The flight from Japan to England was more than twelve hours in duration.
Japan's time zone was nine hours ahead. When Godou's group departed
from Haneda Airport, it was evening in Japan.
Having spent half a day rocking in a plane, they finally descended onto
England's Heathrow Airport. However, it was still the same date as when
they had left Japan.
—Leaving Japan on the 17:00 flight, they arrived in England at 21:00 on
the same day.
Simply looking at the local departure and arrival times separately, it might
appear to be a reasonable journey. However, this sort of troublesome time
difference was shouldered by the travelers in the form of dizzying jet lag.
"No matter how many times I experience it, I still can't get used to it..."
Godou grumbled as he walked along the corridor in Heathrow Airport.
Due to jet lag, he was feeling dizzy and exhausted even though he had
clearly slept throughout the flight.
All the travelers from east Asia to Europe experienced suffering. Amongst
his fellow travelers, Yuri was exhausted to her limits, whereas Erica and
Liliana were still functioning thanks to their superior physical endurance,
but even they could not be described as especially energetic.
As a side note, London was extremely cold now that it was the latter half of
November.
The three girls were all wearing winter clothing. Erica was dressed in a red
collarless tweed coat and a tunic top with black leggings. Liliana was
wearing a blue jacket, a short one-piece dress and black tights. Yuri was
wearing a white duffel coat and dark gray pants.
"A hotel near the airport has already been booked. Let us head there to
rest for today."
Liliana announced as she stood with her back perfectly straight.
Speaking in that stern tone no matter how tired she was, perhaps that
could be considered one of her virtues?
"Let us rest well tonight in order to have energy tomorrow."
Godou nodded at Liliana's suggestion.
Whenever traveling long distance overseas, it was best to sleep according
to the local daylight cycle in order to synchronize the biological clock and
dispel the torments of jet lag.
"By the way, Erica-san, has permission to have an audience with
Alice-sama — the Princess been obtained?"
"Yes. I already contacted her a few days ago."
Erica took out her cellphone as she replied to Yuri's query, most likely to
check her text messages, and switched it on.
"Unless any problem arises, everything should go as planned. We will
meet the Princess tomorrow... Oh my."
"What happened?"
"The Princess sent a message."
Everyone crowded together for a look at the screen of Erica's phone.
A message written in English. It must have been sent while they were on
the plane.
'Oh what a disaster! Just when I received Erica's communication and was
getting ready to convene with Kusanagi-sama (naturally I shall have to
sneak out of the residence♪), Chief Lady-in-Waiting Miss Ericson was too
vigilant.
I was originally in high spirits, but suddenly discovered she had cast a
barrier around the residence to prevent me from escaping. Isn't that so
mean!?
I must now revise my escape plans. Once I make a decision, I will contact
you.
P.S. Why not simply have Kusanagi-sama destroy London? If such an
event were to happen, I can immediately declare an anti-Devil King
emergency at headquarters, thereby acquiring freedom of movement.'
"...She really sent this?"
Godou sighed as he recalled the dignified and lady-like impression he had
of Alice.
As a message sent by a lady carrying the title of Princess, it contained way
too many objectionable points.
Was her personality always this bubbly when online or sending messages?
Or perhaps she simply forgot to maintain her usual facade?
"She's some sort of noblewoman from a duke's family... Right?"
"Yes. Her family is related to high ranking nobles on the European
continent in olden days. She is also the renowned sage princess who has
mastered the wisdom of the occult, with contacts amongst the descendants
of druids as well as various magic associations descended from the
lineages of the Knights Templar. She has also been described as Europe's
highest ranking noblewoman, a woman who stands at the very pinnacle."
Pausing momentarily to recollect, Erica continued:
"Her health had always been frail, but her condition turned for the worse
six years ago, so she resigned from her duties as the Witenagemot
spokesperson to convalesce at a residence in London. Previously, she
sighed to me that she could no longer leave the house freely due to her
family's concerns over her heath."
"But last time with the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, she came to Japan
using a method like spirit body detachment, right?"
"Very likely, the barrier she mentioned at her residence is one which seals
the movement of ectoplasm. In order to prevent the Princess from
escaping."
Liliana answered as Godou wondered.
I see. But then again, in that case, it's fine even if she doesn't leave the
house.
"Why don't we go to her house instead. It's no big deal, right? Erica, ask
her that in your reply."
"Well Godou, we made a promise with the Princess."
Despite the reasonable suggestion, Erica shook her head.
"The Princess stated already. Since she agreed to provide full assistance
to Kusanagi Godou during his visit to England, the Princess expects us to
do all we can to help her 'go out.' Those are the terms of exchange."
"The Princess wants to leave the house at all costs... Will that be
detrimental to her health?"
Yuri spoke softly as she worried for Alice's health.
Beside her, Liliana sighed briefly and said:
"Well, I am also worried about that. With that body even more delicate than
a noblewoman's, I really wish she could settle down and wait quietly for us
to visit instead..."
"Perhaps because she has always been raised in a sheltered environment,
she is showing rebellious signs..."
"Is it simply rebelliousness...?"
As Erica mused, Godou muttered softly.
"In any case, we cannot let Godou-san destroy London. What should we
do?"
"On the contrary. As long as we give the Princess a justified pretext, it's
good enough."
Unexpectedly, Erica refuted Yuri's statement of moderation.
"Recently, the renown of Kusanagi Godou has increased greatly, which is
good. Godou, I will inform her of our plans, so you can go ahead and put
on a good show."
She had clearly thought up some kind of troublesome plan.
Oh well, this is for the purpose of seeing Alice, no other way around it.
Godou sighed as he nodded, resigned to his fate.
"We'll have to get up early for the busy day tomorrow. Let's all hurry and
get to bed."
"Speaking of getting up early, the one with the biggest problem is definitely
you, Erica."
Seeing Erica beginning to issue orders haughtily, Godou could not help but
retort.
Erica Blandelli was unable to get out of bed in the mornings unassisted. It
had reached the point where someone had to take her to school every day.
Nevertheless, the girl with the devil moniker smiled seductively:
"Oh my? That won't be a problem at all."
"How can you be so sure? For someone like you, even if the hotel's
morning call service was used, you'd simply ignore it and keep sleeping."
"What are you talking about? Getting me out of bed in the mornings is
obviously your duty."
Erica suddenly embraced Godou.
That elastic and amazingly voluptuous bosom and gorgeously supple body
were tightly pressed against Godou.
"This is an uncommon chance to stay in a hotel on a rare trip. Naturally, we
must share the same bed and enjoy a passionate night together as lovers
should, right?"
"...W-What?"
Godou shuddered with extraordinary fright. By the way, this kind of
situation—
Even though he had just noticed, was this not a desperate predicament? A
notion suddenly flashed across Godou's mind. Think about this. A single
male traveling with three girls, and in foreign lands as well. The trip last
week to Kisarazu was similar, but at least there were History Compilation
Committee members present at their lodgings.
This was totally a four-person expedition. Besides, the whole thing came
out of his own planning.
Haven't I grown way too accustomed to these strange situations?
Godou began to fear the situation he had personally created.
"...Traveling with everyone, but the only guy is me? Whether
Amakasu-san, Kaoru-san, Yinghua, or people from the Committee, none of
them are here, which means I'm the only one traveling with the rest?"
"Yes. Isn't that what you proposed in the first place, Godou?"
Hugging Godou's arm, Erica whispered in his ear.
Godou abruptly turned towards Yuri, making the quintessential Yamato
Nadeshiko bow her head with a blush. She was embarrassed.
"I-Indeed, that is the situation. Godou-san. Invited by you, I could not
possibly refuse..."
Mustering her courage, she murmured in a delicate and charming voice.
An ordinary group trip... Even with that description, there were too many
sensational aspects. Godou suddenly felt like he had received a blunt
knock on the head.
Then he turned his gaze to Liliana. The silver-haired knight showed
calmness indicative of universal acceptance.
"I have sworn to assist you for a lifetime. No matter how unreasonable, I
will put forth all my effort into fulfilling your orders... By the way, Erica. Is it
not time for you to separate from Godou? That is about enough."
"Ah Lily. Embracing each other like this, affirming the touch of each other's
existence, shouldn't that be allowed without any restriction? Don't say
something so insensitive."
Staring back directly, Erica was unfazed by her childhood friend and rival's
cold glare.
"Regardless, it is Godou himself who proposed taking us along with his
expedition. Should I not act in accordance as his lover? Without a
satisfying personal life, he won't be able to concentrate on work."
Feeling Erica's lips on his cheek, Godou began to curse his own stupidity.
It was not too late, act safely and cautiously! The first priority would be
struggling free from Erica's tight embrace, for continuing to stay this close
would be...
However, he could not even budge against Erica's magically enhanced
arm strength.
Furthermore, Liliana was glaring reproachfully at her childhood friend and
rival while casting admonishing gazes at Godou, filling him with
apprehension.
If this continued, Yuri would probably start lecturing...
Even though the sensations of Erica's passionate embrace were very
pleasurable, Godou felt like he was hugging explosives. Turning his gaze
to Yuri, he was surprised to find the Hime-Miko deep in thought with a
serious expression. Then she spoke slowly:
"This is not the first time for Erica-san to act in this manner... Perhaps it is
a good opportunity after all. I have a suggestion for everyone."
What kind of situation is this? Godou felt uneasy.
"Before we left, I was worrying this would happen and it would develop into
another argument like the time at Nikkou."
Yuri spoke with concern as she recalled what happened a few months ago.
A commotion had indeed occurred when Erica wanted to sleep with
Godou. In order to deter her, Yuri and Liliana ended up staying with them
in the same room...
"I feel that entering another disagreement over similar issues would be
extremely foolish. After all, opportunities for us to travel together with
Godou-san will only increase from now on... Hence, I think we should
handle things in the following manner."
Yuri lifted her head with determination and swept her gaze across the
group.
Hime-Miko — true to the title of "Hime," Yuri displayed a most solemn
expression.
She was right. Godou felt relieved. Senseless commotions would only
waste time and energy, so everyone needed to be reminded to act with
propriety. This was very helpful of Yuri.
"Whenever we go traveling, everyone needs to stay in the same room... I
think that should be established as the rule. Is this not the best method to
eliminate contention?"
Oh my god, what happened to propriety...?
Godou was flabbergasted by the radical proposal which was the furthest
thing from propriety. Nevertheless, to his utter surprise, Erica and Liliana
began to ponder Yuri's proposal in earnest.
Part 2
Ah, the sunshine is so bright...
Watching the rising sun through the hotel window, Godou was using the
sofa as a bed. Having maintained his reason and sanity throughout so
many crises, Godou was a bit impressed with himself...
Liliana had made a booking at the hotel.
But thanks to Erica's meddling, the booking had been changed.
Originally, there was an additional room as proper for separation by
gender. As a male, Godou was not going to spend the night in the same
room with three girls. However, that booking was cancelled. Instead, a
spacious room with only a single large size double bed had been arranged
for the whole group...
And so, one night passed—
Currently, three beautiful maidens were deep in their dreams, lying on the
double bed.
Obviously, they were Erica, Yuri and Liliana. The extra size bed was more
than ample for the three slender girls. Seeing them get along so well, it
was a sight that brought a smile to one's face.
However, Godou only glanced briefly before averting his gaze immediately.
The girls' uncouth sleeping postures were so troubling he could not bear to
watch.
Even though Yuri and Liliana were wearing nightgowns, the lower hems
had been displaced by random movements in their sleep, revealing bare
legs in their dazzling white glory.
Naturally, Erica was the same as usual, sleeping in her underwear,
wrapped in a blanket.
Her sleeping appearance was not very graceful, but being able to see her
in such a vulnerable and honest state was quite a treat.
Cornered by such a scene, Godou felt his sanity being assaulted. With
three beautiful girls, their attack power was tripled, or rather, cubed.
"Thanks... Thanks to that, I woke up this early..."
Watching the morning sunshine, Godou muttered to himself.
Last night, after hearing Yuri's proposal...
"Indeed... Though it sounded rather radical at first, it is in actual fact quite a
reasonable idea. If everyone is gathered in one place, we can keep an eye
on each other."
That was Liliana's response as she glared at Erica who continued to
embrace Godou.
"Well, it's true from the perspective of equal opportunity. This idea is not
bad."
Erica consented with a slightly bored expression, still tightly pressed
against Godou.
Despite the adamant protests of the leader Godou, all the girls ignored
him. Thereafter, nothing noteworthy occurred.
Besides the likes of Godou trying to flee but being foiled by Erica's casting
of [Locking] magic on the door.
Or the intense heart racing caused by the girls taking baths or changing.
Or being exhausted by the long journey, only to find the bed occupied by
three sprawling girls.
Or things like Erica's tempting "why not sleep together?", Yuri and Liliana's
profound gazes, being embroiled in various arguments. In the end, Godou
slept by himself on the lonely sofa couch. Unable to enter slumber, he
suffered lying awake until late into the night.
Completely unnoteworthy, right?
In any case, morning came to the hotel at Heathrow Airport.
"Coffee... Let me find something to drink."
Getting up from the couch, Godou muttered.
"If you wish, let me prepare it? ...Godou-san?"
"Since we came to England, how about some tea? The equipment is here."
Voices came from behind.
Godou turned to find Yuri and Liliana getting up from bed.
"I'm sorry, was I too loud?"
"Do not be concerned. Today will be a busy day and I had intended to get
up early."
"Yes, same for me."
Yuri nodded in agreement with Liliana. The two began to prepare tea
together using the teapot and tea ware provided in the room.
Like Japanese hotels, most English hotels were also equipped to make
tea.
Looking at the girls' appearance, Godou felt rather worried.
The two of them were still in their nightgowns. Yuri's usually meticulously
combed hair was slightly ruffled by sleep while Liliana's long silver hair was
unbound from her usual ponytail.
In other words, this was a sight normally reserved for family.
Except maybe close friends for occasional sleepovers, or intimate
couples...
"By the way, Mariya Yuri. I really like your idea, it is a bit unlike your usual
style."
While brewing tea, Liliana suddenly spoke.
"Ah, yes. In actual fact, it occurred to me when Ena-san was telling me
about what happened during the time we were turned into stone."
"Ah, that time."
The silver-haired knight nodded at Yuri's answer.
It was a completely natural conversation, but Godou somehow felt uneasy.
Perhaps it was the mention of the unaware troublemaker, Seishuuin Ena.
"During the incident last week, Godou-san and Ena-san spent a night
together under the same blanket in the same room at the same inn...
Ena-san told me with great embarrassment. As all sorts of thoughts and
feelings converged, I came up with this proposal..."
"...Hmph. Is that so?"
Hearing Yuri's mournful confession, Liliana muttered monotonously.
Then she brought the readied tea over to Godou.
"It is ready, drink up while it is hot."
"T-Thanks. Looks delicious."
"No. These are not quality tea leaves so I expect the taste to be average.
Anyway, Kusanagi Godou, now that I think about it, I have forgotten to
hear your detailed report about the events during our petrification. As your
premier knight, this is an inexcusable oversight. My utmost apologies."
Liliana's apology felt very business-like and imposing. Godou steadied
himself.
"...In order for me to reflect thoroughly, please do enlighten me. Tell me the
details of what transpired during the night Mariya Yuri and I were petrified.
Is that fine?"
Godou turned to glance at the clock. There were still two or three hours
until breakfast.
During this time, there was apparently no way to escape Liliana's
interrogation. A crisis indeed.
On the other hand, Erica remained sound asleep despite the current
atmosphere.
The sight of her face in peaceful slumber made Godou incredibly jealous.
After enduring the exhausting morning, Godou finally managed to appease
Liliana's wrath.
The group went for breakfast once Erica slowly crept out of bed.
The traditional English breakfast was known for its sumptuous abundance.
The hotel where Godou's group stayed was one which maintained such a
custom.
Offerings included fried eggs and crispy bacon, grilled tomatoes, hash
browns, baked beans with mushrooms, sausages, thinly-sliced toast, etc...
A morning meal with a wide assortment of food.
Yuri could not finish everything with her small appetite, but the other three
made an excellent display of their bottomless stomachs, clearing
everything out without wastage — not simply due to the quantity, for the
taste was rather good as well.
After breakfast, the group left the hotel and took a taxi cab.
The ride from Heathrow to London took a few dozens of minutes. As
planned originally, Godou's destination was Greenwich in the suburbs
rather than the tourist attractions in London's city center.
Without needing to drive towards the usual tourist attractions, the taxi
made its way rather quickly.
"A rare chance for me to visit England, what a pity."
Godou muttered to himself as he sat on the passenger side next to the
driver.
As his first visit to this foreign capital, it was only natural to want to go for a
sightseeing tour.
However, he was alone in that regard. Whether Erica, Liliana or even Yuri,
all of them had been to London too many times in the past.
Very soon, the raging currents of the River Thames came into view.
Godou had heard of the famed river numerous times. Greenwich was a
little town next to the Thames.
Getting off the taxi, Erica led the way at her usual familiar pace.
Everyone followed.
Greenwich was the little town known for the famous Royal Observatory.
Established in the seventeenth century as the zeroth degree longitude, the
observatory was the basis for Greenwich Mean Time.
There were other worthwhile attractions such as the National Maritime
Museum and Greenwich Park. This was also the location of the
organization where Princess Alice once served as the spokesperson — the
Witenagemot's headquarters.
"Unlike our respective organizations, the [Bronze Black Cross] and the
[Copper Black Cross], the Witenagemot of Greenwich is not a magic
association. An extreme description would be something like a mutual aid
society."
Liliana explained as they walked in the little town.
"Mutual aid society?"
"Yes. It was originally a simple organization where members exchanged
occult knowledge, thereby obtaining insight from one another. Whenever a
member's research stagnated in progress, the others would offer financial
or academic assistance."
I see, so it's really like a mutual aid society. Godou understood now.
"As time went on, the Witenagemot established many independent
research organizations one after another, and became a great authority
especially with the founding of the Academy, thus engendering its current
unique position... Furthermore, the Witenagemot was established in the
nineteenth century during England's Victorian era. At the time, they were
forced to continually strengthen the organization in order to survive."
"In order to survive... Sounds quite dangerous."
Godou puzzled over Liliana's explanation.
Standing beside him, Yuri shuddered slightly as she spoke:
"Back then, London was where that person — Dejanstahl Voban lived.
Reportedly, he was enjoying city life in the rapidly developing capital of the
British Empire..."
"Eh, that old gramps?"
The demon who viewed gods as prey and caused other Devil Kings to
tremble before him.
The memories of the old Marquis who maintained a facade of intellect over
his true "bestial" nature were still extremely vivid.
"Back then when he was still a young man, he reportedly went to pay a
formal visit to Queen Victoria just for fun."
"In order to protect England and the queen from the Marquis' threat, the
Witenagemot began to devote serious resources to researching the Devil
King Campiones. This is actually quite a famous incident."
Liliana recounted it as a legend, but Yuri unexpectedly knew the inside
story.
Staying in the same city and living under the shadow of that monster must
have been suffering. Godou offered his condolences to Alice's
predecessors.
"Great, we've arrived. Hurry and get ready."
Erica called out to everyone as she stopped before a certain pub.
So this was an English pub? Godou was a bit impressed as he followed
Erica. Naturally, Yuri and Liliana came along as well.
The pub was rather ancient but kept very clean and tidy.
There was a wondrous relaxing atmosphere inside the dim interiors. The
evenings were probably filled with nearby men gathering for fish and chips,
drinking beer, chatting, and watching soccer matches.
However, it was currently morning.
There were no other people apart from the middle-aged man who was
preparing to open the place.
Greeting Erica cheerfully, he welcomed Godou attentively with a fearful
gaze as he led everyone inside.
"Was the guy just now one of Erica's comrades?"
"He is a member of the [Copper Black Cross] who is stationed at
Greenwich. My association has personnel distributed all over Europe in
this manner to receive the latest news on the Witenagemot... So Godou,
please act in the manner you have agreed to."
Opening the lid of a notebook computer at the cashier, Erica replied.
"It can't be helped... Fine, I will try."
It was too late to back out. Godou's voice was low and gloomy.
In less than twenty minutes, the door to the pub opened and a Caucasian
woman in her latter thirties entered.
Wearing thin-rimmed glasses, her demeanor was the complete
embodiment of a strict governess.
"I was invited to pay a visit. But how unexpected for His Highness the Devil
King to come to London personally..."
The one greeting in a trembling voice, was Miss Ericson indeed.
She was the Chief Lady-in-Waiting employed in service of Princess Alice
who lived in London's high class residential neighborhood. Last night, Erica
had contacted her through her business cellphone, and set up an
appointment in the name of Kusanagi Godou.
Also, the Princess who had given this phone number only disclosed her
name.
"Kusanagi Godou-sama. For what purpose have you come to visit this
land?"
Miss Ericson spoke as she glared at Godou.
What impressive boldness. However, a closer inspection revealed a certain
stiffness in her expression, as if she was rather tense from having to
engage a tyrannical(?) Devil King in a private conversation.
"Yes — nice to meet you. Actually I have a task I hope you could perform
as quickly as possible. I'm quite sorry to call you out expressly..."
Godou answered as he secretly cursed his deficient acting skills.
Before they left the hotel, Erica had taught him "to speak this way." Without
using too much acting, he was to take things cool and steady.
"W-We of the Witenagemot will not bow down to the tyranny of the Devil
King Campione!"
"Is that so? But as you should know, such stubbornness, in regards to both
our sides, will not result in a favorable outcome, right...?"
Godou spoke in a stiff tone of voice he rarely used.
Probably due to the awkwardness he was trying to suppress in his heart.
He felt really apologetic for saying such things to someone in their first
encounter. I really should find a time to apologize afterwards. Godou
thought to himself as he continued:
"What I would like to say is this, I have actually not said anything too
unreasonable. I just want to ask gently if you would kindly listen to our
wish, that is all..."
As he finished delivering his dry speech, he found Erica had made her way
behind Miss Ericson.
Standing at a spot out of sight from the strict Chief Lady-in-Waiting, Erica
held up a sketchbook.
Something was written on it...
'You need to act more like a Devil King, show some majestic solemnity
when you speak! Don't mess up this rare chance to debut in England! You
have to announce to the world: I, Kusanagi Godou, have arrived!'
...I'm gonna ignore it.
Coughing to clear his throat, Godou asked "How about that?"
At this moment, a beauty's face appeared on the screen of the notebook
computer at the cashier. In fact, it was a video conference program that
had just started up.
The beauty possessing dazzling platinum blonde hair was Princess Alice,
of course.
'Well! Why have you come to this place, Campione? Could it be that you
have come all the way from Japan to cause chaos by destroying London!?'
Alice's beautiful face shimmered with awesome splendor.
She was really enjoying herself, playing the role of the "highborn princess
who raged with a great sense of mission" perfectly.
...Or maybe, she should probably act with greater prudence.
'I will not tolerate such actions! Miss Ericson, please dispel the barrier at
the residence immediately. I implore you to allow me, Alice Louise of
Navarre, the former spokesperson of the Witenagemot, to have an
audience with the Devil King in person to negotiate directly.'
The Princess commanded her Chief Lady-in-Waiting through the notebook
computer over the internet.
However, this shout only served to return Miss Ericson to her senses. She
calmly adjusted her glasses and said:
"...Princess. Why have you appeared during my meeting with
Kusanagi-sama in what could be described as an unnatural manner with
such perfect timing?"
'Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Worry about these
minor details later!'
"These are no mere minor details. It is a most serious problem. Could it be
possible that the Princess has made some sort of shady deal with the Devil
King Campione!? First there was Alexandre Gascoigne, then Italy's Sir
Salvatore Doni recently! How unrepentant!"
'Uhohoho, what was that? Well, Kusanagi-sama, tell me your demands. If
you can spare London in exchange for my person, I will pay you a visit no
matter where you are!'
"Yes, well... It's not like I want to do anything violent, but I would be most
appreciative if you could come out to meet me."
Clumsily reacting in concert with the Princess, Godou spoke emotionlessly.
In the end, under the Princess's threat of "the Devil King will attack London
and bring chaos unless she is liberated," Miss Ericson relented with a bitter
expression, thereby bringing the commotion to a conclusion.
Part 3
Dozens of minutes passed after Miss Ericson had left.
A dashing beauty made her appearance in the pub where Godou was
waiting.
Wearing a white weightless-looking long coat, it was the princess with
platinum blonde hair. Suffice to say, this was Princess Alice.
"Please accept my utmost gratitude for freeing up this time for me."
Alice greeted elegantly as she gazed into Godou's face.
Her current dignified presence was just as unbelievable as the enthusiastic
display just now. Well, to be overly critical of that point would be a bit too
tactless. Acting as if nothing had happened, Godou said:
"Is it really okay for your health if you visit personally?"
"Yes. As Kusanagi-sama knows, I am using that certain ability. My body
remains at rest in bed, so don't worry."
That certain ability — spirit body detachment. Godou nodded.
Having revealed her secret, Alice grinned mischievously then turned to all
the girls present to display a bright and cheerful smile.
"It's been quite some time, Erica! Of course I would never forget you all.
Liliana of the Kranjcar family, as well as Kusanagi-sama's attendant Yuri.
Fufufu, my memory's not bad, right?"
Greeted by the noblewoman, Erica smiled elegantly.
Yuri frantically shrank back and nodded in acknowledgement while Liliana
silently bowed her head.
None of the three girls spoke. They were expressing their noninterference
in Godou and Alice — the negotiations between the Devil King and the
former spokesperson of the Witenagemot.
Furthermore, there was an implied expression of reverence for the one
known as Europe's White Miko-Hime, the most noble celebrity in the magic
world. No matter how cheerfully she had tried to strike up conversation, the
difference in stature was obvious — this was the most likely reason for
expressing respect.
At the same time, Alice very naturally accepted the respect offered by
Erica and the rest.
This was not acting haughty or overbearing. For Alice who stood as a
"Hime," it was only natural. Whether acting emotional and reckless on
occasion, or upfront and straightforward on others, this was her character
that accepted such offers of respect.
As befitted a princess, thought Godou, deeply impressed.
"By the way, Kusanagi-sama. I heard from Erica that Alexandre stole an
unidentified divine artifact from Japan—"
Alice spoke as she walked over with Godou to a table and sat down.
The other three girls stayed by the cash register.
"Yeah. Anyway, I think I need to have a serious word with him after I take
care of the Lancelot problem first... Perhaps, this could very well develop
into an extremely messy affair."
An eye for an eye, wasn't that right? After all, the other guy was the
instigator.
Kusanagi Godou was a pacifist. However, he was not a believer in
nonresistance. Even if there existed an option of appeasement, he would
not give up on retaliation.
"Well, it's expected of you. Yes, it wouldn't be interesting otherwise!"
"Eh?"
Hearing her jest-filled statement, Godou stared directly into Alice face.
At the same time, Europe's most exalted noblewoman smiled elegantly.
"No, it's just something on my side. Don't be concerned. Anyway,
Kusanagi-sama, would you like to listen to my advice?"
"Yes, of course. What is it?"
Princess Alice possessed extraordinary spirit powers and insight. Godou
had caught a glimpse of her talents during the fight against his sworn elder
sister Her Eminence Luo Hao. He proceeded to adjust his sitting posture.
"Kusanagi-sama has either made friends with or already battled several of
my friends... Sir Salvatore, Marquis Voban, Her Eminence Luo Hao, John
Pluto Smith-sama etc. You should know very well what truly unreasonable
existences Campiones are."
Definitely. Godou naturally recalled his fellow peers who all possessed way
too much personality.
As Godou nodded, Alice spoke with slight concern:
"Compared to the others, Alexandre is decisively different. As a result, you
may at first find him much easier to deal with compared to the other Devil
Kings. However, please be careful for this becomes a trap when fighting
him."
"A decisive difference?"
"Yes. The previous Campiones you have fought, each and every one of
them is quite old fashioned — or rather, legendary. They are essentially
mighty heroes who do not concern themselves with petty details. Though
they may employ cunning tactics on occasion, ultimately they depend on
natural instincts and impulses. They all harbor a bestial competitiveness
that modern humans have long forgotten, a group of people who slays
gods through momentary passion..."
Indeed, they were all people of that sort.
Alice's assessment of "old-fashioned." What an interesting perspective
indeed.
"Hence, Alexandre is the only one who retains traits of modern humans.
His neurotic personality obsesses over details. Naturally sharp instincts yet
a strategist. Even though his extraordinary competitiveness drives him to
hate failure with a passion, that kind of bestial feeling he gives off is slightly
different."
Black Prince Alec and White Princess Alice were archrivals.
Recalling Erica's words, Godou concurred with a "uh huh." I see, since
they had dealt with each other over such a long period of time, she could
recall the details of her opponent's personality instantly.
"That man neither possesses the same magnanimity as Marquis Voban,
nor Her Eminence Luo Hao's otherworldly logic, nor Smith-sama's sense of
mystery. However, underestimating him based on these observations
would be falling into his trap. He is a rare person who possesses a fine
intellect but never uses it for anything proper!"
"But I think he saved you once before, right?"
Based on Alice's reluctant expression, it must be true.
The Princess seemed embarrassed by past shame, and nodded gently.
"I feel ashamed every time I recall it... Alexandre probably cannot reach
the heights of Genghis Khan or King Richard the Lionheart, but he can
definitely become someone like Napoleon Bonaparte. He also has a
reputation like Arsene Lupin's. That is the kind of [King] he is. Please bear
that in mind."
Godou understood what the Princess was trying to say.
The Black Prince could not indulge in merciless slaughter to become a
great barbaric hero or a valorous king of knights.
On the other hand, he rivaled modern military geniuses and was a man
who brought to life the archetype of the gentlemanly thief from adventure
novels. What kind of Campione was he ultimately?
Imagining the appearance of this intimidating foe, Godou secretly trembled
with excitement.
"Anyway, Alice-san, shouldn't we get to the main topic of discussion?"
Before everything else, Godou had another formidable enemy to handle
first, so he changed the subject.
"If it's alright with you, please tell me about Lancelot. I heard from Liliana
that he is the guardian god of witches like you."
"Yes. Kusanagi-sama came to visit for this very reason."
Alice pondered as she spoke softly.
"However, I must apologize. Indeed, he is the guardian deity of the highest
ranking witches. However, this does not mean that we have access to the
details of his origins."
"It's like that?"
"Yes. Starting from the Middle Ages, top witches established their own
[1]network and had regular gatherings like the "Walpurgisnacht." The one
who founded this network was the Witch Queen of that time, the previous
generation's Guinevere-sama."
"Previous generation's Guinevere!?"
"Yes. The present Guinevere-sama, is the second generation reincarnated
several decades ago."
"The first generation in the Middle Ages, and the second in the modern
age... What a long interval."
"The rebirth of Divine Ancestors requires centuries to complete. That's
probably the reason."
Rebirth required centuries. So the immortal witch apparently had a
weakness.
As Godou noted to himself, Alice continued:
"The first generation's Guinevere was born several centuries after the
prototype of King Arthur's legend, the 'King of the End,' went into dormant
slumber. She was then murdered around the end of the twelfth century. As
her protector, Lancelot also 'conveniently' guards top witches under her
command."
"—Eh?"
Godou was shocked by Alice's calm disclosure.
Her statement just now, seemed to be filled with incomparably crucial
facts...
"The 'King of the End' who was the prototype of King Arthur? Isn't he the
mortal enemy of us Campiones, who manifests at the end of eras?"
"Well, if Kusanagi-sama already knows about him, this greatly simplifies
what I need to explain. Much appreciated."
Alice smiled lightly.
"Is that 'King of the End' King Arthur?"
"No, he's not."
The question that cut straight to the crux of the matter, was nonchalantly
refuted. What on earth was going on?
"When Heretic Arthur appeared six years ago, we were able to disprove
the notion. Thanks to that, the second generation's Guinevere-sama
entered a state of partial insanity, which is most terrible... When
Alexandre's hypothesis that 'the King of the End is actually not King Arthur'
was confirmed, that smug face of his was just asking for a beating, it
makes me so mad every time I think of it!"
Clenching her fist, Alice grumbled.
At the same time, the girls who had been silent so far began to get excited.
"Did King Arthur really become a [Heretic God], Princess!?"
"And six years ago!?"
Erica and Liliana were shocked.
Not only as Europeans but knights as well, the importance with which they
regarded the name of King Arthur was probably impossible for Japanese
like Godou or Yuri to fathom.
Alice smiled mischievously as she explained to the red and blue knights.
"Yes. Since it's a long story, I'll show you later the report from that time.
However, don't go telling anyone, okay? Even within the Witenagemot,
only members of the Diogenes Club are privy to this secret."
"Understood." The knights replied with reverence.
Nodding in acknowledgement, Alice turned back to Godou.
"Let's get back to the topic and talk about the war god Lancelot. Amongst
the stories of the Knights of the Round Table, Sir Lancelot's episodes were
all creations based on the first Guinevere's knowledge of King Arthur's
myth... In particular, a number of characters were added based on
Chrétien de Troyes' works. As a result, these myths are completely
unhelpful in regard to deciphering the original divinity of Lancelot."
The Princess nonchalantly entered the main subject.
Seeking her assistance was the correct decision — Godou was deeply
impressed.
"How about this? Visit the lands related to him, to understand what kind of
god he is — the best plan is to clear your thoughts and humbly open
yourself to the truth. Kusanagi-sama, you already hold the corresponding
trump card in your hand."
Saying that, Alice turned her gaze to the girl who had maintained silence.
The miko with the highest level of spirit vision, Mariya Yuri. The beauty with
the brown-tinted black hair nodded towards at the Princess' words. Only at
this time did Godou suddenly notice.
Alice was English while Yuri was native to Japan.
Nevertheless, both of them gave off an aura that was similar in a certain
way.
"Let's visit Somerset first, Yuri. Go there and feel those claw marks carved
and left behind by the Witch Queen and Lancelot du Lac."
"Yes, I shall do as you suggest."
Yuri's unhesitating answer elicited a gentle smile from Alice.
"Hohoho, no problem. I'm certain you will feel something. I also plan on
tagging along to provide assistance."
"Eh? Even the Princess herself!?"
"Ah, no need. You don't have to go so far."
Seeing Yuri intimidated, Godou hurriedly tried to refuse.
However, Princess Alice responded in a loud voice:
"No problem! If I had to articulate it, this is my personal interest. If I don't
take a stroll once in a while, I feel like my bones are going to rot."
"Huh..."
"Actually from a while ago, I've been thinking of teaching Yuri some basics.
Since this will be a good opportunity, let us get along well together during
our travels."
She did not seem like she would take no for an answer. Godou had no
choice but to accept her request.
"With regard to Guinevere-sama and Lancelot, I will also tell you
everything I know about them... Well, even though Alexandre was the one
who elucidated most of it."
Alice spoke with slight displeasure.
"Really, for that person to display exceptional talent in such an area. Pitting
wits against him is always such a pain!"
Gascoigne again? Godou somehow felt a vague sense of uneasiness.
Campiones were god-slaying warriors. However, Black Prince Alec was
different. He was the adventurer who had solved numerous mysterious
riddles, and a resourceful strategist at the same time. A talented man who
flew like the wind with thunderous ferocity and a genius who acted with
decisive willfulness...
Godou had a feeling that he would one day suffer for it if Gascoigne was
not dealt with soon.
However, his first priority was uncovering the mystery of Lancelot—
Consciously ignoring that restless unease, Godou directed himself to solve
the pressing problem at hand.
Part 4
Alice's chosen destination of Somerset county was located in southwestern
England.
It was a well-known tourist destination for communing with nature. In other
words, it was largely non-metropolitan and dominated by picturesque rural
and agricultural scenery.
"Come to think of it, isn't the county where Gascoigne established his
faction's stronghold nearby?"
"Yes. West of Somerset, a museum in a little town called St. Ives located in
England's westernmost region of Cornwall. A town inhabited by many
artists, with numerous art galleries and museums."
Somerset was three hours away from London by car.
Sitting in a car racing along the highway, Alice said:
"Although it has nothing to do with this trip, why don't we go the extra mile
and have a look? Even if we visit [Royal Arsenal] right away, it should be
empty."
"Empty?"
"Yes. Alexandre would never give meaningless orders to his subordinates
such as defending against or intercepting a Campione's attack. Instead he
would most likely command them all to retreat swiftly."
This car was a limousine provided by Alice.
The driving was assigned to a professional driver while Godou and the rest
sat in the back seats.
There was a divider isolating the driver from the passenger area. Sitting in
a row opposite Alice and Godou were Erica, Liliana and Yuri. However,
there would still be plenty of room even if everyone were to stretch their
legs straight.
Within the spacious vehicle, Erica and Liliana were reading the information
Alice had provided to them.
"This is the report concerning [Heretic Arthur]..."
"Did such a serious incident happen six years ago..."
"During that particular incident, Guinevere-sama lost all the magical power
stored in the Holy Grail. After that, we were able to seal Heretic Arthur
away through Alexandre and my combined power. At the very least, one
could conclude 'all's well that ends well.'"
Alice sighed as she explained.
"For that person to have returned, and caused the incident in Japan last
week... Kusanagi-sama, through that incident, we of the Witenagemot have
confirmed a certain principle."
"Principle?"
"Yes. That principle is this: when a [Heretic God] descends upon the
human world, the body and mind take form based on 'myths.' In other
words, when myths change, a god's nature will be altered accordingly."
It seemed like Alice was about to start giving a lecture on Lancelot.
Godou began to sit up straight to listen attentively as soon as he caught
Alice's serious tone of voice.
"For example, suppose there was a war god who was renowned as the
'greatest knight' in this world. However, a thousand years ago, that was not
his true identity. So, what would happen if that deity were to descend
tomorrow—"
"Would he descend as 'the greatest knight'?"
"That's right. Nevertheless, suppose he had descended as a [Heretic God]
fifteen centuries ago... Even if the myths change, there will be no effect
and he will continue to exist in the human world, maintaining the divinity he
started with."
"...So, you're talking about Lancelot after all?"
"Yes. To understand Sir Lancelot, three obstacles need to be overcome.
First of all, he was a god who manifested over a thousand years ago.
Secondly, throughout these one thousand years and more, all the myths
intimately linked to him have been lost, making investigations extremely
difficult. Third and last of all, many people have 'created' new myths about
him as the 'greatest knight' and spread them far and wide, further
obscuring the truth."
Godou recalled a name that Alice had mentioned at Greenwich.
"Earlier you mentioned someone called Chret-something, right?"
"Yes. Chrétien de Troyes. The twelfth-century troubadour who wrote the
first stories where Lancelot appeared. He was most likely a mage
descended from the lineages of the Knights Templar and is suspected of
colluding with the Witch Queen of that time, the first Guinevere."
"Eh!?"
"He and his companions were the ones who added Guinevere-sama and
Sir Lancelot as major characters in the new Arthurian legends. As a result,
trying to discern Sir Lancelot's original divinity from the stories of the
Knights of the Round Table becomes extremely difficult..."
Investigating the details surrounding Lancelot turned out to be a much
tougher mission than expected. Godou went "Hmm..." as he hugged his
shoulders, deep in thought, then he looked at Yuri.
"Yes. Consequently, this child's spirit vision becomes exceedingly
important. Hohoho. So, we shall be relying on you, Yuri?"
"Y-Yes! I fully pledge my humble efforts... But I cannot be certain if I may
be of help..."
"No problem. I can guarantee you that. Ah, but don't ask why. All I can say
is, it's female intuition."
The Princess smiled gently as Yuri cringed timidly. Her tone of voice was
rather subtle, seemingly straddling the line between joking and being
serious.
After that, Alice did not discuss anything more about practical matters.
Ending the explanations for Godou, the Princess began to chat cheerfully
with Erica, Liliana and Yuri. Perhaps she was worried about the
Hime-Miko's mental stress.
The car made its way speedily without congestion, then exited the highway
and entered local roads.
Looking out the window, green pastures were everywhere. Gentle rolling
hills traced curves over the land, creating undulating patterns.
Amidst this farmland scenery, Godou noticed something suspicious.
"What was that just now?"
In the corner of an abandoned field they had just passed through, there
was a massive stone structure.
It was constructed out of three rectangular stones, in a manner like a
house of cards — using two massive stones as pillars with one lying
horizontally on top. Each stone must have weighed several tons.
"Come to think of it, I've seen similar things in Sardinia."
"That's right, Godou. Monoliths left behind by prehistoric European natives
called dolmens. Many of them can be found on Sardinia as well as the
mainland. Yes, there was also one near the place where we encountered
the god Melqart."
"...Ah yes, that one!"
Prompted by Erica, Godou's memories were reawakened.
"The various monoliths scattered across Britain are believed to have been
constructed by indigenous peoples between the end of the Neolithic Age
and the Bronze Age, even earlier than the arrival of the Celts. Similar types
of monoliths can be found on the European continent — especially in the
region of Brittany in France."
Alice explained from beside Godou.
"Crossing the sea from Cornwall reaches Brittany directly. Even for an
island country isolated by the ocean, culture will be influenced by
communication and trade with the mainlanders. This is proof of that."
Just as the conversation reached this point, the car stopped in the
wilderness.
One of the passenger doors in the back opened, indicating the destination
had been reached. First Erica then Liliana, followed by Godou and Yuri,
with Alice last — everyone got off in turn.
A survey of the surroundings found fields all around. Other than the new
arrivals, not a single soul was in sight.
Furthermore, the monolith standing upright in this scene—
This one turned out to be round. Not like a sphere, but a massive circle
roughly ten meters in diameter. A hole was drilled through its center with
magnificent workmanship, making it look like a ring made of rock.
This massive ring of stone stood upright in the middle of the wilderness.
What a majestic and astonishing sight.
"...White Goddess—? And the King of War...?"
Suddenly, Yuri began to speak softly.
With shaking footsteps, she walked towards the toroidal monolith.
"Monolithic civilization is the heritage left behind by indigenous peoples.
Hence, monoliths like this were preserved for future ages and inherited by
later peoples who took over Britain."
Watching Yuri who was walking towards the massive stone, Alice
explained.
"It was said that whether the Celts, the Romans or the Saxons, all of them
firmly believed these monoliths to be sacred objects and sacred places, or
even gods themselves, and thus they protected them."
Finally, Yuri touched the toroidal monolith.
The Hime-Miko's gentle and beautiful face showed a wise expression as
she closed her eyes.
"Six years ago, during the 'Heretic Arthur Incident,' Guinevere-sama and
Sir Lancelot held a major ritual at this location for the sake of releasing the
Holy Grail's magical power to the maximum. There should still be some
remnants of their aura in this place. I was hoping 'if it's Yuri, will she be
able to read something?' when I suggested coming here."
As Godou listened carefully to Alice, Yuri opened her eyes once more.
Then she collapsed, as if all strength had been stolen from her knees,
making her unable to stand. It appeared that the oracle obtained through
spirit vision was quite draining.
"Mariya!" "Get a hold of yourself, Yuri!" "Did you see something!?"
Godou frantically ran to her as Erica and Liliana also gathered around.
Godou cradled the Hime-Miko's back with his arm, trying to support her.
Liliana also extended a helping hand immediately. At this time, Yuri smiled
weakly and said:
"The White Goddess, as well as the opposing King of War. I then saw the
name Sarmatae... Could that be the name of an ancient country?"
"No. Sarmatae... Also known as Sarmatia, was not a country—"
"The name of an ancient tribe. Yes, since Lancelot belongs to the most
primitive of [Steel], of course that would be the place...!"
Erica and Liliana replied excitedly to Yuri's whispers. It seemed like it was
a name within the knights' expectations. Just as Godou felt thankful as he
carried Yuri on his back to return to the car...
VROOOOOOOOOOM!
The loud and dynamic sound of vehicle exhaust could be heard.
Following the direction of the noise, a large motorcycle could be seen
approaching.
It was a Harley-Davidson. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket and
leather pants, along with shades. The helmet had no visor and looked like
an iron hat. It was an appearance that adhered faithfully to the image of
the stereotypical Harley rider.
"What is that man doing here? He sure does not look like some new age
hippy coming to a power spot to pray for luck..."
"Could that be Esteemed Uncle!?"
Just as Liliana muttered to herself in doubt, Erica exclaimed with surprise.
The Harley stopped right before Godou's group as the black-clad rider took
off his helmet and dismounted, walking into their midst.
"As I thought... It's been a while, Esteemed Uncle Iceman."
"You've grown to become even more beautiful, Erica. I didn't realize since
we've only been talking on the phone lately. Even though it's been many
years and I've got lots to talk with the niece of my enemy Paolo, let's leave
it for another time. Today I came to deliver a message."
The man took off his shades as he answered in a tone of voice carrying
great meaning.
The handsome and solemn face of a Caucasian in his mid-thirties was
revealed.
"A pleasure to meet you for the first time, Kusanagi Godou. I am the
retainer of Alexandre Gascoigne, Iceman... Ah, and of course, it is my
pleasure to meet you again, Princess."
This man was Sir Iceman whom Erica had mentioned before.
Why did he come here? As Godou wondered, the legendary knight handed
him a letter.
"Please accept this letter which our commander-in-chief Alec had sent to
us by magic and ordered to be delivered to you."
"He expressly sent this to me? What on earth is it?"
Reading the letter, Godou was stunned.
'This humble one recently decided to execute a little plan. With regard to
this, I have repeatedly warned you, asking you to watch without
interference. Reckless action is meaningless. I shall warn you once more, I
hope you will stand back and watch things unfold. Whether curiosity,
nosiness, heroism, human impulse, or thrill-seeking, all interference
stemming from such emotions will not be welcomed.
P.S. If it pleases you, how about a little vacation with your lovers at my
hometown of Cornwall? It is only dutiful for me to order my subordinates to
welcome your arrival. We have already confirmed arrangements, and hope
you can enjoy our hospitality for a month or two.'
It was a letter written using old fashioned Japanese.
"Telling me to do nothing and just have fun in England? Give me a break!"
Just as Godou scrunched the letter up into a ball, his cellphone began
ringing in his pocket.
However, things must be made clear to Iceman first. Let me ignore the
phone for now.
"Perhaps it might be related to Alec's intentions. Why not pick it up first?"
Sir Iceman suggested cautiously.
Intentions? Yet another dangerous word. Godou picked up the call.
It was Amakasu Touma. It seemed to be an international long distance call
from Japan.
'What a disaster, Kusanagi-san. In the waters near Bousou with its
unending succession of recent commotions, this time a castle of strange
rock has been built!'
"...Strange rock, what are you talking about?"
'A castle of strange rock. In the very center of Tokyo Bay, it suddenly
floated up like an island. An island covered with steep and treacherous
rocks, and also surrounded by a rocky reef. It emanates an intense
presence similar to an RPG boss' castle of the devil king. It gives off such
a terrifying and foreboding impression.'
A sudden inauspicious report.
Sir Iceman proceeded to speak in a very honest voice:
"Seems like Alexandre Gascoigne has put his plan into motion. Whether
you wish to stand back and watch, or hurry back to Japan... It's up to you.
Personally, for the sake of world peace, I recommend the former."
So that castle of strange rock really was the Black Prince's doing!?
Because he was left alone to roam free, others were suffering from it!
Godou was completely stunned by the accuracy of his unease several
hours ago.