo Blandelli.
Humans are never perfect. Alec shook his head.
"Well, it couldn't be helped. There were only thirty minutes left before
the last flight for the Dover Strait was going to take off, and yet you
were hiding in the washroom reluctant to come out... I believe a
majority of people would agree it wasn't my fault."
"Refusing to admit your faults, how cruel. Fine, I'll forget about
...Anyway, Alec, you already fought, right?"
"What?"
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"Yesterday there was a report of a [Heretic God] manifesting on this
island of Crete."
He knew it would happen sooner or later but to be discovered so
soon? Alec shrugged his shoulders.
"Can you give me the details of the god fight? Don't deliberately do a
lazy job of reporting again just because it was your own battle."
It was unacceptable no matter what. Besides, the other side also had
reasons that could not be disclosed.
Alec simply raised his glass for another sip.
God speed — which the Witenagemot had named the authority of
[Black Lightning]. Due to this being Alec's trump card, there were
very few comrades who were capable of supporting him.
Very few people could keep up with his speed. Rather than wait for
back up to arrive at the front lines it was easier to just fight alone.
"The sense of helplessness, from finding out they did not have the
ability to help, is always a painful experience. Thoroughly impressed
we may be with our king's sense of worry/concern, I still hope to
know if you are safe or not. As much as possible, please keep this in
mind."
Alec silently slid the wineglass over to Iceman.
Though he had no intentions of apologizing, buying him a drink was
acceptable. Iceman in turn caught the wineglass without saying a
word, and poured the amber-colored liquid into his own glass.
"By the way, please allow me to add a few words."
"What is it?"
"Since we came expressly to Crete, why are you having a shot of
Bowmore? I love drinking too, and that aroma of the sea is simply
marvelous. However, that's still not enough reason to drink a cold
climate country's alcohol when we're in the Mediterranean, for
goodness' sake."
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The trusted subordinate was talking about a type of Scotch whisky
produced in Scotland. This strong liqueur was filled with the local
flavor of the tides of the Irish Sea.
"What's wrong with faithfulness to one's preferences? No matter
what, the most important thing is what one desires."
"Still, this place is really too hot. How about having some local beer to
wet our throats?"
Iceman calmly suggested in the face of Alec's response.
On the calendar it was currently the middle of May. However, for the
Mediterranean island of Crete, it was already very hot, enough to
wear short sleeves.
Alec licked his lips, intending to retort.
In truth, I cared little for vacation sense or awareness of seasons.
However, I hate downing beer in massive gulps like some kind of
glutton. It is truly imperative to maintain one's style and aesthetics.
Alec was just about to speak but he stopped —
A young Caucasian beauty was approaching.
She was rather young in age, about twelve or thirteen or so. Clearly
not an age that should be coming and going in a bar like this.
However, none of the staff or customers in the bar reprimanded her.
Everyone ignored her as if she did not exist at all.
"It must be a [Concealment] spell. She hid her appearance from
everyone apart from us."
"Probably. This is a spell that certain fairies and witches are talented
in."
As Alec and Sir Iceman exchanged glances, the girl walked over to
them.
"Salutations for the first time, [King] known as Prince. Allow me to
greet Your Highness."
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The girl in the white summer dress was stunningly beautiful. The very
image of a classic doll made by a master craftsman.
Alec felt an unusual sense of intangibility from the young girl.
Definitely not an ordinary person no matter how you look at it. Very
likely no ordinary mage.
Though only based on instinct, it should not be far from the truth.
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Campione!Page 155
(カンピオーネ!)
"If you have something to say, be quick with it. I am enjoying a
private moment and have no interest in a suspicious fellow like you."
Alec was a handsome man with a tall and slightly slender build.
Though he was not actually a noble, his natural poise and dignified
airs earned him the nickname of "Prince."
Sir Iceman was also quite outstanding in appearance with solemn
facial features like a carved sculpture. He was even taller than Alec
and looked more strongly built with his wider shoulders. Even when
wearing a ruffled suit there was an air of masculine charm.
Whenever they sat together they were frequently accosted by women.
Standing out amongst the crowd was everyday life for them.
However, this young girl was clearly different from those women.
— How troublesome. Alec summed up curtly in his mind.
No matter how extraordinary a person, she was decidedly less than a
god. Completely uninteresting.
"Then I shall get straight to the point, Prince. Your Highness arrived
at this location in order to ascertain whether the god Minos of Crete
was [Steel], is that correct?"
Oh? Alec's curiosity was piqued.
Could this passing girl have seen through his intentions from a
glance?
"I feel that Your Highness' body contains a presence similar to the
Chinese [Steel], the bull-headed iron-bodied war god Chi You[2], or
Japan's Susanoo who is also known as the Bull-headed Heavenly
King."
Sir Iceman instantly signaled with his eyes, asking if he should handle
But Alec shook his head
"Wrong but close enough. It was a war god with the [Bull] attribute,
probably the evolved form of a god of the land like Minos — I was
only investigating when I suddenly encountered it."
Chi You(蚩尤): a mythical tribal leader best known as the tyrant who fought the Yellow
Emperor.
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Well, choosing to go traveling on a whim and encountering a battle
with a heretic god was an unexpected bonus...
Rather than that, there were more interesting questions to interrogate
this girl.
"So, could you answer my question in return? Why are you asking me
about the subject of [Steel]? I am more commonly known as a seeker
of the Holy Grail. But there should be virtually no one who knows that
I am interested in the connections between war gods and the Holy
Grail."
The following year after becoming a Campione, Alec had gone
searching for the [Magic Holy Grail].
At that time, he had declared war on the English magi centered on the
Witenagemot. Furthermore, the gathering of high level magi in
England from all over Europe to become either Alec's enemies or allies
erupted into a great conflict — the Battle for the Magic Grail.
Anyone involved in the world of magic would have heard of this great
incident.
"The only ones who know about the connections between war gods
and the Holy Grail are a very small number of Templar Knights and
witches. ...With no smell of iron from your body, you are unlikely to
be a knight. But you are no ordinary human — someone known as a
Divine Ancestor, right?"
Outstanding senses of smell and taste beyond normal humans were
several of Alec's little-known talents.
As well as a mind that maintained a delicate balance with calm and
insightful instincts.
Through logical thinking and analysis of instinct, the term Divine
Ancestor surfaced in memory.
The girl before his eyes should not be an ordinary witch or knight.
Assuredly.
"As befits the one known for being particularly wise amongst the god-
slayers, the truth really was discerned from my greeting. Very likely it
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reflects development as a result of Your Highness' growth. I beg
forgiveness if I, Guinevere, have given offense."
"A mere greeting?"
"Yes. Knowing Your Highness has slaughtered three gods, I felt that I
had to pay my respects no matter what."
Then I shall take my leave — Leaving behind a smile and a greeting,
the young girl disappeared.
Taking only an instant, it was as illusionary as mist dispersing. Some
sort of transfer spell must have been used.
"That person called herself Guinevere."
"Ahah. I wonder if that name was chosen as a joke or with special
meaning behind it, how mysterious."
Once the witch vanished, Sir Iceman muttered as Alec shrugged.
"Hmm... By the way, Alec, I had a thought."
Planning on making some kind of proposal, the trusted subordinate
bore a serious expression. However, somehow there was a detestable
sense of premonition.
"Regarding the one calling herself Guinevere, why don't we ask the
most accomplished witch about her? Particularly outstanding witches
are connected to special networks transcending associations and
countries. It is very likely that the 'Princess' knows something."
The most accomplished witch! Alec showed displeasure in his
expression.
He understood Sir Iceman's reasoning, but he did not want to do as
suggested.
"Since you two are so closely bound by destiny, I think it's best to
prepare beforehand when something like this happens."
"Stop the nonsense! There is nothing but ill fate between us! There is
no other significance!"
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Part 2
The Witenagemot's headquarters were situated in Greenwich, London.
A four-story Victorian building constructed with red brick, very similar
in likeness to the government offices of Scotland Yard in Westminster.
The office of the Witenagemot's spokesperson was located in the
depths of the building's first floor.
In truth, all the past spokespersons had their offices on the top floor
of this building. However, the incumbent declared a relocation as soon
as she assumed her position, and the office was moved.
It was rumored that she said something like this:
'The highest floor in a building with no elevators? Unacceptable!'
The graceful and gentle young beauty.
The Princess regarded as Europe's most aristocratic lady.
Unexpectedly more outspoken than what her appearance and title
might suggest, the current spokesperson was ignoring the words of
her subordinate who acted as both secretary and governess.
"What is the [Magic Holy Grail]? It is the greatest treasure sought by
the Templar Knights — the successors of the twelfth century
Crusaders who attempted to take back the holy land Jerusalem from
the Muslims. It is commonly believed that it is an item that was born
with the great land, and stores a massive amount of magical power."
The one speaking was Patricia Ericson.
Hair tied up, wearing a thin-framed pair of spectacles, thirty years of
age or so.
"Since ancient times, appearances of the Holy Grail in this world have
been very rare. Records placing great importance on the 'miracle
manifested when the Holy Grail is found by the Sacred Chosen One'
have been left behind by many magi and seekers of the Holy Grail."
Miss Ericson's stiff manner of speech lacked feminine gentleness, and
simply listening to her was tiring.
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However, the Witenagemot's incumbent spokesperson listened silently
without a single comment, until she finally smiled calmly and spoke:
"Yes, I know. And it is still unclear what the 'Sacred Chosen One'
refers to. ...Hey, Miss Ericson, I don't really need to revise knowledge
on the Holy Grail, am I a bad student if I don't want to learn about
things I already know?"
Yes, Alice Louise of Navarre was an outstanding honors student.
Nicknamed Princess Alice.
Though the highborn daughter of a Duke's family, she was also a
miko with boastworthy spirit powers.
Becoming the spokesperson of the Witenagemot by recommendation
at the tender age of sixteen, she was extremely well-learned.
Perhaps it would be apt to say that she was a world-class authority on
the subject of the Holy Grail.
"In terms of knowledge, true... But not in terms of putting into actual
practice."
Miss Ericson spoke coldly as she pushed up the rim of her glasses.
These actions embodied the quintessential 'strict and upright female
private tutor.'
Precisely because of this, she had secretly registered herself as a
member at a marriage agency. Humans were truly interesting beings.
(As for how Alice came to know of this, she was using spirit powers
when she peeked into Miss Ericson's heart by chance.)
"Concerning the miracle of the Holy Grail, Princess, did you know
there is another legend passed down the ages? Another important
element for initiating the Holy Grail miracle, the 'valiant and foolish
child of heaven' of rumor."
Pertinently, Alice responded with "is that so?"
Of course, she was fully aware but feigning ignorance. Furthermore, it
needed no mentioning that the "fool" was a veiled reference to the
Devil King Campione.
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"With all that said, in the end what are you trying to get at, Miss
Ericson?"
"To sound the alarm against the multiple contact incidents between
'that man' and you, the most suitable 'Sacred One' recognized by the
world."
It turned out to be this after all. Alice sighed.
"The miracle brought upon by the Holy Grail... No matter how
conservatively speculated, the effects of its manifestation must be no
different from the disasters brought by [Heretic Gods]. Disregarding
'that man' as the disastrous heavenly child, please do not forget you
are the spokesperson of the Witenagemot who is responsible for
maintaining order in the activities of the magical world. Please be a
bit more mindful of your identity."
"But it's very interesting. Oh my, I've got to go."
"Princess!"
The highborn Princess had a weak constitution. Due to this reason,
Alice was unable to leave the house casually as she desired.
However, when a 'major incident' involving the Holy Grail and the
Black Prince occurs, she just could not help but rush to the front lines
to see how the problem would be solved.
It was a bit unfair to Miss Ericson, but let's hope her anger will only
be temporary — no, rather, she could control her anger semi-
permanently.
Besides, if this spirit power of flying all over the place could be
reinforced, perhaps the frail body might also be strengthened at the
same time...
Clinging to the belief of opportunism, Alice pondered.
It was again time to meet that poker-faced and unfriendly Prince and
sow new seeds of discord. This young man passionately devoted
himself to work, vigorously applying himself to the job of threatening
the world as the great devil king.
There will definitely be a response —
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With this thought, a letter appeared on the office desk.
This was something sent over by the magic of [Mailing]. It was
emergency communication sent by a spy trained since childhood.
Trying to suppress the excitement in her heart, she quietly picked up
the letter.
'Black Prince Alec slew a god in Crete.'
One short sentence.
However, Alice was crying out with delight in her heart.
It's here! The expected person came at last. Also, this time it is the
long time unseen Campione. This was the perfect excuse for a long
duration business trip!
"Sorry, Miss Ericson, I express my utmost gratitude to your kind
advice. However, I must leave due to some urgent matters. If I were
to become sickly and unwell again, please take good care of me
then."
She made her request with a noblewoman's smile.
However, she did not wish to hear an objection. This was in reality an
order.
"What on earth is this emergency, Princess!?"
"Same old, a world crisis!"
Alice activated the power of spirit body separation.
Separating from her material frame, the astral body flew towards the
sky. Rendered an empty shell, the real body slumped over but was
caught by Miss Ericson.
Well done. As expected of my private tutor.
The White Miko-Hime offered praise as her spirit body flew out of the
Witenagmot's headquarters.
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Part 3
Thinking back four years ago —
Letting his body rock freely with the vibrations of the running train,
Alec reminisced.
As a side note, he was alone. Whenever he crossed seas, Sir Iceman
was always left behind to take a ship.
However, this time he was directly informed beforehand.
The other party also agreed with Alec's suggestion that having two
battles against gods within a week should be impossible.
...Come to think of it, the last time he enjoyed a train ride so casually
like this must have been how long ago?
After becoming a Campione, every single day of these four years had
been exceptionally busy.
Everything began four years ago.
Growing up in a town in the Cornwall countryside, Alec was introduced
to magical knowledge from a young age.
However, compared to magic he was more skilled in gambling and
tricks.
Of course, he was not outstanding enough to be recruited by powerful
magic associations or the Witenagemot.
The one who taught the knowledge of magic to Alec was his father,
someone who most people would call an occultist. The occult that he
sought until the day he died was the Magic Holy Grail.
His obsession with seeking the occult was the reason why his wife
abandoned him. As a result, he had to raise young Alec as a single
father.
When Alec was sixteen, his father's dying words revealed to him a
secret code.
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Thus began his adventures. Through good fortune and sharp instincts,
he faced off against the fallen angel Ramiel, obtaining the authority of
divine speed in the first battle...
How nostalgic to recall all these memories.
Soon after, he was embroiled in the battle for the Holy Grail. In order
to face the difficult battles arising from continued seeking of the Holy
Grail, he established [Royal Arsenal].
If none of this had happened, he most likely would not have met that
girl of taboo.
The "Princess" four years his junior bearing a delicate sense of
hostility towards him.
Alec smacked his lips.
Why would the face of that annoying girl he was about to meet
suddenly appear? It must the result of recalling those unpleasant
memories.
"Yeah, I already know that popping up anywhere unannounced is your
special skill. But I hope you can learn to behave a little. In a situation
like this, it would be proper manners to greet first before taking a
seat."
"Oh well. When the terrifying Great Devil King starts explaining
manners, it must be an omen for a world-shaking cataclysm."
Princess Alice's spirit body spoke nonchalantly.
There were no other passengers in Alec's train car.
This was exactly why the spirit body of England's most accomplished
miko as well as one of Europe's rare witches had sneaked into the
seat opposite to him.
Did she detect my location as usual through magical information
networks?
Speculating thus, Alec frowned.
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...What ill fate, the bothers of this woman never end.
"Rumors say that you have successfully slain your third god at Crete.
The god dormant on that island... turns out to be the divinity of Minos
after all?"
"I have no obligation to answer you. What a boring question."
"There. Your habit of twitching your right eyebrow the instant
someone guesses correctly. It is Minos as expected... So what kind of
authority is it this time? It must be one suited to you, a power that is
extravagant and convoluted at the same time."
A troublesome woman who always talked back with every sentence.
Their first meeting was when she was twelve. But even back then she
was not the least cute: a frail and sickly princess who proposed to the
Devil King terms of bribery and negotiation at the tender age of
twelve.
Recalling the details of their unpleasant first encounter, Alec clicked
his tongue.
"...Come to think of it, historically there have been many members of
the English royal family originating from fabricated claims of kinship,
thus producing incompetent kings."
A sudden change in conversation topic.
There was a need to make this troublesome encounter into something
slightly more constructive.
"That's an affront to England's hero of the Red Dragon...[3] Though I
can understand what you are getting at. Disregarding the earlier half
of his life, he became rather amazing in the latter half."
The girl with the graceful manners but surprisingly sharp tongue
began to launch into a speech.
Hero of the Red Dragon: Henry VII used the Red Dragon of Cadwaladr along with the
Tudor colors of white and green as his flag at the Battle of Bosworth Field, defeating
the House of York and ending the War of the Roses. Henry's claim to the throne was
tenuous because it was derived through his mother and by illegitimate descent.
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"The legendary King Arthur of England united Great Britain along with
the Scots who were suffering from invasions from the Saxons and the
Picts, defending them resolutely. He was the immortal hero who could
slaughter a hundred enemies with a single swing from the magic
sword Excalibur... Leading the Knights of the Round Table into battle,
he obtained victory after victory."
"However, being unaware of the immoral relationship between his
wife and the trusted subordinate, he was responsible for the fatal
wedge that drove apart the unity of his men."
"Aware but feigning ignorance... This kind of explanation may work in
fiction, but for a legendary monarch of war, it is nowhere sufficient.
Likewise for the reason of the country's ruin, the result of
suppression's failure."
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Alice smiled radiantly as she spoke with a satirical tone.
"Exceptional as a warrior and a commander on the battlefield, but the
absolute worst whether in terms of being a politician, king, or
husband..."
"I don't know why anyone would wish for such an inept person to
revive. I definitely would not."
Having said this, Alec continued.
"However he became an authoritative hero in England, Wales, Ireland,
Scotland... even France and other parts of Europe. A man that cannot
be understood with common sense."
"Yes, as befits the 'Once and Future King'."
Alice was quoting from the famous work that stood as a symbol of the
Arthurian legends.
The tomb inscription recorded in Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte
d'Arthur.
HIC IACET ARTHURUS REX QUONDAM REXQUE FUTURUS — Here lies
Arthur, king once, and king to be.
It implied that the legendary king was not a ruler who would remain
in the past.
Awakening in the future world to descend as king once more. Yes,
after being fatally injured at the Battle of Camlann, King Arthur sleeps
on the fairy island of Avalon to heal his wounds, waiting for his time
to reawaken! Hence he is the "Once and Future King."
"...I remember now. About a year ago, was it? The two of us were
investigating the legends of King Arthur as part of seeking the Holy
Grail. What about it, are you doing that again?"
Hmph. Alec sneered, declining to give an answer. It was still too early
to disclose, and he needed to continue deceiving this woman a little
while longer.
"Oh my, what are you thinking now? Fine, I will accompany you for a
while. Alexandre, you once said before, the truth of King Arthur's
legend can only be uncovered by transcending history and literature."
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"Ah yes. From a historical perspective, it's not very accurate. As
literature, it's a mess. Those are the traits of the legend."
Alec slowly nodded at Alice's query.
"First let's confirm the historical Arthur. This goes without saying, it's
just a fictional character. However, there could very well exist an
actual person who was the prototype."
"Yes, if such a person really existed, then it must have been in
England during the fifth or sixth century."
Regarding specific details in this area, there were many people who
knew even more than the Devil King and the White Miko-Hime.
The answer could probably be obtained immediately from them.
They were known in England as Arthurians, a group of King Arthur
fanatics.
Starting from the latter half of the sixth century, there was a
sustained increase in the number of people named Arthur in Great
Britain. As fame grew from outstanding people bearing the same
name as the legendary character, popularity increased amongst the
commoners and resulted in a rapid rise in children named in their
honor.
"However, even if a real person existed as the prototype for King
Arthur, he definitely was not a king."
"Britain at that time... was not an independent country. Still
considered a province of the Roman Empire even though it was
written off as abandoned frontier territory, calling oneself 'King' would
not have been tolerated."
For this reason, there were many who believe King Arthur's prototype
to be a Roman general.
In particular, figures bearing the name Artorius (which would be
Arthur in English) were the strongest candidates. However, there are
no historical documents recording English history at the time, hence a
candidate could not be narrowed down.
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No matter what, Great Britain in the fifth and sixth centuries was in a
state of political turmoil.
Furthermore, the original inhabitants of England back then were the
people referred to modernly as Celts. Modern Englishmen are the
descendants of the Saxon invaders who drove the Celts out to flee to
what were now modern Wales and Ireland.
Besides, the ones who wished the most to acquire the prestige of King
Arthur were the members of English royalty.
Starting with the House of Plantagenet in the twelfth century, this
tendency became more and more pronounced.
Ever since the Norman conquest in the eleventh century, most
members of the English royalty belonged to the clans of foreign
invaders.
Their justification for ruling England was to declare themselves the
descendants of the "Once and Future King," fabricating family trees in
the process.
"However, in the end not a single location remains as evidence of the
historical King Arthur. It would be more correct to consider the
phenomenon of the fabricated legendary king as an achievement of
literature."
As the train shook and rattled on its way, Alec continued to 'chat.'
He was merely speaking out loud as he organized the questions in his
mind. The incident of the girl he met a few days ago came to mind.
"Yes. In the tenth century's Chronicles of Cambria, King Arthur was
just an ordinary general. However, by the time of 1135's Historia
Regum Britanniae, he appeared as king instead, along with the wizard
Merlin as well as becoming the owner of the magic sword Caliburnus."
Alice's pupils shone with a mischievous luster. However, rather than
the subject of conversation, her interest lay in interacting with Alec
instead.
"This Historia Regum Britanniae is exactly the origin of literature on
King Arthur. After being translated and published in France, where
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many additional stories were added by court bards, it was imported
back into England and republished..."
"Thus the essential framework of the King Arthur legend was formed."
The bards on the continent were also the ones who renamed the
king's sword to Excalibur and added the characters of Queen
Guinevere and the Knight of the Lake, Lancelot.
The story of pulling out the sword in the stone to become king also
originated there.
"So with that, there are too many artificial changes to King Arthur's
story, making it more creative fiction than anything else... Still, this
man continued to exist as a hero in legend and was passed along the
ages. In reality, he also clearly displays the attributes of the war gods
of [Steel]. A completely incomprehensible existence!"
Alec finally cut to the main point.
"The 'Sword in the Stone' is a symbolic theme of the war god of the
equestrian Scythian tribe. It was due to obtaining this that the young
Arthur became king. Also, the scabbard of Excalibur carried the
magical power of immortality."
"Immortality on the battlefield. This is also a characteristic of [Steel]."
God of the military, god of might, god of war, god of battle.
Gods born to fight belonging to the category known as [Steel].
Their existences were metaphors for [Swords], and as living [Swords]
never yielded to outsider enemies.
"Well, let's put this topic aside for now. Ever since seeking the Holy
Grail last time, I have been considering the problem of the hero's
prototype. The one who set me along this path was no other but you."
"Eh, me?"
"Do you still remember? You once said that Lancelot of the Lake is
[Steel]."
Lancelot du Lac.
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Also recorded as Sir Lancelot or Launcelot, etc.
He was King Arthur's dear friend and premier knight. Honored as the
strongest of the Knights of the Round Table, he was a paragon of
virtue. However, tainted by the crime of his adulterous relationship
with King Arthur's wife, Queen Guinevere, he was unable to obtain the
Holy Grail that only manifests before "pure knights."
"The comrades appearing in the earliest Arthurian legends... Sir Kay,
Sir Gawain, Sir Bedivere and others, all of them can be confirmed as
being modeled on Celtic deities. The river god Kai, the battle god
Gwalchmai, and the one-armed war god Bedwyr. However, Lancelot
who first appeared in the twelfth century is still unidentified."
Sitting before Alec who recounted fluently, Alice cast a curious glance
to the side.
After a long while, she appeared to have realized the key point.
"There are also theories that suggest Lancelot's prototype is the Celtic
deity Lugh the long-armed master of all arts. [4] However, the truth of
this claim is tenuous at best. Rather, it would be more convincing to
say that Lancelot was created deliberately by bards as a lady-killer
character to cater to noblewomen and their preference for romance."
As a side note, Alice had been rather adamant in her declaration back
then.
Lancelot as a war god of [Steel].
"On the other hand, Lancelot's mother is the Lady of the Lake, who
happens to be quite similar to Thetis who dipped her son the hero
Achilles in the River Styx in Hades to give him an immortal body. A
symbiotic relationship with a water-related goddess is also a
characteristic of [Steel]."
As [Steel], gods of living swords had deep roots with the water used
for cooling freshly forged swords.
Lugh: Irish deity represented as a hero and High King in the distant past. Has many
epithets such as Lámhfhada (long arm), Ildánach (skilled in many arts), Samhildánach
(equally skilled in many arts), Lonnbeimnech (fierce striker) and Macnia (boy hero).
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"Conversely, Lancelot has no other characteristics other than this one
as [Steel]."
Alec showed a knowing smile as he continued his recollections.
"If this was really the case, then he is simply a war god and there's no
need to have a separate category of [Steel]."
"..."
"However, I actually agree with you. Determining Lancelot as [Steel]
is based on a certain report, the one that you Witans handed over to
the British Library and had been collecting dust ever since. That thing
was mixed in together with the other documents I stole."
It was the report of a researcher who came to Greenwich to study for
a semester and then moved on to Asia to undertake field studies.
"Your mind remains sharp as ever, you fellow! Even though you are
clearly a devil king!"
Alice began to throw a tantrum.
"Judging from your reaction, Lancelot must be equivalent to what
witches — top level witches keep amongst themselves as a secretly
communicated divinity?"
"Fine, yes. You really are the worst, Alexandre. You've always been
like this! Always setting verbal traps to make me reveal the truth to
you! Using methods of deception makes you the worst kind of man
completely failing as a gentleman! And not only failing as a
gentleman, you are also devoid of chivalry!"
"What's the point of saying all this? Just as you said, I am truly a
Great Devil King."
A satisfying victory.
Alec gloated over his successful turn of the tables, but at the same
time he wondered if it was a bit petty to have brooded over an
opponent who was a girl four years his junior...
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"Ah. Really! So that is why you came to this island! Even though there
might be some kind of unexpected occurrence, I believe it will surely
be overcome!"
"As I've already said before, you are too optimistic. You should always
calculate beforehand the worst possible situation."
"Mind your own business!"
Not long after, the train they were riding had stopped.
Carrying his baggage, Alec got off the train with Alice following him
with a displeased expression.
"Hey Alexandre. There is still quite the distance from here to the
destination. Why don't you just use [Black Lightning] directly? In that
case you can get there instantly, right? I think it's better to arrive
earlier. I don't want to take the train any more..."
"It is a good opportunity to train the endurance of a willful little lady
like you. If you're complaining then don't come along."
Replying with icy coldness, Alec began searching for the bus stop.
It was true that he was able to use the authority of divine speed, but
he could never use it casually: because activating that authority had
many troublesome aspects...
The quiet little town they had reached was Nuoro, a city located on
the Italian island of Sardinia. Like the Greek-governed island of Crete,
it too, faced the Mediterranean Sea.
Reaching their destination Oliena would take a bumpy bus ride of
several dozens of minutes.
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The little town of Oliena was situated in the interior countryside of
Sardinia.
Although there were no particular tourist attractions, it was a
beautifully scenic location.
The scenery included quiet forests and vast farmland, with a sense of
delight that could not be found in a bustling metropolis.
Alec knew very well where he had to go.
Walking briskly with no hesitation at all, with Alice's ectoplasm
following behind, the two of them soon came before a little house.
The exquisite house and garden revealed the owner's indifference to
horticulture, for the yard was full of weeds. On the other hand, the
flowerbeds were filled with all sorts of herbs and flowers.
Overall, the entire compound gave off a suspicious atmosphere, as
befitted the home of a witch.
As Alec nodded to himself, the Princess behind him spoke:
"Did you make an appointment? What if she's not at home..."
"No problem. It was all arranged beforehand."
"You haven't changed at all. Still paying attention to all the details."
That's because compared to your sloppiness, everyone else is
meticulous no matter who.
Alec was just about to chatter away with his retort, but it looked like
the lady of the house was coming out the door.
"Finally, visitors to my home, if I am not mistaken. Otherwise, please
accept my apologies. My name is Lucretia Zola. You two are — oh my,
isn't this an old acquaintance?"
The lazy-looking gaze belonged to an outstanding beauty in her
prime, wearing a comfortable fluffy dress. Nevertheless, it was readily
apparent that she possessed a sexy body.
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Lucretia Zola indeed.
Called the Witch of Sardinia, she was one of the highest ranked
witches. She seemed to be gazing with interest at her fellow witch
friend.
"It's been quite a while, Madam. Two years since we last met."
"...Ah, time sure flies. You are still as rude as the little child back
then. Or perhaps the status of a princess makes you too good for
manners? Calling a young beauty like me something like 'Madam'..."
"Calling someone 'Madam' is etiquette for expressing respect to
elders."
Alice and Lucretia chatted away affectionately.
Truly, the connections between top witches since ancient times
remain useful even in the present. As Alec nodded at his own
deductions, Lucretia turned her gaze to him.
"I don't really think your identity needs confirmation, but a greeting is
due as a matter of courtesy. You are Alexandre Gascoigne — the
Campione known as the Black Prince, yes?"
"Indeed. It is my honor to meet you, Exalted Witch."
"The pleasure is all mine. However, Prince, let me say something
first."
She showed no signs of fear or hostility in the face of a Campione.
Alec felt impressed by her ability to maintain composure. The witch
continued to speak calmly.
"It can't be helped for young ones to become arrogant after becoming
Campiones. However, to send a letter saying 'arriving tomorrow, hope
to meet then' without even signing a name, don't you think it'd feel a
bit suspicious to the receiver? It's not good for the heart, you know,
and hopefully next time you invite me on a date you can act a bit
more like a gentleman."
The final mocking sentence — truly made the moniker 'Prince' weep.
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"It can't be helped, Madam. It's actually not arrogance since he treats
all ladies poorly. Please don't take personal offense."
It was Alice's turn to speak in complaining tones.
"Really... So you didn't make a proper appointment after all.
Alexandre, despite your appearance, you are really bad at dealing
with women. Hearing your attempts at pleasantries is like listening to
an awkward middle school student."
"Mind your own business! Anyway, back to the subject at hand,
Lucretia Zola, I have things to discuss with you!"
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Alec tried to cover up his embarrassment by raising his voice.
He stared directly at the elderly — but still extremely beautiful witch.
"Since you should be the authority in this area, I wanted to inquire no
matter what, regarding the [Steel] war god Lancelot's connections
with you witches."
"Oh... If it's about that, I believe you can also choose to ask this
Princess over here."
Lucretia Zola spoke cheerfully as she alternated her gaze between
Alec and Alice, as if comparing the two.
"Looks like there are complicated factors at work. Well, fine. When I
first heard of the Holy Grail-seeking Campione I already expected an
inevitable day like this. If you don't mind, please enter my humble
abode!"
Alice followed Lucretia into her home, with Alec entering last.
The door to the home of the witch closed automatically, the heavy
wooden door shutting with great momentum.
"Before we discuss the hero Lancelot, may I ask something first?"
Lucretia asked when they reached the living room.
Everyone was seated around the table with a serving of herbal tea
each.
"No problem. It is only fair to return the courtesy if you can answer
our questions."
"...Devil Kings really show a gentleman's magnanimity only at times
like this. You're going to continue to become even more powerful, and
turn into something like Marquis Voban."
With a displeased expression, Alec ignored Alice's criticism.
It would have been too tactless to say aloud "Don't compare me to
that savage who only wears a veneer of intellect." Resolutely, he
chose to ignore her instead.
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"Then I shall go ahead. Prince, why do you seek the Holy Grail?"
The joking atmosphere was gone in an instant. Lucretia asked once
again with a solemn expression.
"Other than the fact that it is a container for incomparable magical
power, no other extraordinary value has been identified for this
sacred treasure. However, if such an item were to fall into your hands
— as a Campione, Prince, surely you can predict the kind of chaos it
will ignite... In the past, your obtaining of the counterfeit already
stirred up that particular conflict."
In the past four years, Alec had sought the Holy Grail twice.
The first time was the second year after becoming a Campione. The
Holy Grail obtained and hidden away by England's King John had
manifested. After much fighting, the object of contention was
determined to be a fake.
The second time was last year.
It was an adventure whose goal was the tomb of King Arthur and
Avalon the land of the fairies discovered by ancient heretical monks.
It was commonly believed that the Holy Grail also lay dormant there.
In the end, it was determined that what the monks discovered was
completely different from what was expected, and thus the search
ended.
"As a Campione, if you were to obtain the Grail's incomparably great
magical power, a cataclysmic event that tears apart the heavens and
the earth may arise. Or perhaps you may become the strongest
warrior in history who can destroy [Heretic Gods] with ease. For the
many people involved in magic that either fear or welcome such an
event, a great commotion will likely result... So, what is the reason
why you seek the Grail even at the risk of such turmoil? Pray tell me."
"Nothing much, all I want is to investigate it."
"...Huh?"
Lucretia greatly doubted this simple answer.
Wasn't I clear enough?
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"Simply stated, I just want to confirm what sort of thing it is. I want
to discern its true nature with my own two eyes. If it is something
useful I will keep it with me, otherwise I'd throw it away. I am well
aware of the trouble it will cause to my surroundings, but oh well."
Not unaware.
Shrugging at these indifferent words, Alice offered her commentary:
"Madam, Alexandre is a Campione after all. Even though I think he is
too serious and petty in weird areas, he turns out to be rather
arbitrary with his whims. The main point is, people with this kind of
personality indulge themselves in their own little world, bringing
trouble to others without a thought."
"If he didn't have such obsessions, he would really look like the type
of person who acts seriously."
Lucretia clapped her hands together with a smack.
"It feels strange to hear an unexpectedly honest answer. Yes indeed,
though a little different from the norm, it is still expected of one from
the lineages of the Campiones."
"Can you shut up with the personality attacks?"
A violent outburst.
Cough cough. Alec made a series of deliberate coughs and continued.
"Back to the subject of our request. Please tell me, what exactly is
Lancelot of the Lake?"
"No problem... However, you sure set your sights on a intriguing
deity."
A mischievous luster returned to Lucretia's eyes.
Alec remained dead serious and shook his head.
"That can't be all. It is something whose true identity is even more
elusive than King Arthur. At least the hero Arthur was probably based
on an actual general. On the other hand, Lancelot's true origins
cannot be traced at all. There are far too few leads."
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Alec glared coldly at the beautiful faces of the two witches.
"However, two witches have judged this unidentified hero to be a war
god of [Steel]. One of them is this Princess and the other is you."
"I must apologize. He has already read the report."
"Report...? Ahah, that one."
Lucretia nodded after a bit of thought.
"Even though it was something rushed out madly before the deadline,
that thing keeps bringing trouble."
"It can't be helped. That level of research paper can only be read by
Witens like the Diogenes Club. Even if they inadvertently wrote down
knowledge meant to be transmitted orally, those people should not
have leaked..."
The Princess seemed to have turned away, feeling responsible for the
leaking of secrets.
Anyway, it was time to use this material for a counterattack. Just as
Alec decided that, the Witch of Sardinia began to speak slowly.
"Lancelot du Lac is the guardian deity of high ranking witches — like
me who has reached the earthly pinnacle, or the Princess who has
reached the heavenly pinnacle."
...Oh? — Alec exclaimed.
"Having said that, the advantages offered are not that significant.
Only to the level of bestowing one or two divine decrees when
performing long rituals? If one of us witches had the disposition for
theophany, then it might be possible to use the violent skill of divine
possession."
A symbiotic relationship between the adulterous hero deity and
witches, the descendants of ancient miko.
Alec was secretly overcome with excitement. This subject piqued his
curiosity and was very interesting indeed. He must dig deeper.
However, what if he was unable to pry anything more out of this
witch's mouth...
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"A womanizing hero who only shows interest towards witches who
have attained ultimate status between heaven and earth...? As for
beings known as 'Divine Ancestors,' what kind of existence are they?"
The term was finally uttered. It would be bad if the witches continued
to beat around the bush. Fully prepared, Alec revealed his trump card.
"Alexandre, are you trying to say that you met a Divine Ancestor
somewhere?"
"By chance a few days ago. There was someone who appeared before
me, calling herself Guinevere. Know her?"
The Princess' usual disapproving manner vanished.
Hearing her serious reply, Alec secretly cheered in his heart. This
sense of victory gave him much satisfaction.
"Even the White Miko-Hime has never encountered a Divine Ancestor.
Guinevere in particular, is considered an existence akin to a queen
amongst the Divine Ancestors. She is a sacred demigoddess, having
transcended human and female boundaries. She does not appear
before others very much."
Seeing the nostalgic expression on the elderly witch's face, Alec
understood.
There were no signs of trying to hide anything. In that case, he
should ask upfront directly.
"Lucretia Zola. What is the nature of your relationship with
Guinevere?"
"Fellow researchers in the past, I suppose... Back when that princess
had just reincarnated, she made a suggestion to me once.
— If you are interested in [Steel], would you like to search for the
'King who manifests at the end of eras' together?
Guinevere invited me like that, so I accepted."
"King who manifests at the end of eras?"
"Madam, what on earth is this...?"
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The two young adults asked simultaneously.
Alec's cellphone began to vibrate.
Tsk. Ruining things at the perfect moment.
Nevertheless, only a rare number of trusted subordinates knew this
number of his. The LCD screen revealed the caller to be Sir Iceman.
After brief deliberation, Alec apologized and took the call.
'What's wrong with you, man? It seems like you simply love mystery
and adventure, including the accompanying danger and peril. This
time I can't help feeling that, Alec.'
"What do you mean by that, and where are you now?"
'Not too long ago, I had just arrived at port Cagliari on the island of
Sardinia. After taking a ship all the way from Crete, I received a
report from the Cornwall headquarters as soon as I arrived.'
"Report? Is it a report expressly addressed to me as the commander-
in-chief?"
'Yes. A most urgent report. An hour ago, a [Heretic God] manifested
in the coastal waters of Sardinia and has started moving towards the
east coast of the island. It looks like it will be landing soon.'
Sir Iceman's tone of voice became even more depressed.
If this continued, a situation of fighting two gods within a week could
develop after all.
Part 5
Getting results from the conversation with Lucretia was originally the
first priority.
However, news of a [Heretic God] appearing could not be ignored.
First Crete and now Sardinia.
Heretic Gods had been appearing one after another at every place
Alec visited as a Campione.
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