Little Garden 246-250

Title: Will He Win? Guaranteed Death!

“Master, the information on the Black Prince has been compiled.”

A female electronic chorus voice came from the phone floating in front of Aslan.

“Project it, let me see.”

The corner of Aslan’s mouth curved into a smile, and he happily began reading the Black Prince’s information.

Of course, instead of information, he was now mostly seeing dark history.

“Interesting, I didn’t expect there’d be doujinshi about the Black Prince and his great knight subordinate, Ice Man, here.”

“Let’s see the content…”

But before Aslan finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck and shattered the wall in front of him that was being used as a screen.

Aslan shook his head helplessly and put away his phone.

“Really, one after another so impatient, can’t hold back even a little.”

As he spoke, Aslan turned around and saw a figure with a cold expression, almost murderous.

The Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne.

“So, you were hiding here, my comrades, and the White Hime-Miko.”

Hearing the voice, Alice blinked and turned to Aslan.

(Aren’t you the King of the End? Why does Alec think you’re a Heretic God?)

Alice’s eyes showed such doubt.

Aslan winked with interest, didn’t answer, just looked at the Black Prince and continued listening.

“If you wanted to provoke me, then you succeeded.”

“And you, White Hime-Miko, have I been too lenient with you? Who gave you the courage to research my character and name my Divine Authorities?”

Alec was only slightly angry about the doujinshi of him and Ice Man. After all, it was a small loss to Alice, and he still followed the rules.

Besides, he didn’t know—the thing that made him angry, even ashamed, was the analysis report of his reactions attached after the doujinshi.

Anyone, seeing others analyze your character, compile it into a report, turn it into information, and even give ways to deal with you, would be furious.

Alec User Manual.

Especially an arrogant, stubborn God Slayer called a Devil King?

From the looks of it, this wasn’t just about himself.

He knew what Witenagemot was hiding.

As for Aslan, he didn’t sense Heretic God aura on him. Aslan also didn’t make him feel like fighting.

Alec narrowed his eyes. From Aslan’s body, he smelled a dangerous aura.

But it didn’t matter. With the Black Lightning Divine Authority he mastered, he was confident he could face any existence.

“But how desperate are you, or how hungry, to accept an evil and immoral Hime-Miko like that.”

Alec said half-moved, half-admiring.

In his view, Aslan before him was truly a brave man.

“Don’t you think her panicked look is very interesting?”

Aslan said with a faint smile. But indeed, Alice had many little thoughts.

She needed proper discipline.

“Hmm~, I think the King accepted me because of my charm.”

Alice said with a sad expression.

“After all, I’m still a blooming teenage girl, at the age to look forward to a handsome Prince like the King.”

“An old hag nearly thirty still dares to say that.”

Alec scoffed. An old aunt who’d been competing with him for over ten years since she was twelve—what didn’t he know about her?

Alice’s expression instantly turned angry. She stomped her foot furiously, saying with an ugly face.

“I’m only 29, 29 years old!”

She emphasized the 29, meaning to show she was still very young.

(After all, you’re an old geezer who’s lived decades, do you have the right to say that to me?)

“Indeed very interesting.”

Alec said with a smile.

He admitted Aslan had good taste. Hime-Miko should indeed be treated like this.

After that, he ignored Alice and calmly looked at Aslan.

“Alright, show whatever ability you have. You who know my Divine Authorities should have guessed that before coming to this temple, I already launched the Labyrinth Divine Authority.”

“From the start, the balance of victory has tilted toward me.”

Alec spread his arms, turning his back to Aslan.

He was never afraid Aslan would attack from behind. He had enough confidence in his reaction speed.

“After all, you probably didn’t expect how many in Witenagemot, who originally followed Alice’s call to help you, now surrendered to me?”

Aslan said very calmly.

“Are you sure you really launched the Labyrinth Divine Authority?”

This was a Celtic Temple. And he, currently, wasn’t fully independent from the Celtic Pantheon.

In a temple with a God, still wanting to launch another God’s Divine Authority?

“When? How is that possible?”

Hearing this, Alec’s pupils suddenly widened. He turned abruptly, only then realizing his labyrinth hadn’t launched at all.

No, this person wasn’t a God Slayer! Nor a Heretic God!

He truly was the King of the End.

After a moment of shock, Alec immediately activated Black Lightning Divine Authority.

Turning himself into lightning. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared on the outskirts of Rome.

From London to Rome, it took him about twenty seconds by feeling, about 75 kilometers per second.

This was the fastest speed he could achieve.

When his figure appeared in Rome, Alec felt panic and relief.

“Lucky the Divine Authority I master most is Divine Lightning.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Alec’s expression froze.

He turned slightly behind and saw Aslan and Alice still in the same place, looking at him with interest.

His heart pounded like a motor.

“How is that possible? I didn’t even manage to escape?”

Alec twisted his waist, his whole body turning into lightning again, entering God Speed state, rushing toward Aslan.

He guessed the opponent’s Divine Authority was related to space, so close combat and Aslan’s reaction ability might be lacking?

But Aslan expressionlessly raised his foot, speaking at an extremely fast yet very calm speed.

“Not even reaching light speed, can’t even conceptualize, still want to sneak attack me?”

Under this counter-question, Alec saw Aslan’s foot turn into light in an instant.

Light speed? Seriously?

The next second, he was stepped on by Aslan into the ground.

Alec’s Black Lightning Divine Authority, in Aslan’s view, was only equivalent to the Glitter-Glitter Fruit or Rumble-Rumble Fruit in One Piece.

Could only elementalize, couldn’t conceptualize like a Four-Digit mastering Authority could.

Like Letitia could turn into true shadow, indirectly intervene with light, achieving light-speed movement.

Karyou could also turn into fire, moving at light speed with Scorching Heat Authority. He could even intervene with light speed, lowering light speed.

Now, Alec stepped on by Aslan just wanted to mock his earlier self.

His earlier self was still confidently saying, wasn’t He just the King of the End? Though couldn’t be defeated, he could surely escape, right?

In historical records, God Slayers in the last fifteen hundred years, besides a handful killed by peers or Heretic Gods, mostly died of old age, lifespan around three hundred plus years.

Marquis Voban might have reached this age.

After all, God Slayers weren’t Gods, ultimately still human.

But it’s said if mastering a life-related Divine Authority, lifespan could be extended to unimaginable limits.

So in reality, he never cared about the King of the End.

The King of the End was just a coward who hadn’t acted in at least fifteen hundred years.

But Alec never expected the opponent to be this strong.

Now, Alec opened his eyes. Aslan also released his foot, letting him stand.

He smiled bitterly.

“So… in the end, I overestimated myself.”

“But why didn’t you kill me?”

Alec asked curiously. If his investigation wasn’t wrong? Wasn’t the King of the End’s duty to clean up God Slayers?

“I’m not the King of the End, and why should I kill you?”

Aslan tilted his head slightly, explaining with a faint smile.

“I never said anything. You all assumed it yourselves.”

“Hmm~, King, you’re bullying!”

Alice puffed her cheeks angrily, floating to his side, hugging Aslan’s neck, saying very dissatisfied.

Of course, instead of dissatisfaction, it contained more acting spoiled.

Aslan could only say, this was a woman very accurate in positioning herself, with absolutely no morals.

She was indeed a Witch.

“So…”

Alec was also speechless, looking resigned to slaughter.

“But I’m quite curious about God Slayers. What’s your idea?”

As he spoke, Aslan already wore a white lab coat, stethoscope hanging on his chest, gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Truly an elite Medical Doctor appearance.

If Arthur and Athena were just to help the Halloween Queen, Algol, and Athena.

Then Aslan next would do some things of his own.

Namely deconstruct mythology, and create Angra Mainyu’s God Genome.

To completely deny the God Creation Theory, deconstruct the evolution of Godhood, Authorities, and the relationship between Faith, History, and Humans.

This was also a necessary step to raise his Unofficial History to a Divine Authority Artifact.

Only by fully understanding Gods could he better target Gods. At the same time, fiction could play its most perfect role.

Maybe one day, Aslan could raise this thing to a kind of script?

An existence similar to Immortal Historical Record, High-Dimensional Narrative.

Of course, this was just a hope. Currently, Aslan couldn’t even reach Immortal Historical Record level.

“Of course I’ll follow your will, but before that, please allow me to execute a few daring cockroaches.”

Alec knelt before Aslan.

Perhaps due to his childhood experience, he was still quite understanding, and in absolute power difference situations, no need to resist.

The winner becomes king, the loser becomes bandit. It’s been that way since ancient times.

“As expected, they were doomed to this disaster.”

Without asking, Alice already knew what happened.

What else could happen? Secrets exposed, and they didn’t side correctly, or not fully.

Wall grass was always the most hated.

Even Alice suspected Aslan deliberately let Alec descend. Otherwise, with the temple’s ability, how could Alec find them?

-

Title: Huh? I’m Fighting the Knights of the Round Table?

London streets.

Liliana Kranjcar, the silver-haired, blue-eyed, slender and graceful Sword Fairy (as pranksters called her), was on a rare vacation.

Of course, it would’ve been better if she hadn’t been called for sudden overtime.

Not long ago, she received a new mission.

“A Divine Artifact?”

Standing at a crossroads, Liliana held her phone, whispering softly.

“Asking me to search for a lost Divine Artifact in England and investigate what’s really happening there?”

Liliana inwardly wailed about her vanishing vacation, but she had to gather her spirit and clarify the situation.

In Italy, there were seven leading organizations among the secret societies researching magic.

Bronze Black Cross, where Liliana belonged, was one of them.

And she herself was the eldest daughter of the Kranjcar family, the leading family of Bronze Black Cross.

If something happened to a discovered Divine Artifact and it flew to England, she naturally had the duty to handle it.

To avoid triggering diplomatic incidents and conflict between the Sword King and the Black Prince.

But before that, she had to trace the Divine Artifact’s origins. When necessary, she, with her witch blood, would also be frontline personnel, personally investigating the artifact’s origins.

However, her mentor Diana conveyed crucial news over the phone.

“What? The origins are already known? A fragment of an ancient Earth Mother’s Divinity?”

Liliana was shocked and slightly confused.

What was Divinity? As a witch, she certainly knew. But only a Heretic God descending to the world could restore Divinity.

Thinking this, Liliana said nervously.

“Such a thing will surely spark conflict between the two Kings. Are you asking me to investigate whether another King succeeded in slaying the God?”

Liliana’s hand trembled slightly, nearly dropping her phone.

She fell silent for three or four full seconds, then said awkwardly.

“What? Already coordinated with Princess Alice? This time it’s just information sharing?”

If asked who the strongest witch was now, it was none other than Princess Alice.

Her witch blood had undergone ancestral awakening, even reaching a level comparable to a Divine Ancestor, burdening her body beyond endurance.

In the Middle Ages, to spread her fictional myth of the Legend of King Arthur, Guinevere built a network connecting all witches, making all European witches a loose community in a sense.

They regularly held gatherings like Witches’ Night, and the current organizer and manager was Alice.

In witches’ private calls, Alice even had the title Witch King.

But Alice herself didn’t accept the title. After all, compared to God Slayers, what little witch dared call herself a King?

Since it was already coordinated, Liliana felt relieved.

(No wonder my mentor asked me to come. Probably to meet Princess Alice and build connections.)

Thinking this, Liliana took a breath and huffed softly.

“I understand. I’ll go find Princess Alice and help investigate the information. Please don’t worry…”

But before Liliana finished, she froze. Seeing the latest news on TV, she was speechless.

“After Queen Elizabeth’s consideration, she and Prince Charles are advanced in age. It has now been decided to abdicate the throne to Alice Louis of Nafal…”

“W-What… is… this…?”

Liliana was suddenly shocked.

Wasn’t Alice from the hidden world? Why was she reaching into the secular world? And even becoming Queen of England.

Was Alice going to lead the violation of the hidden world’s unwritten rules?

“Very surprised? What’s there to be shocked about?”

A young man’s voice asked.

Just as Liliana felt shocked, her shoulder was suddenly patted.

Reflexively, Liliana wanted to counter with combat techniques.

“Huh?”

Liliana initially wanted to move, shocked, and turned half-warily to look behind.

Seeing this, her pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

“Wah!”

An uncontrollable physiological reaction hit Liliana. But she could only cover her mouth with difficulty. Her pupils stared straight at the person before her. Her mouth uttered emotionless words.

“That is the Hero who defeated the Devil King. That is Britain’s incarnation. That is salvation’s manifestation. The Savior Hero… Uwaa~~”

Liliana couldn’t help vomiting again. But at that moment, the hand pressing her shoulder slightly strengthened, and all negative reactions vanished instantly.

“Tch, this Divinity condensation process is really troublesome. Why does Divine Nature always leak?”

Aslan clicked his tongue unhappily. But Liliana’s heart sank to the abyss.

The Divine Nature she just saw with Spirit Vision… Arthur Pendragon. Liliana showed a tearful expression, truly seeing the arrival with her naked eyes.

Liliana blinked.

And Aslan standing before her also blinked, saying jokingly.

“I was wondering why Alice suddenly told me to come. Turns out seeing I don’t have many knights under me, she came to give me a subordinate.”

This… Liliana was shocked and couldn’t help asking the still-connected phone.

“Mentor, is Princess Alice pledging loyalty to a Heretic God?”

“Are you so vacation-drunk you’ve gone stupid? The one Alice is loyal to is the Black Prince, though it’s surface loyalty.”

Diana on the other end asked back, slightly confused.

“Isn’t it simple? Just kill Alec, and it’s done?”

Diana suddenly fell silent.

Liliana suddenly let out a crying sound. She looked at Aslan with helpless tears, and at the same time at the decisively hung-up phone.

Liliana fell into despair. She only felt she was going to die.

A Heretic God who kills God Slayers… This was truly a disaster. God Slayers were people blessed with strong fortune.

Even Athena, at her peak, after killing a God Slayer, ended up with a third of her Divinity destroyed.

(Then this Excellency…) Liliana somewhat didn’t dare continue the thought.

She was afraid she’d faint from her own fear.

“I really don’t know why you made me Queen of England?”

At this moment, a sweet female voice came from the side.

“Of course to balance Alec. And I’ve already given the reward upfront.”

“Hmph, truly a heartless man.”

Hearing that, Liliana couldn’t help looking up, only seeing a blonde girl who had somehow attached herself to Aslan’s back.

And a honey-haired Valkyrie behind Aslan.

(Ancient Steel Goddess, Lancelot…) Liliana finally broke, saying with a dazed expression.

“You don’t need to gang up to fight me, right?”

“Already scared with just this? What if I say I can summon the Knights of the Round Table?”

Aslan looked at Liliana in surprise, showing a playful smile.

(Huh? The Knights of the Round Table, a dozen allied Heretic Gods attacking me? I must not have woken up.)

Then Liliana fell silent for a moment, her eyes rolled back, and she truly fainted.

But before fainting, she vaguely heard the conversation between Aslan and Alice.

“What a pity I went through the trouble to find you a few pretty knight maids…”

“Find for me… I think you’re tricking me.”

(So I was tricked into coming here?)

Closing her eyes, feeling a beam of light, this stimulation made Liliana unconsciously open her eyes.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

Various art pieces and expensive furniture appeared beautiful and elegant, full of historical charm, arranged by a master.

In this Gothic-style building, Liliana seemed to understand where she was.

She lifted the sheet, put on slippers, and walked down the corridor. Not far away came the conversation between Aslan, Alice, and another existence.

“You should at least tell me, what’s really up with that phone of yours?”

Alice raised her head, looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.

“After all, I deliberately tricked a pretty knight maid for you~”

“Are you sure that’s tricking? Isn’t it taking advantage of the situation?”

Aslan narrowed his eyes, looking at Alice, smiling while poking holes in her words.

This made Alice, who originally wanted to gain more benefits with this, unable to help inwardly cursing Aslan for being insensitive, not knowing how to seize the chance to increase her goodwill.

But in the face of Aslan’s attitude unmoved by persuasion or coercion, Alice could only sigh helplessly.

She gently hugged Aslan’s arm, swaying it, and whined.

“Please, tell me.”

Truly a wicked man, she had to beg herself.

But it really made her curious—how could a high-tech object like a phone integrate with magic? Back then, the United States spent vast sums to conquer magic technology.

But still failed. Magic simply couldn’t integrate with technology; the two were even mutually repulsive existences.

Only then did Aslan nod satisfied.

“Simple, because all your magic is built on the foundation of mythology.”

Strictly speaking, the Campione world environment wasn’t far from the Strike the Blood world environment. Even magical power was nearly the same.

Not like the Tsukihime world, where the more known the mystery, the more it vanished, and magic weakened.

But like technology, a special energy that could be interfered with and observed.

Meaning, if not for the existence of Heretic Gods, God Slayers, and mythology misleading this world’s magic system, this world would also develop magic technology like Strike the Blood.

Of course, it should be noted that Strike the Blood’s magic technology was brought by the Devas.

Magic in Strike the Blood was actually technology using magical power to achieve certain phenomena.

But magic in this world was actually a ritual to borrow power from Gods, using corresponding God power to achieve certain phenomena.

And God power had the property of lag, and as eras progressed, people no longer believed in Gods, causing mythological development to stagnate.

Of course, corresponding powers couldn’t be excavated, and even magic would repel modern technology.

But such things were also easy to solve—just rebuild a new magic system.

Turn magic from metaphysics and theology into science.

-

Title: My Relationship with Little Garden’s Central Core Is Only “Slightly” Good

“So that’s how it is?”

Alice sighed, feeling like she’d caught a non-combat ailment.

Magic and sorcery were originally passed down by a Goddess. She was Hecate in Greece, Skadi in Norse mythology, and also the Goddess Heka in Egyptian mythology…

Originating from Gods, it was natural to borrow mythological power.

“But building a new magic system isn’t that simple?”

Alice looked at him with eyes full of hope.

She wanted Aslan to understand her meaning.

However, Aslan looked at her meaningfully, his eyes as if seeing a brave soul.

“Are you really sure you want this?”

Honestly, Aslan could fully trigger a Historical Transition Period with this and popularize magic technology.

This world’s planetary vitality was extraordinarily strong, even capable of birthing hundreds of Earth Spirits and supporting mythology’s existence.

In cosmic space, magical power also existed, just like the Strike the Blood world.

Abundant planetary vitality was extremely fertile soil for magical civilization growth. Supporting it to soar into outer space wasn’t difficult.

If planetary vitality was utilized and magical civilization developed, the cost would be mythology not getting sufficient supply, inevitably conflicting with humans.

This world was too suitable for Kali Yuga.

Humans develop magical civilization, defeat mythological Gods, and rush toward outer space.

But the risks…

A Historical Transition Period like this truly meant going to war with the Gods.

Even Aslan, with his Unofficial History, didn’t dare take this risk to start such a Historical Transition Period.

It would be bad if he really drew them out.

But if there was now a brave soul willing to bear the blame, Aslan wouldn’t refuse to give her this chance.

Seeing Aslan’s gaze at a brave soul, Alice suddenly couldn’t speak.

It always felt like there was a super big pit inside.

Better not try taking shortcuts.

“Forget it, I’m not curious at all now.”

Alice’s mouth twitched. Curiosity sometimes kills the cat.

But after hearing her words, Aslan spoke to himself.

“It doesn’t seem entirely impossible either?”

From his Little Garden experience, generally Little Garden only observes a world once, and the Gods are the same.

For a world already observed, the possibility of triggering another Historical Transition Period is gone.

Unless observed again, or the triggered Historical Transition Period originates from Little Garden.

And coincidentally, Aslan’s relationship with Little Garden’s Central Core was only “slightly” good.

Re-observation wasn’t impossible. Using the time flow difference between Little Garden and other worlds, plus hiding in plain sight tricks, it wasn’t impossible.

“…”

A bad feeling rose in Alice’s heart.

(Could Aslan be planning to let me take the blame?)

“King, I remember there are some state affairs to handle in Parliament. Allow me to take my leave first.”

After Alice bowed to Aslan, she prepared to dissipate the clone without hesitation.

Her real body was still receiving news interviews.

Did she really think becoming Queen of England was that simple? There were many issues behind it.

“Wait, since you’re handling state affairs, go ahead and publicize the hidden world, announce magic’s existence to the world.”

Hearing this, Alice’s movement froze.

At this moment, she seemed to see countless Gods staring at her from the sky.

She turned to him with helpless tears, as if hoping this way Aslan would show mercy.

And Aslan said with a mysterious smile, “Didn’t you say you still have state affairs to handle? Why not go?”

After that, he just calmly looked at Alice, with no reaction.

At this moment, Alice sighed softly.

“Then I can only hope you won’t disappoint me.”

What could she do? The choices left before her were only two: die now, or die later.

She preferred surviving a bit longer; one more day was one more lucky day.

“Don’t worry, even if you die, I’ll take you from the Underworld.”

Aslan snapped his fingers, and a Magic: The Gathering card was inserted into Alice’s body.

“Alright, go handle your affairs. It seems my sweet knight maid will soon come looking for me.”

As he spoke, Aslan turned with a smile, seeing the silver figure approaching him.

“Truly a heartless man.”

Alice sighed, seeing him show not the slightest reluctance.

“But also a man who gives great security.”

Though just a promise, Alice could see Aslan’s words weren’t empty.

That was enough for her, even if she wasn’t sure what risks were involved.

After that, she dissipated this clone and returned to her real body.

On the other side, finally seeing Aslan’s face, Liliana immediately knelt on one knee.

“From Bronze Black Cross, Liliana Kranjcar pays respects, Your Excellency.”

“Call Your Excellency what? Call King! Don’t you know my identity?”

“Yes, King.”

Liliana said with slight despair.

(Why do I feel like I’ve been thrown into a fire pit?)

(Oh no, that feeling must be eliminated.)

(And is there a problem calling a Heretic God Your Excellency? You’re not a God Slayer either.)

“By the way, about you voluntarily becoming my knight maid, your mentor Diana has already approved it.”

Liliana nodded expressionlessly. From her unreliable mentor who decisively hung up without hesitation, she could see it.

This mentor truly had no heart!

Selling her disciple without the slightest hesitation.

If her guess wasn’t wrong, this mission was probably originally for her mentor, but to train her, she was sent instead.

(Lucky I was happy about expanding connections.)

(Truly a pure witch!)

Liliana thought angrily.

She even ignored the fact of when she voluntarily became Aslan’s knight maid.

Aslan calmly sipped tea, raised an eyebrow, and looked into the distance.

“Steel Divinity? So we’ve reached this plot point?”

The fierce conflict in Sardinia, though far, naturally didn’t escape Aslan’s perception.

He’d always been paying attention to that place.

After all, that place was the starting point of everything.

Though he somewhat looked down on Godou, he was quite interested in those two Heretic Gods.

“What Steel Divinity?”

Athena frowned, asking Aslan.

“Ancient Persian War God Verethragna and King of Gods Melqart. They’re fighting in Sardinia. Estimated they’ll soon have a winner.”

Beside them, Liliana broke into a cold sweat. If she remembered correctly, that annoying Erica seemed to be on a mission there.

Though they clashed, Erica was one of her few friends.

(War God Verethragna, King of Gods Melqart, Victory Goddess Athena, plus King Arthur… So many Heretic Gods gathered, is this the end of the world?)

Liliana thought somewhat pessimistically.

“Why, you want to go? Bringing you isn’t impossible. Coincidentally, I want to capture Pandora and research the Circle of Usurpation.”

Aslan rubbed his chin, saying.

“May I? This servant is confident not to be a burden.”

Athena said with extraordinary confidence.

After being beaten by Aslan multiple times, she’d lost all confidence.

Now she desperately needed some achievements to prove herself.

“Sure. If possible, try to capture alive.”

Aslan thought for a moment. Asking Athena to capture alive alone was a bit too difficult for her.

After all, those two Heretic Gods weren’t weaker than her.

“By the way, Lancelot will go with you.”

“No problem.”

Athena wasn’t arrogant. She knew her own strength. Though not weak among Heretic Gods, she wasn’t dimensionally strong either.

Defeating, even killing, wasn’t difficult. But capturing alive truly wasn’t easy.

With Lancelot, the Steel Goddess, as assistance, success rate could increase greatly.

“Liliana. Our Sardinia travel schedule, leave it to you to arrange.”

Aslan waved casually. Arriving early or late made no difference to him.

Hearing this, Liliana raised her head with slight joy. Her blue eyes looked at him.

“King, I’ll definitely arrange a schedule that satisfies you.”

Liliana looked at him. Suddenly she felt Aslan could also be considered an Overbearing CEO.

Could her spring finally be coming?

(If an Overbearing CEO falling for me is impossible, King Arthur falling for me isn’t impossible either…)

Liliana couldn’t help fantasizing inwardly. She suddenly realized Aslan’s appearance wasn’t bad, or rather, very much to her taste.

Previously just frightened by Divine Might.

(Mentor Diana, you’re immoral, so don’t blame me for being disloyal.)

Liliana thought somewhat darkly.

Originally she had great respect for her mentor. But now…

Forget respect; if Diana stood before her, not stabbing her mentor was already good.

Liliana thought angrily.

Athena looked at Liliana with slight pity, and strangely at Aslan.

“Your character is truly wicked.”

“With just a few words, you made mentor and disciple enemies.”

In fact, Aslan hadn’t contacted Diana at all. Everything he said was just nonsense for fun.

Though, even if he really asked, the result wouldn’t change.

Otherwise, Liliana wouldn’t be so convinced.

“Same to you. Didn’t you remind her either?”

-

Title: The Cruelest Type of God Slayer

Sardinia, right when the sun had just reached its zenith at noon.

Under Liliana’s guidance, Aslan descended the plane stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs were members of Bronze Black Cross in Sardinia. There weren’t many—just Diana, responsible for scheduling and driving in Sardinia, who was also Liliana’s mentor.

After all, Liliana wasn’t that generous.

(Since you thought of abandoning your disciple to secure your own safety, don’t blame me for dragging you into this.)

(My dear mentor.)

Diana Milito.

With a childlike face, fond of wearing intricately ruffled clothing that still emphasized youthfulness, her actual age was untraceable. She was a witch.

As an executive of Bronze Black Cross, she was sent by Liliana to Sardinia to carry out this mission.

But when she drove to the airport, her mood was foul—especially seeing the expressionless Liliana in front of her.

(Liliana, is this how you repay your beloved mentor?)

(Pushing your mentor into the fire pit!!!)

Diana thought furiously, but her surface etiquette was flawless.

She only silently communicated with Liliana through extremely “friendly” eye contact.

(Even if I accidentally set you up once, isn’t this a good thing?)

(Look at you—now you’re the King’s Knight!)

(Who cares if he’s a Devil King who slays Gods or the King of the End who saves the world—just say it, haven’t you latched onto a big thigh?)

(And this King looks extremely handsome. It’s exactly like the novel you wrote, you know.)

(You think I haven’t read that romance novel you wrote? There was one about Arthur being reborn, right?)

(Believe it or not, I’ll show it to the King?)

As if seeing the threat in Diana’s eyes, Liliana glared back in anger.

But she couldn’t do anything to her mentor, only sulking on the side.

If the novel she wrote were actually seen by Aslan, what face would she have left to live in this world?

This was social death more severe than actual death.

Not afraid of being shattered to pieces—just must leave her purity in this world!

(Ahem~, want to compete with me, Lilli? You’re still too green.)

Diana’s expression suddenly became much brighter, and even her driving became far more stable.

The car was a specially modified vehicle. Besides Diana in the driver’s seat and Liliana in the passenger seat, Aslan, Guinevere, Athena, and Lancelot all sat in the back.

Bronze Black Cross members provided comfort along the way and cleared out irrelevant people—for example, local prominent nobles trying to pay visits.

But Aslan had no interest in dealing with those nobles. Just like Witenagemot, if he really had to choose, just wipe them all out.

Witenagemot and the Royal Family now only had Alice, James Hark (Witenagemot Chairman), and Ericsson (Alice’s personal tutor and attendant) remaining.

The rest? Alec would teach them what a King’s majesty truly was.

In modern times, the last thing lacking was talented people eager to climb upward.

Of course, Bronze Black Cross was also very wise. Upon learning that Liliana had “voluntarily” become Aslan’s knight maid—

Without the slightest hesitation, even without meeting Aslan, they were willing to pledge loyalty to him.

Most importantly, they acted quickly, cleanly, and didn’t disturb Aslan.

They simply gave Liliana authority to mobilize all Bronze Black Cross resources.

Their wisdom left Aslan at a loss for words.

All he could say was—worthy of being raised under Marquis Voban? Truly wise.

Before Sword King Doni became a God Slayer, Italy was Voban’s territory.

Marquis Voban had made great contributions in upholding the dignity of God Slayers.

“…”

Athena suddenly looked up, gazing far through the car window.

“There seems to be a Divine Beast roaming above the city center?”

“It seems one of the unified God’s bodies has been destroyed. A God with many Divine Beasts as symbols—is that the War God?”

Aslan leaned back on the sofa, slightly opening his eyes, and said: “The King of Gods Melqart is also severely injured and recovering in the temple on that island. You can take this chance to capture him.”

“Considering testing needs, it’s best to capture both Verethragna and Melqart alive.”

Athena nodded slightly, agreeing.

She didn’t seem uncomfortable or displeased seeing Gods of equal rank treated as lab rats.

As an oppressed Earth Mother, Athena held no goodwill toward oppressors.

Whether Verethragna or Melqart, Athena only felt their methods weren’t cruel enough.

Now was the time for Steel Heroes to sacrifice themselves for them.

“Athena, which one do you want to capture? Melqart or Verethragna?”

Aslan asked with a smile. He left the choice to Athena.

Athena thought for a moment, then decided on her target.

“Just the Mediterranean King of Gods. The Divinity in his body is the sky—this servant hates it most. After all, this servant and the War God both wield Victory Divinity. Compatibility isn’t good.”

Athena wasn’t arrogant and analyzed the situation seriously.

Diana and Liliana beside them suddenly trembled in fear.

Was this the King of the End’s attitude toward Gods? Treating them like white mice—capture whichever you want.

But wasn’t this a bit wrong? Why was the King of the End capturing Gods?

Diana felt she might have heard a terrifying truth—she didn’t dare think further.

She suddenly felt a bit panicked.

At this moment, Athena seemed to remember something and calmly said.

“This servant suggests capturing just one is enough. The War God should just be killed. Don’t you want to research that witch’s Circle of Usurpation?”

Witch? Diana and Liliana were slightly confused.

Did she mean existences like them? But what right did they have to be mentioned by Athena?

Aslan immediately understood Athena’s implication.

Pandora!

The mother of all God Slayers, and likely the one who provided aid in the mythology usurpation process. She might offer Aslan no small amount of help.

But she only blessed those who created the miracle of the weak defeating the strong.

This was somewhat troublesome.

But only slightly troublesome. Aslan thought of his Magecraft Displacement and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll become a ‘God Slayer.’”

Though in a certain sense, he already was a God Slayer—even the cruelest type.

One activation of Last Trial of Mankind cleansed Gods in units of millions. Though he hadn’t yet purged an entire pantheon.

If not for the Underworld being a parallel world connecting countless realms and being too vast, he would’ve long pulled Pandora out.

(Becoming a God Slayer?) Liliana was slightly confused by Aslan’s words.

But at this moment, the car had arrived at the square in front of Sardinia’s Old Church.

“King, we’ve arrived.”

Liliana respectfully opened the car door. After stepping out, she stood respectfully by the side.

At this moment, Aslan stepped out of the car. As soon as he stood, he turned and looked at the highway from the church to the sea.

Two young men stood in the middle of the road. One, a youth in a tattered white robe with beautiful features, even grinned, showing a mad smile.

“What’s wrong? Suddenly not talking?”

Godou looked at the overly handsome youth before him.

To return a stone tablet left by his grandfather’s friend in Japan, he came alone to Sardinia. Then, while asking for directions, he met this youth.

Though the other’s speech was a bit pretentiously old-fashioned, making him slightly annoyed, seeing that extremely beautiful face, Godou unexpectedly didn’t feel irritated—instead, found the other unexpectedly intriguing.

But through conversation, he seemed to hear that the youth before him had lost his memories.

But seeing the youth staring unblinkingly into the distance, Godou asked with slight surprise.

“Did you meet someone you know?”

Godou turned and saw three people who had just gotten out of a car.

One was clearly a European with blonde hair and blue eyes, extremely handsome and giving off a very charming feeling.

Another was a very cute silver-haired young girl.

As for the old aunt beside them clearly trying to look young—she didn’t need to be acknowledged at all.

For some reason, Diana felt disgusted in her heart and glanced at Godou. For some reason, Godou felt a chill.

After all, Diana was a long-renowned witch. When facing ordinary people, her Spiritual Vision was enough to perform actions like mind-reading.

Of course, no one would think witches were easy to get along with.

Diana said nothing, only silently casting a few curses on Godou that would make him suffer a little.

“No, no, no. This is an extremely foreign existence, and also an unimaginably powerful enemy!”

The youth said loudly, holding back excitement in his heart, as if wanting to cheer.

“It is an unprecedented powerful enemy. Stronger than Azi Dahaka, stronger than the ancient Persian Gods, stronger than the Semitic King of Gods. An unbelievably formidable archenemy!”

“But, King from a foreign land, will you tell me your name! I will challenge you and once again seize victory in my hands!”

Verethragna stared at Aslan, but his focus wasn’t on Aslan—rather on the thin yet terrifying Divinity wrapped around him.

Though Aslan clearly wasn’t a God Slayer, he gave him the feeling of a natural enemy.

The feeling of a superior existence in the food chain—like an eagle that eats dragons and serpents.

God Slayer? God Eater who devours Gods!

“No, no, no, you’re wrong. It should be me who will challenge you with all my strength!”

At this moment, the corner of Aslan’s mouth curved, and he said with a playful expression.

“Unconquered Persian War God, Bahram, Vishnu who upholds the world, ever-victorious Indra… I, Arthur, challenge you here!”

Aslan drew Excalibur, pointing it at Verethragna.

-

Title: Now, I Am the Challenger!

“Huh?”

Verethragna was stunned, tilting his head and asking in confusion.

“Isn’t the order wrong? Unknown King, clearly I am challenging you!”

This straightforward War God was seeing for the first time someone who lacked the demeanor of an expert like this.

Fortunately, this person still carried their Steel Divinity. Verethragna felt insulted for the first time!

“Challenge—that is the word of the weak.”

Aslan seemed to still insist on the image of the weak. No, precisely—he was the “weak” right now.

And the War God Verethragna before him was the “strong.”

Of course, only conceptually.

(Brother, Magecraft Displacement!)

Aslan swapped his level with Verethragna’s. Of course, only the level. Everything else remained unchanged.

Verethragna currently had level 999, but only level 1 stats. And Aslan was the exact opposite.

So right now, he was truly the “weak”!

Such a massive level gap—how could he not be considered weak?

(I’m trembling with rage. When will we, the weak, rise up!!)

(This War God is too shameless! Already this high-level, still won’t let me challenge him, instead wants to challenge me!)

(Where’s his pride as the strong!!)

Of course, Aslan still knew his limits—he didn’t say it aloud. He just stood there calmly.

After all, Liliana was there; he wouldn’t stoop that low.

Of course, if no one else were around, he’d definitely vent.

“...Forget it, do whatever makes you happy.”

Verethragna’s mouth twitched. He chose to stop arguing with Aslan.

Now Aslan was the strong one—what he needed to do was use every means, think of every way to seize victory, not cling to petty details.

“Then, may I have a short time to reclaim my incarnations? After I fully recover, then challenge you.”

“Fine.”

Aslan nodded slightly and agreed.

The process of slaying a God to be recognized by Pandora as a God Slayer who defeated a God required frontally killing a complete Heretic God by the weak defeating the strong.

Thus, Verethragna had to fully recover—only then could Aslan successfully slay the God and capture Pandora.

“Excellent.”

Seeing him accept the challenge, Verethragna said joyfully.

“Then I must not delay. Unknown King, how about setting the battle one hour from now?”

“Whatever.” Aslan replied.

After that, Verethragna without hesitation reached straight for Godou’s backpack, who was watching.

*RRRIP!*

The backpack strap tore instantly, and the bag was forcibly seized by Verethragna.

Godou was shocked, then cursed in anger.

“What the hell are you doing!”

He’d originally thought Verethragna was a refugee who’d suffered misfortune, and chatted with him out of good mood.

But he never expected this guy was actually a robber, trying to snatch the stone tablet his grandfather asked him to deliver.

“You bastard!”

Godou rolled up his sleeves, charging to punch the youth.

But the next second, he was kicked flying, crashing hard into a wall—life or death unknown.

The witch’s curse began showing its power from this moment.

Whether due to poor wall quality or other reasons, the wall collapsed, burying Godou hard.

In the end, Liliana couldn’t stand it anymore—she called for Bronze Black Cross members to rescue this unlucky kid.

Of course, whether due to Godou’s strong fortune vanishing at this moment or the witch’s curse—

Even during rescue, various incidents occurred. Like the ambulance getting stuck, the stretcher suddenly breaking, or careless medics…

It even made Liliana unable to bear it anymore, glaring at Diana.

Diana smiled awkwardly, scratching her cheek.

“Can I say I only cast a curse to make him unlucky for one or two days—just minor misfortune?”

“After all, I just lifted it.”

For a moment, even Aslan didn’t know what to say.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

Cagliari city streets, Sardinia’s capital.

Erica Blandelli, from the prestigious Red Copper Black Cross family, only sixteen but already promoted to Great Knight, sat in the car with a gloomy face, looking toward the city center.

And sitting in the driver’s seat beside her was her caretaker assistant, Arianna—a quarter-Japanese mixed-blood girl.

Currently, Arianna was in a state of worry.

She was like this because of Erica’s unilateral actions.

In the midday sun at its hottest, Arianna gripped the wheel and asked softly.

“Erica, you’re not actually planning to slay a God, are you?”

With shining blonde hair, model-perfect curves, and wearing a deep red dress, Erica frowned and said in surprise.

“Why is even Arianna asking this?”

(She didn’t deny it immediately?) Arianna trembled, then carefully asked.

“I just feel it’s too dangerous.”

“There’s definitely risk.”

Erica sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly.

“I’m not some water-brained fool. If there’s a chance to slay a God, that’s best. But most likely, sealing one Divine Beast would already be a miracle.”

“After all, didn’t Sardinia’s observation personnel say? What descended is most likely a Divine Beast.”

“If welcoming a Divine Beast counts as achievement, I can use it as a stepping stone to inherit my uncle’s title of Diavolo Rosso, and even become Red Copper Black Cross Commander.”

“Otherwise, at my age, I’m afraid I can’t compete with Gennaro. Red Copper Black Cross Commander has long been held by the Blandelli family. If lost in my hands and falls to some wild knight from the countryside, it’d be a huge disgrace.”

“Understand? The point isn’t slaying a God, but increasing my chances of becoming Commander. Of course, if there’s a chance to become a God Slayer, I wouldn’t refuse either.”

Thinking this, Erica showed an expression full of resentment.

“Even Lord Salvatore—no, even that sword-obsessed fool who knows nothing else—could slay a God and become a God Slayer.”

“Why can’t I try?”

(Isn’t this still wanting to slay a God?) Arianna beside her tilted her head, pretending not to hear anything.

Insulting the Sword King alone was already troublesome enough for Erica.

Let alone intending to become a God Slayer. If God Slayers were that easy, why only six in the last three hundred years?

Arianna held no hope for Erica becoming a God Slayer.

After Erica finished complaining, Arianna spoke.

“I don’t understand power struggles in the association. As long as you have that thought, it’s good.”

“Alright, no more boring talk.”

Erica waved her hand.

“According to observation department intel, Divine Power fluctuations are suspected in the city center. Current priority is investigating that Divine Power’s identity? Hmm?”

A familiar car appeared in Erica’s view. If she didn’t recognize the logo wrong—

That seemed to be Bronze Black Cross’s special vehicle for welcoming honored guests. Supposedly used to entertain Kings, though never used once.

“Go there. I think I can find Lilli there.”

Erica showed a surprised smile and said. She planned to give Liliana a surprise.

And see what honored guest Lilli was entertaining, and gather information.

When the car stopped, Erica got out, looked around, and then her eyes lit up.

“Lilli!”

After seeing the familiar silver-haired girl in Liliana’s knight uniform, she also greeted joyfully.

She immediately spread her arms toward Liliana.

“Lilli, I finally found you. I missed you so much during vacation.”

Liliana’s mouth twitched, and she immediately became wary.

(I’m sure you just want to mess with me again, right?)

But now clearly wasn’t the time to chat with Erica. Liliana hurriedly covered Erica’s mouth.

“Mind your manners, Lady Erica Blandelli. Don’t disturb the King challenging His Excellency the War God.”

Erica showed a surprised and shocked smile. She hadn’t noticed anyone else beside Liliana at all.

Witch Diana—she didn’t particularly want to deal with that person. That one loved teasing her.

As for the blonde youth and the white-robed youth, she didn’t care.

Though extremely handsome in appearance, she only glanced. She wasn’t a looks-chaser.

To her, inner talent was far more important than outer appearance.

After Liliana’s reminder, she finally realized the scene before her was a battlefield between a King and a Heretic God?

But shouldn’t a King vs. God battlefield be filled with constant explosions and thunder? If slightly more serious, the entire island of Sardinia vanishing was normal.

Then what was happening now?

Erica looked at the two facing off and fell into thought.

Her Spiritual Vision told her Liliana wasn’t lying.

But when did God Slayer battles become so quiet?

A golden sword appeared in Verethragna’s hand.

It was the Sword of Wisdom used by the War God to fight Gods. Directly using the Sword of Wisdom, the manifestation of the Warrior Incarnation. It was Verethragna’s respect for the strong.

Facing Aslan, Verethragna didn’t dare hide anything.

After drawing the Golden Sword, Verethragna laughed loudly.

“Defeating the strong with the weak is a performance I master!”

“With my name, I declare here, Holy Sword of Light, Excalibur… So, Light, Word of Power, become my sword, transform into my blade!”

Under Aslan’s brave gaze, Verethragna first used the sealing Golden Sword to directly point at the Star Holy Sword in Aslan’s hand.