A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

In the villa nestled deep within the valleys of the Alps, a man and a woman, each harboring their own thoughts and brimming with latent killing intent, lay entwined in sleep.

The weather had turned pleasant. The blizzard from the previous night had ceased, and faint sunlight poured through the window, bringing a hint of warmth to the otherwise frigid mountain peaks.

The bedclothes were slightly disheveled. Roy, dressed in pajamas, was wrapped in a thin quilt, lying on his side atop a pillow, his soft breathing barely audible. The bedding and linens were newly procured items that Roy had requested from the Swiss magic asssociation. While he could tolerate using second-hand furniture, there was no chance he would sleep on sheets or blankets previously used by others—especially considering that this place had once been the dwelling of the old Marquis Voban.

In Roy's arms, Athena, who currently took the form of a young girl, was clad in a strangely mismatched cashmere sweater. She was tightly embraced, and the excessive strength of his grip caused her delicate brows to crease slightly.

Athena lay perfectly still on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Her amber eyes were calm, unperturbed by sharing a bed with a man—a Campione. Although she was a renowned Greek virgin goddess, in the chaotic pantheon of Greek mythology, it was impossible for Athena to lack knowledge of relations between men and women.

It's merely a matter of being taken advantage of—nothing more. And for someone fated to die, I ought to show some leniency.

Athena reassured herself with this thought.

"Pah—"

Athena waved her small hand, swatting Roy's on the back. His hand, which had somehow found its way onto her smooth, sockless legs, was quickly brushed aside.

The sharp sound finally roused Roy from his sleep. He opened his eyes, locking gazes with Athena's calm and indifferent amber ones. Retracting his hand, he gave a sheepish grin. "…Sorry, it was involuntary. Your body is so soft—holding you is far too comfortable."

From his expression, it was clear Roy had come to view Athena as nothing more than a cozy pillow for warming his bed.

Sitting upright, Athena glanced toward the window. Her tone, as always, was aloof and regal. "…It's fine. I can forgive your rudeness, Roy Crowley. Now, as it is the second day, according to our promise and agreement, you must hand over the Gorgoneion to me. After that, I will kill you here and send you to the underworld."

"Don't rush, Goddess Athena! There's no need to discuss fighting and killing on an empty stomach. Let's talk about it after breakfast."

Roy climbed out of bed. He paid no mind to Athena's presence, casually shrugging off his pajamas and changing into his everyday attire.

The events of the previous night had been a spur-of-the-moment idea. Athena's current youthful appearance made her look like she was barely over ten years old. In Roy's previous world, even considering such behavior would lead to a swift prison sentence. However, things were different here. He was a Campione, a demon king who ruled unchallenged over the mortal realm. The laws of man were meaningless to him. Furthermore, Athena was an ancient goddess who had lived for millennia, making her an "absolutely legal loli." (T/N: I see)

With the chance now presented, Roy didn't hesitate to do something he had only dreamt of but never dared to act upon in his past life: holding a little loli as he slept. Her petite, soft, and delicate frame made for the perfect embrace, ensuring Roy had one of the most restful nights of sleep he had experienced in recent memory. Besides, this loli wasn't just anyone—she was a bona fide goddess. (T/N: Why am I translating this?)

Roy was simply indulging his ambition and desire as a demon king.

He turned his gaze to Athena, noting the lack of any hint of fatigue in her clear eyes. Curious, he asked, "…Did you not sleep last night?"

"I am the Heretic God, the queen who presides over darkness. Night is my most active time. Have you ever seen an owl sleeping at night?"

Athena had no qualms about revealing her multifaceted identity in front of Roy. She understood that with the mystic eyes Roy had usurped from the "Wisdom of Solomon," secrets were impossible to keep. It was better to be forthright.

"That's why I'm curious," Athena remarked, her tone calm and cutting. "You dared to fall into a deep sleep beside the goddess Athena. Aren't you afraid I might suddenly decide to send you to the underworld?"

Sitting on the sofa, Athena bent her smooth legs and began pulling on her blue stockings, inch by inch. Her legs were tender, slender, and translucent like jade.

Roy observed the loli goddess's alluring posture as she put on her socks, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "...Of course I'm afraid. That's why I was prepared before going to bed. Even if you, goddess, tried to use your cunning wisdom to launch a sneak attack, I would have reacted immediately."

"I appreciate your honesty."

Seeing no deceit in Roy's words, Athena's lips curled into a faint, elegant smile. Having finished donning her socks, she hopped lightly off the sofa and urged Roy, "...Then hurry. I can't wait to kill you and see the despair in your eyes before you die."

"The feeling is mutual. I, too, wish to witness the pain and despair in your eyes when I defeat you, goddess. In myth, when the Olympians fled in terror from Typhon, only Zeus and Athena stood their ground and fought fearlessly. Just imagining the heroic figure of the goddess of war makes my blood boil!"

Exchanging heavy words laden with killing intent, Roy and Athena strode together to the door and opened it.

At the door, Erica and Liliana had been waiting for some time. The sharp gaze of the two knights immediately targeted Athena behind Roy before anxiously turning to their lord.

"...Lord Roy, are you alright?" Liliana asked worriedly.

"What could possibly be wrong?" Roy replied nonchalantly, his tone light. "To sleep alongside the most illustrious goddess of Greek mythology—what an honor. Even in the myths, no god can claim such a feat. Lili, is breakfast ready?"

Roy strode past the two knights toward the dining room, his right hand tucked casually in his pocket.

"...It is prepared just as you requested," Liliana replied, falling into step behind him.

"It's truly a burden for someone as talented as you, Lili, to take on the duties of a maid," Roy teased.

"Serving Lord Roy is my honor. Please do not say such things," Liliana murmured, her silver hair shading her lightly blushing cheeks.

After a brief pause, Roy's tone grew more serious. "After breakfast, Lili, you and Erica will remain here. If I defeat Athena, I will return triumphant. If I fall, you must both leave immediately and return to Italy."

Erica and Liliana were stunned by his words, their eyes wide with alarm. "Lord Roy," Erica began, "as your knights, it is our duty to fight alongside you on the battlefield. A knight cannot allow the king to be harmed before they fall. To do otherwise is to betray our very honor!"

Roy halted mid-stride, turning to face them with a gentle yet firm expression. "Your loyalty touches me, but you cannot intervene in the battle against the Heretic God. Though I may act like a tyrant at times, I will not send my faithful subordinates to their deaths in vain. Obey my orders, Erica Blandelli and Liliana Kranjcar: stay here and go nowhere until I return victorious!"

Liliana flushed, her mouth opening as if to argue, but Erica placed a hand on her shoulder, silencing her.

Roy's words, though harsh, rang with truth. In a confrontation between a God Slayer and a Heretic God, knights and magicians had little role to play. If a God Slayer required assistance from others to secure victory, it would only underscore his incompetence.

A true God Slayer should stand alone, capable of facing the gods themselves without defeat.

"Do not fret, Roy Crowley," Athena said, a victorious smile playing on her lips. "I will grant you the honor you deserve. Even if I kill you, I will not harm your servants unless they dare to challenge me."

Her amber eyes gleamed with supreme confidence. She was the goddess of war and wisdom, after all—a being who could never know defeat. At least, this is what Athena believed.

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(T/N: Sorry for the late update. But here it is. Man this chapter was hard to translate for me. But if I change these things, it might become harder for me later on if this stuff gets mentioned later for whatever reason)