Hearing Izumi say that he would be the one to slay the gods, Kanon finally let out a sigh of relief.
To be honest, she'd been genuinely worried.
If Izumi had decided to keep "helping" her by making her continue killing Heretic Gods, she really didn't know what she would have done. Becoming a Godslayer already felt troublesome enough—if she kept gaining more Authorities, she would inevitably get entangled with even more factions.
That would be far more exhausting than she could handle.
Now that she knew it had nothing to do with her, Kanon put on her shoes and followed along.
The moment Izumi opened the door—
Erica was already waiting outside.
The instant she saw Izumi and Kanase Kanon, she dropped to one knee without hesitation.
"Erica Blandelli greets you, my lord… and greets the King."
Kanon panicked immediately.
"P-Please get up!"
"You don't need to do that!"
Erica froze for a moment, clearly taken aback.
This King is… incredibly polite.
She was nothing like the other Kings Erica knew.
Izumi, on the other hand, didn't care about formalities at all. He spoke directly.
"Erica, make some arrangements."
"We're heading to Sardinia—an island in the Mediterranean."
Since he didn't have anywhere particular to go, he figured he might as well head there.
Who knew—maybe he'd even bump into the beginning of the original storyline.
Erica hesitated before asking carefully,
"My lord… the major Italian magic associations have already gathered."
"Will you not meet with them?"
Izumi raised an eyebrow, then rejected the idea without a second thought.
"Not interested."
"I know exactly what they're thinking."
"Neither Kanon nor I have any interest in that."
"Tell them to go home."
"Once we leave for Sardinia, we won't be staying in Italy anyway."
...
Erica was speechless.
This man really did seem to see through everything.
Still, she had no choice but to obey. She quietly went off to make the arrangements.
Watching Erica comply so obediently, Kanon couldn't help feeling puzzled.
"Izumi-senpai…"
"Why is she listening to you so unquestioningly?"
"Is there a reason?"
Kanon didn't understand this world at all yet.
Erica's behavior felt almost too obedient.
Izumi explained calmly.
"A Campione is a godslayer—and also a tyrant."
"By slaying the gods of Heaven and stealing their Authorities and power, they become Kings."
"In this world, Campione are also called Demon Kings."
"There is no magician or knight who can defeat a Campione."
"Human magecraft is essentially useless against them."
"Even an ordinary person—if they became a Campione—would turn into an almost invincible existence."
"And I'm even more dangerous than a Campione."
"That's why she listens."
"Does that make sense now?"
Kanon nodded slowly, thinking it over.
"So… she's actually afraid of your power, Izumi-senpai?"
"But are Campione really that frightening?"
She understood they were strong—but this level of fear still felt excessive.
Izumi chuckled.
"In this world, a Campione is basically a walking nuclear weapon."
"And one that can move on its own."
"No one has the power to oppose them, so all they can do is fear them."
"There are currently six Campione in this world."
"With you, that makes seven."
"And the other six are… completely lawless."
"The things they've done in the past still give people nightmares."
"So when you became a Campione, Kanon-chan—your reputation took the hit too."
...
Kanon went completely silent.
So this was the result of other Campione's bad behavior?
In other words—
The moment she became a Godslayer, her reputation was already ruined?
"…I see."
That felt… strangely complicated.
At that moment, Kanon had only one clear thought.
I want to go home.
She really didn't want to stay in this world any longer.
She'd been completely tricked by Izumi.
Thinking that, she shot him a resentful glance.
Izumi just laughed it off and gently rubbed her head.
He knew exactly what she was thinking.
Sudden changes like this were hard to adapt to, after all.
Meanwhile, Erica conveyed Izumi's refusal to the Italian magic associations.
After arranging the plane and all related logistics, she waited in the lobby.
When Izumi and Kanon came downstairs, everything was ready.
Erica now looked exactly like a loyal attendant.
She escorted them into the car and drove straight toward the airport.
The Italian magic associations were left staring at one another in confusion.
They had wanted to cling to a powerful new pillar—
And instead, they'd been completely ignored.
Izumi had refused them simply because he didn't feel like stirring up trouble.
Besides, magic associations were fickle by nature—pure opportunists.
Italy was Sword King Doni's territory.
Even if Doni didn't care about governing, Italy still bore his mark.
Now that a new Demon King had appeared here—one who seemed even more terrifying than Doni—those people naturally wanted to latch on.
As if Izumi would ever be interested in that.
To him, Erica was nothing more than a convenient helper.
He had come to this world solely to help Kanase Kanon grow stronger.
That goal had already been achieved.
Once he killed a few gods and studied the nature of Godslayers, he planned to leave.
Building power in this world was pointless.
Coming here in the first place had been an accident.
The Gate of Transcendence was random.
Even if the coordinates of this world were recorded after they returned, Izumi doubted he'd ever come back.
Unless, of course, he decided to bring someone else along to power-level them by killing a few Heretic Gods.
But that was probably unlikely.
Power gained too quickly came with serious drawbacks.
Izumi could already see them clearly in Kanon.
Her strength had skyrocketed to S+, but she had poor control.
Using Authorities came with cooldowns and limitations—
Almost like a game.
Waiting on cooldown timers was annoying.
In that sense, gradual growth was often better.
For Kanon to truly master her power, she would need time.
Still, the inherent traits of a Campione were impressive—
The Thousand Tongues, immense magic resistance, rapid regeneration.
Those alone made it worthwhile.
Others could come here someday to "farm" these benefits too.
But that was a matter for the future.
Following Erica's arrangements, Izumi and Kanon boarded the plane.
The aircraft lifted off—
Heading straight toward Sardinia.