Fantasy Library, Ch 356-360

Chapter 356: The Shining Golden Sword

Shiba Park 4-Chome, Minato Ward, Tokyo.

In this place not far from the area where the Shichio Shrine is located, there stood a world-famous iron tower.

Tokyo Tower, a landmark and tourist attraction of Tokyo, was built based on the model of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. It is the third tallest self-supporting iron tower in the world, and the second tallest structure in Japan after the Tokyo Skytree.

It is 332.6 meters tall, 8.6 meters taller than the Eiffel Tower, 301.4 meters shorter than the Tokyo Skytree, and 267.4 meters shorter than the Guangzhou Tower in China. Weighing 4,000 tons, it began construction in 1957 and has stood for over fifty years, occupying a very important position in all of Japan.

The primary function of the tower is to transmit various broadcast signals such as television and radio. During major earthquakes, it also sends signals to stop trains, and serves as a beacon, wind direction and speed measurement point, and temperature measurement site. Even though in recent years its broadcasting function has been gradually replaced by the Tokyo Skytree, it remains a backup broadcasting station and also serves the tourism industry.

At 150 meters high, Tokyo Tower has a main observation deck; at 250 meters, a special observation deck. Directly below, a four-story tower building houses entrances to the observation decks, as well as an aquarium and various souvenir shops. At night, seasonal lighting colors appear—white in summer, orange in spring, autumn, and winter—making it a beautiful sight.

Radio tower, observation tower, science museum… Tokyo Tower has many nicknames and has long since become one of the favorite tourist destinations for foreign travelers, generating untold wealth.

However, on this day, this important iron tower suffered a near-catastrophic blow.

“Boom!!!”

A massive black shadow came hurtling from the sky like a falling meteor, crashing directly into the upper part of the tower and snapping it in half.

Screams and cries of terror erupted all around, coming not only from inside the tower but also from the surrounding residents.

Anyone within sight of Tokyo Tower saw it break apart, prompting many to shout and fall into panic.

That massive black shadow was buried under countless fragments of the tower on the observation deck, with bright, eye-catching blood spilling from its mouth.

“Damn…”

The huge shadow shakily propped itself up, pushing away the debris covering its body, and revealed its full form amidst the thunderstorm.

It was none other than Voban, transformed into a gray werewolf.

At this moment, Voban wasn’t just bleeding from the mouth—his entire body was covered in injuries. It was obvious he had suffered heavy damage.

“To think that I, Sasha Dejanstahl Voban, would one day be beaten like this by a brat who only became a Campione less than a month ago…”

Voban coughed up blood, wiped it away, and glared toward the sky with furious, emerald-green eyes.

There, two staves—one wrapped in wind and one in lightning—came flying and landed before him.

Kaiser’s figure appeared right on time, as if stepping through a spatial distortion, landing between Yagrush and Aymur.

“I already said, judging a Campione's strength by age is a joke of cosmic proportions!”

Kaiser, unscathed and composed, was in sharp contrast to Voban as he calmly spoke.

“You’ve sobered up a bit now, haven’t you, old man?”

Voban's eyes flared with anger, but a vicious smile surfaced on his face.

“You think you've won, boy?” Voban stared at Kaiser with eyes like emerald fire, seemingly having seen through him, and sneered. “Though being driven to this state is irritating, I’ve figured you out.”

“Those two clubs behind you, they’re the Authorities you usurped from the Mediterranean god-king Melqart, right?”

“Yagrush, the symbol of wind, and Aymur, the symbol of lightning—not only are they divine tools containing the divinity of the Craftsman God, they’re also symbols of Melqart, God of Storms!”

“Your ability to summon wind and rain comes from these two clubs, doesn’t it?”

As he spoke, countless black shadows appeared around Voban.

The shadows gradually took the form of deathly, gaunt servants—some in armor wielding weapons, others in robes holding staffs—forming an instant army.

Then, gray fur fell from Voban’s body, each strand transforming into a wolf the size of a horse.

“Those are indeed powerful divine tools—capable of wounding me easily and even contending with my Authority of Tempest. But can someone like you, who’s only recently become a Campione, truly wield them?”

At Voban’s command, the wolves and death servants charged at Kaiser.

The wolves howled and leapt forward; the Great Knights rushed with their blades, while the magi began chanting spells, unleashing attacks of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning at Kaiser.

“This time, I’ll use three Authorities against you. Let’s see how you handle that!”

Voban spread his arms wide, releasing scorching and freezing winds simultaneously, then breathed lightning, mixing it with hot and cold gales that surged toward Kaiser with tremendous force.

Facing this fierce assault, Yagrush and Aymur moved on their own. One clashed with the winds, swirling violently; the other entangled with the lightning, unleashing bursts of explosions and shockwaves.

As for the wolves and servants—Kaiser completely ignored them.

“Three Authorities?”

“Besides the Tempest, why bring out the other two?”

“You think that level of attack will work on me?”

Kaiser didn’t even flinch. He took the attacks of the wolves and death servants head-on.

The magic wolves’ claws and fangs couldn’t even scratch his skin.

The Great Knights’ weapons bounced harmlessly off, while the magi’s spells vanished on contact as if swept away by a breeze—his clothes fluttered, but not a single wound appeared.

Whether elemental attacks or hidden curses and ambushes, none of them had any effect.

“Using magic against a Campione—what child doesn’t know that’s pointless? Can’t believe Marquis Voban forgot that.” Kaiser mocked, “Are you really that old?”

With Kaiser’s current resistance to magical power, even Liliana’s strongest combat rituals would be ineffective against him.

However, a strange grin crept over Voban’s savage wolf face.

“That was just a distraction. Did you really think I’d rely on such attacks to deal with you?”

As he spoke, two of the wolves suddenly enlarged into twenty-meter-tall werewolves.

“Awooo!”

“Awooo!”

With furious howls, they struck Kaiser, sending him flying.

“Boom!”

Their claws slammed into Kaiser’s hastily raised arms, sending him hurtling out of the observation deck.

“This your trump card?”

Kaiser borrowed a portion of Gravisheath’s power, controlling gravity around him to stop midair.

Those two giant werewolves were indeed powerful—at least Divine Beast level.

“Of course not!”

Voban growled, while several robed magi among his death servants raised their staffs.

These magi had not cast spells earlier—they had been chanting the whole time.

Now, the long incantation completed, and a massive magic circle opened above the observation deck.

From it, a gigantic creature over twenty meters long slowly emerged.

A silver-scaled dragon—its scales peeled off in many places, flesh beneath rotting, over a dozen exposed bones, its right forelimb missing from the elbow down, and its left eye socket empty.

The decaying dragon let out a silent roar, ghostly light flickering in its eye socket, flapping its tattered wings as it flew toward Kaiser.

“A Divine Beast-type death servant?”

Kaiser’s brows rose.

Voban’s death servant cage wasn’t limited to human souls—it also worked on Divine Beasts, demons, and any soul-bearing being within its range.

Over his 300+ years of life, Voban had killed many powerful humans and even some Divine Beasts, though he couldn’t summon them freely.

If the imprisoned servant’s body wasn’t too large, Voban could teleport them to his side. But giant beasts couldn’t be moved as easily, so he stored them at his Balkan base.

Now, Voban had his powerful magi servants cast a large-scale teleportation spell to summon these sleeping Divine Beast servants from his Balkan stronghold.

“Wolves and human-sized death servants can’t threaten you. What about Divine Beast-class werewolves and servants?”

“One or two still don’t threaten you. But what about three, four, or even dozens?”

“With my control over wind, thunder, rain, and lightning—can you keep up that calm face?”

At Voban’s roar, rotten Divine Beasts flew out from the magic circle one after another. With the two wind-clad werewolves, a Divine Beast-level army charged at Kaiser.

“Boom!”

Kaiser punched back at the silver dragon’s claw, both blasted back by the shockwave, creating distance.

The two wind-riding werewolves attacked from left and right—one with a foul-smelling bite, the other with a claw swipe—splitting wind and storm with ferocious force.

“Shunpo!”

Kaiser vanished, reappearing above the incoming werewolves.

“Slash!” “Slash!”

Two black sword lights cut through them, severing both beasts.

“Awooo!”

But a second later, the two werewolves resurrected, reconnecting their bodies and fully regenerating.

“Useless!” Voban shouted. “Those two Divine Beast werewolves were summoned by my Authority—they can’t die, even if decapitated!”

“And the death servants can resurrect even if their bodies are destroyed!”

“This is the undead army that only I can command!”

That’s why Greedy Wolf Pack and Death Servant Cage were Authorities capable of opposing gods or Campiones. Without the immortality, sheer numbers wouldn't matter.

“Your slashes are ineffective!”

“And how many Divine Beast attacks can your steel body take?”

“And those two clubs of yours…”

Voban summoned whirlwinds, spat lightning, and fought Yagrush and Aymur while laughing.

“Their opponents are me!”

This, he thought, was checkmate.

At least, from Voban’s perspective.

Swordsmanship, steel body, divine tools of the Craftsman God… those were all of Kaiser’s Authorities.

So Voban believed that, having neutralized all three threats, his victory was assured.

Unfortunately…

“Clang!”

Just as Voban felt certain of victory, a burst of golden light appeared beside Tokyo Tower under the stormy sky.

The light was dazzling and golden—its source, Kaiser.

From Kaiser’s body, radiant golden light bloomed, forming orbs of light.

Within each orb was a dazzling golden sword, flying toward the werewolves and death servants under Kaiser’s control.

“Slash!” “Slash!” “Slash!”...

Cutting sounds echoed through the sky as the golden swords pierced through the werewolves and death servants.

“Awooo!”

“Roar!”

The monsters wailed as they vanished in the golden light, never reviving again.

“What?!”

Voban was shocked.

Then, countless golden swords flew at him, slicing his body like a thousand blades.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh...!”

Sliced open by countless golden swords, Voban screamed in agony.

His body hair disappeared, his form shrank, and he reverted to his original, no longer ferocious self.

Not just Voban—his surrounding death servants and wolves vanished as if dismissed.

“M-My Authority…?!”

Voban realized something was wrong.

Chapter 357: The Freak Among Campiones

The Eye of Sodom, the Pack of Greedy Wolves, Gale and Storm, the Prison of Death’s Servants... These were the four most well-known Authorities of Voban, also the ones he most frequently used since his first appearance.

But at this moment, Voban was shocked to discover that these four Authorities had all been sealed.

He couldn’t activate them anymore, couldn’t even sense them.

“The Golden Sword that seals Authorities…”

The old marquis, covered in wounds, suddenly looked up and gazed at the Golden Swords hovering around him, instantly realizing everything.

“This is Verethragna’s Authority!”

“You, you usurped this Authority from Verethragna—not the slash that can burn everything, but the Golden Sword possessed by the ‘Warrior’ incarnation?!”

“How could this be…?!”

Voban’s astonishment was completely written across his face, utterly devoid of his prior superiority.

The countless Golden Swords circling him flew into the air and gathered into Kaiser’s hand, forming the most dazzling golden blade, tightly grasped by him.

“Why not?”

Kaiser looked down at Voban standing on the watchtower, his voice clearly reaching Voban’s ears even amidst the storm.

“I never said that the Authority I obtained from Verethragna was the slash that burns all things, did I?”

Aymur wrapped in whirlwinds and the Yagrush entwined with electric light pierced through the storm, returning to Kaiser’s side. At the same time, they rapidly shrank and transformed into short rods only a meter long.

“Aymur and Yagrush are Authorities I usurped from Melqart.”

“The Golden Sword is the Authority I usurped from Verethragna.”

“As for the slash that burns everything…”

In Kaiser’s other hand, a pitch-black demon sword appeared.

“You meant this one, didn’t you?”

Dark patterns swirled around the pitch-black blade, coursing downward and finally pouring into the crimson Urm-Manadyte, causing a vivid red brilliance to bloom.

Extreme heat radiated from the sword edge, evaporating the rain, throwing the storm into chaos, and distorting the very air.

At that moment, Voban understood that the power he had always assumed to be the slash that burned everything came from this sword.

“That’s also one of your Authorities?” Voban’s expression flickered. “Is this the Authority you usurped from Odin?”

It didn’t make sense.

There didn’t seem to be any necessary connection between Odin and this kind of Authority.

Even if the Authorities usurped by a Campione from a Heretic God weren’t necessarily the god’s original powers—could even undergo inexplicable changes, becoming unrecognizable—there would still be some link to the god.

Odin wasn’t a god of swords, nor did he have legends involving flames or high temperatures. Why would someone gain a demon sword that could burn everything as an Authority from him?

Even if there really was some unknown reason that allowed this boy to obtain such a sword from Odin, what about that steel-like body?

Voban couldn’t make sense of it no matter how hard he tried.

“Don’t bother,” Kaiser’s calm voice interrupted Voban’s thoughts, making the old marquis’s face darken.

“Let me just tell you.” Kaiser looked at Voban and suddenly smiled. “Whether it’s this demon sword or my current body, neither of them is an Authority.”

“Impossible!” Voban blurted out without thinking, flatly denying it. “Whether it’s that demon sword or your steel-like body, they’re both of divine-level strength!”

“That sword might barely pass as a divine tool I don’t know about.”

“But your body, it’s absolutely impossible for a human to possess that kind of physique. It must be the undying body usurped from a God of Steel!”

Facing Voban’s rebuttal, Kaiser merely shook his head.

“That’s why I said, don’t bother. You won’t figure it out.”

Kaiser landed in front of Voban and stood once more atop the watchtower.

“There’s no such thing as absolutes. How do you know it’s impossible?”

“If my body truly came from a God of Steel as an undying body, how could those divine beast-level familiars you just released have forced me to evade them?”

“Compared to Salvatore’s Protection of Steel, my physique might not fall short in raw capability. But that guy doesn’t need oxygen or food, can survive submerged in water or even in a vacuum for years without dying, and can enter a false-death state to dodge fatal attacks. I don’t have any of that.”

“So, my body is merely powerful—not an undying body.”

Of course, this referred to his physical body alone, without accounting for the immortality granted by the Hōgyoku.

That undying attribute ultimately came from the Hōgyoku, not from Kaiser’s body itself.

Now that his body had undergone metamorphosis both internally and externally, the most inhuman aspect of it—besides its sheer strength—was a regenerative capability rivaling High-Speed Regeneration.

Taking that into account, it was indeed fair to regard Kaiser’s body as a power equivalent to a divine Authority.

However, that strength still came from his body alone, not from any Authority.

“Even before becoming a Campione, I had already possessed several divine tools capable of slaying gods due to my special nature. Ser-Veresta was just one of them.”

“And my body, also due to certain special reasons before becoming a Campione, had skin akin to armor with incredible hardness.”

“After successfully slaying a god and undergoing the rebirth ritual, the uniqueness of a Campione’s body merged with my original uniqueness, resulting in a qualitative transformation.”

Kaiser explained calmly.

“Therefore, this body is not something acquired through a divine Authority—it’s my own.”

Upon hearing this, Voban finally understood why this brat, who had only become a king less than a month ago, could immediately charge into another battlefield after slaying a god and proceed to slay two more gods in Sardinia.

Ordinary Campiones could never do such a thing. Only someone inherently extraordinary like this could accomplish such a feat.

“By the way, the number of gods I’ve slain isn’t three—but four.”

Disregarding Voban’s shock, Kaiser grinned.

“Before slaying Verethragna and Melqart, I had already slain Poseidon, the Sea God, at Point Nemo.”

“Also, when I returned to this country—just yesterday—I also indirectly slew a subordinate god.”

“If you count that one, then I’ve already slain five gods and obtained five Authorities.”

Kaiser’s words rendered Voban completely silent.

Five Authorities…

Even that detestable Salvatore hadn’t yet acquired that many.

Salvatore Doni was known to possess four Authorities—this was common knowledge. As for the American Hades and the British Black Prince, they were estimated to have five or six, only slightly more than Salvatore Doni.

But this youngster, who had been a king for less than a month, already possessed a number of Authorities no less than those three—and his body and powers were even more exceptional.

“Heh heh… Haha… Hahahahaha…!”

After a long silence, Voban suddenly burst into laughter.

His laughter grew louder and louder, until it turned into wild, unrestrained cackling.

Kaiser merely watched him in silence, offering no reaction.

Under such circumstances, Voban laughed while shouting:

“Unbelievable. Unbelievable! Among us, a monster like you has been born—what is this?!”

The look in Voban’s eyes had completely changed. He no longer viewed Kaiser as a junior or a peer, but more like a Heretic God—an enemy.

“Even I, who have lived for centuries, have never encountered a freak like you before!”

“To think a guy like you actually became a Campione… What kind of hellish joke is this?”

“Pandora must have gone senile or something! Otherwise, how could she do something as absurd as turning you into a Campione?!”

Voban laughed so hard that he even shed tears.

“Have you laughed enough?”

Kaiser’s attitude was icy cold.

“I’m praising you, brat.” Voban wiped his tears, smiling fiercely. “You should feel honored. Even among Campiones, only Luo Hao has ever been treated by me this way—and now, there’s you.”

“Do you know what that means?”

“It means I see you as an equal!”

To that declaration, Kaiser responded with a gaze that said are you stupid.

“How is that something to be proud of?” Kaiser said bluntly. “I’ve never thought of being your equal as anything honorable.”

“You’re just tooting your own horn.”

“You’re about to become a defeated opponent, and you still have the audacity to say something like that?”

At those words, Voban didn’t erupt in rage like he had before.

“Defeated opponent?” Voban shouted, “I haven’t lost yet!”

The disheveled old Devil King suddenly burst forth with terrifying Magical Power.

“My Authorities aren’t just limited to four!”

The Eye of Sodom, the Pack of Greedy Wolves, Gale and Storm, the Prison of Death’s Servants—though these four had been sealed, Voban realized that his other Authorities remained untouched and still usable.

The Golden Sword that could sever Divinity—this sword was the strongest spear and shield against gods, capable of cutting through their bodies and divine powers. But against Campiones, who had no Divinity and only Authorities, it was not so fatal.

When facing Campiones, the Golden Sword could only seal the Authority the opponent had already used—and only one at a time.

This was true even for Kusanagi Godou in the original novel. Unless under special circumstances, he could only seal one Authority per opponent.

Of course, Kaiser was not bound by the same restrictions as Godou, since he didn’t inherit the ten incarnations—only the “Warrior” incarnation that granted the Golden Sword.

Therefore, he was far less constrained.

And since Kaiser had enhanced the Golden Sword with his own Authority, he could use it freely.

However, when facing Campiones who hadn’t used an Authority, the Golden Sword could not target it for sealing.

The Golden Sword, also known as the Sword of Wisdom, the Sword of Knowledge, grew stronger the more the user understood about the enemy god.

Knowledge of the enemy god directly translated into power for the Golden Sword, making it sharper and more potent.

When using the Golden Sword, Kaiser also gained insight into the enemy god’s true nature, significantly boosting its threat.

But if the Campione hadn’t yet used a particular Authority, the Golden Sword couldn’t recognize or target it—even if Kaiser knew about it from the original story.

And as the Campione with the most Authorities, Voban still possessed many even after four had been sealed.

Losing four Authorities had an impact, but it wasn’t decisive.

If he wanted to keep fighting, he could definitely continue for a while.

However… Kaiser no longer wished to waste time.

“You think the reason you haven’t lost yet is because I lack the power to defeat you instantly?”

Kaiser put away Aymur and Yagrush, and also the Golden Sword—he withdrew all the Authorities he was currently using.

“Weren’t you curious about what Authority I usurped from Odin?”

Kaiser slowly raised his hand.

“Now, I’ll show you.”

As his words fell, a spear suddenly appeared in Kaiser’s hand.

Its shaft was formed from branches of the World Tree, brimming with life energy.

Its tip was forged from the strongest steel, engraved with runes.

Ancient divinity emerged from this spear, instantly filling the heavens and earth.

“————”

Voban, his body ablaze with tremendous Magical Power, froze the moment he saw that spear.

He stared fixedly at the ancient divine spear and uttered its name word by word.

“Gungnir, the Eternal Spear!”

The spear of fate that never misses—there was no way Voban wouldn’t know its name.

“So that’s it… so that’s it…”

Voban seemed to understand something as he glared at Kaiser and the spear.

“This is the weapon that allowed you to slay two top-tier gods at once?!”

The old Devil King had once again come to the wrong conclusion.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

Kaiser no longer cared to explain.

“With this spear in hand, I have stood in an invincible position from the very beginning.”

Kaiser spoke thus.

“And you were destined to be the loser from the start.”

Chapter 358: Looking Forward to That Day’s Arrival

At this moment, the storm had already ceased.

Now that Voban’s Authorities had been sealed, and Yagrush and Aymur had been reclaimed by Kaiser, the power that had caused the storm over Tokyo—and even the entire Japan—was no more, allowing heaven and earth to gradually return to peace.

On the damaged Tokyo Tower, within the observation deck, Voban, who had originally intended to fight to the end, now had a twisted expression, with magical power surging around him, reflecting the unrest in his heart.

Although Kaiser had not yet thrown that spear of guaranteed victory, the divine spear being pointed at Voban gave him a sense of being locked on—an intense feeling that he would be pierced through in the very next second—causing a persistent sense of crisis to blare like an alarm in his heart.

Voban could only curse inwardly.

“Why did such a brat get to usurp a power of that level?”

The legendary Spear of Destiny—a divine spear that guaranteed victory upon being thrown—facing such a power, even the many-times God-Slaying Voban dared not show any negligence.

It wasn’t that he was particularly afraid of Gungnir.

Because he had once usurped an Authority from the Mesopotamian earth goddess Inanna.

This Authority allowed Voban’s soul to separate from his body, and to undergo a transformation into a magical dragon, becoming a thirty-meter-long black giant dragon.

As a black giant dragon, Voban would possess the strength to suppress powerful Divine Beasts with a single hand and could spew forth powerful flames from his mouth. Furthermore, if during the transformation he performed a “death-reminding ritual” to dig out his own heart, he could transfer from the earth through the Netherworld to the realm between life and death, gaining the immortality of the dragon-serpent, making his soul indestructible.

Under such circumstances, even if Voban’s body were destroyed, he could regenerate from a soul state. Even if his human body were completely turned to ash, he could use massive amounts of magical power to restore it fully and resurrect, thereby achieving rebirth.

Although under such conditions, his own magical power consumption would not recover for one to two months, at the very least, the power of this Authority gave Voban a chance to turn the tide in desperate situations, and it allowed him to preserve his life no matter the circumstance, preventing him from dying outright.

Thus, Voban was not particularly afraid of Gungnir, because even if he were pierced through the heart and killed by that spear, he had ways to come back to life and survive a hopeless situation.

However, Kaiser did not only possess Gungnir.

He also had the Golden Sword that could sever Divinity and seal Authorities.

Voban had a feeling that once he used the Authority of resurrection, that Authority would be sealed by the Golden Sword.

At that time, he really would be meat on a chopping board.

And that wasn’t even the most frightening part.

The most frightening part was, this brat had just said that the gods he slew weren’t three, but five, and that the Authorities he held weren’t three, but five.

The fourth Authority was usurped from Poseidon, the God of the Sea. Though its specifics were unknown, the water manipulation techniques he had shown earlier likely stemmed from that Authority.

This Authority wasn’t too threatening, but what was the fifth Authority?

Clearly, he had chosen to display all the other four Authorities openly and even demonstrated them, so Voban didn’t believe the fifth Authority that he deliberately hid would be anything simple.

Moreover, this brat had also said that even before becoming a Campione, he had already possessed several divine weapons capable of slaying gods—yet he hadn’t revealed those either.

The reason the other party dared to be so arrogant and show off his uniqueness and one Authority after another wasn’t anything else—it was because he still had some trump cards that he hadn’t truly displayed, right?

Thinking of this, magical power surged around Voban’s body, but in the end, he didn’t choose to activate his Authority and continue the battle.

“Looks like this time I have no choice but to concede.”

Voban retracted his magical power and said coldly.

“You should’ve done that from the start.”

Kaiser also lowered the divine spear in his hand, calmly making that evaluation.

“Fine, let’s say I lost this time.” Voban spread his arms, speaking with a wild demeanor: “I assumed that no matter how special you were, you were still a mere youngster. I came here without any real understanding of you, and this is the result—I guess I can only blame myself.”

The reason Voban came this time was to take away Mariya Yuri and restart the summoning ritual from four years ago.

But upon learning of Kaiser’s deeds, and knowing that the conditions to host the summoning ritual still required some time to be fulfilled, he personally came—originally just with the idea of having some fun.

If, during this trip, he could take the Hime-Miko he had his eyes on in advance, that would naturally be a good thing.

If this trip angered the newly born king in this land, then assessing the opponent’s potential and engaging in a trial and hunt wouldn’t be a bad way to kill time either.

Unfortunately, Voban severely underestimated Kaiser’s strength—and even more so, his uniqueness—leading to a failed hunt, an incomplete objective, and an embarrassing retreat.

“But, I won’t make the same mistake next time!”

Voban’s eyes gleamed with green light as he stared at Kaiser and declared loudly.

“The humiliation I’ve suffered this time—surely there will be a chance in the future to avenge it!”

The world is vast, yet also small. As long as he and Kaiser didn’t die at the hands of some Heretic God in the future, they were bound to meet again.

Just like him and Luo Hao, they had been enemies for over two hundred years and were constantly in conflict.

From now on, among the Campiones qualified to be his enemies and prey, there would be one more.

“The next time we meet, I will give it my all to hunt you!”

“By then, whether it’s your ‘spear’ or your ‘sword,’ neither will pose a threat to me!”

“For the sake of that day’s arrival, I will hunt more gods and gain more power until I obtain the means to overcome your ‘spear’ and ‘sword’!”

Voban suddenly extended his hand, stabbed into his own chest, and dug out his own heart.

“Just look forward to that day!”

Leaving those words behind, hellfire began to burn on Voban’s body, turning him entirely into ashes.

By performing the “death-reminding ritual” of digging out his own heart, he had transferred from the earth through the Netherworld to the realm between life and death, departing from this place.

Kaiser watched Voban’s departure, murmuring softly.

“Obtain the means to overcome my ‘spear’ and ‘sword’… huh?”

That wasn’t impossible.

Not to mention others, even Doni’s Authority usurped from Dionysus was a method capable of rendering both Gungnir and the Golden Sword ineffective.

Once that Authority was activated, it formed a zone where magic, magical power, and even Authorities would run wild, become uncontrollable, and completely cease functioning. In such an area, even Kaiser could only rely on melee combat to defeat his opponent.

If Voban were to obtain a similar Authority, then the threat of Gungnir and the Golden Sword could be nullified.

But would Kaiser be afraid?

Of course not.

Even if relying solely on melee combat, he now had a way to defeat gods.

Besides, with every god he slew, his magical power kept increasing. As long as he kept his magical power running, his magical resistance would continue to strengthen. In the future, it wasn’t impossible that even a god’s Authority would be reflected by his body.

Combined with all the exclusive weapons he carried, he truly had no fear of being restrained by just one or two Authorities.

“Hope you really do gain that kind of power one day.”

When the time comes, Kaiser wouldn’t mind giving him another huge surprise.

…………

That day, the news of the Tokyo Tower being struck and damaged by a sudden storm made it onto television and newspapers, becoming widely known among the public.

According to statistics, the disaster caused severe losses and had a wide-reaching impact. At the very least, until Tokyo Tower was repaired, the entire city of Tokyo—and even Japan’s communication industry—would enter a cold winter, with tourism also likely to be affected.

Faced with such a major news story, the strange incident at a hotel in Ōta Ward became extremely inconspicuous.

For reasons unknown, whether it was the people who saw a magic wolf and corpses fall from the sky, or those who experienced all sorts of eerie phenomena within the hotel, none of them chose to reveal what had actually occurred.

They all simultaneously forgot what had happened in that hotel that day. That hotel was now temporarily closed under the pretense of an “accidental fire” and was undergoing renovations, with no known reopening date.

Naturally, the fact that Voban and Liliana had stayed at that hotel was erased from reality. Even the people who had received them could no longer remember these two guests checking in.

Thus, the abnormal incident at the hotel wasn’t even reported—only mentioned briefly in a corner of the newspaper and then forgotten.

The public’s attention was focused entirely on the destruction of Tokyo Tower, completely unaware that one of the instigators had already returned to Shichio Shrine.

“King! Ena has returned safely!”

Seishuin Ena shouted loudly even before stepping through the gate. Bursting energetically into the shrine office, she entered the living room and saw Kaiser drinking tea there.

“You’re back?” Kaiser didn’t stop drinking tea but simply looked at Seishuin Ena and smiled. “Looks like, in the end, you were the winner in your duel with the Bronze Black Cross prodigy.”

“Yes!” Seishuin Ena replied with an energetic voice, then sighed, “Ena almost lost, but thanks to the spiritual blade granted by the King!”

David’s Kotodama—a top-tier combat spell that could even harm gods—was indeed a very dangerous power to Seishuin Ena, who was then using the power of Susanoo.

Unfortunately for it, it was still a form of magic.

And the Sode no Shirayuki granted to Seishuin Ena by Kaiser happened to have the power to dispel magic.

Therefore, when Liliana released the Arrow of Jonathan, Seishuin Ena ultimately used Sode no Shirayuki to cut down that arrow capable of wounding gods and defeated Liliana in a single blow to claim victory.

Without Sode no Shirayuki, the victory wouldn’t have come so easily.

“It was all thanks to the King!”

Seishuin Ena attributed all the credit to Kaiser.

“Even without me, you still would’ve won.”

Kaiser shook his head, denying the credit.

Without him, Seishuin Ena would not have lost the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi.

And with the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi in hand, she also would have been able to dispel Liliana’s David’s Kotodama—and could have even used the sword’s power to seize that magic and counterattack Liliana.

While Seishuin Ena wielding Sode no Shirayuki was certainly strong, her strongest combat form was still when she held the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi.

Therefore, Kaiser wouldn’t take credit.

“By the way, where’s Mariya?”

Kaiser looked behind Seishuin Ena and, seeing no one there, asked in puzzlement.

“Yuri is taking care of Miss Liliana,” Seishuin Ena immediately replied obediently, “I held back and didn’t injure her, but the magic she used at the end seemed dangerous. After I dispelled it, that ominous magical power seemed to have backfired on Miss Liliana and caused her to lose consciousness.”

“Is that so?” Kaiser nodded and said, “Then let Mariya take care of her.”

“Yes!” Seishuin Ena said brightly, “Ah, let me make tea for the King.”

Saying that, Seishuin Ena tossed aside her sword bag and trotted over to Kaiser.

One drank tea, the other made tea, filling the living room with a pleasant and relaxing atmosphere.

…………

Tokyo Metropolis, Chiyoda Ward, Banchō area.

Since the Edo period, this had been a high-class residential district for direct retainers and high-ranking nobles.

There were many offices and high-end apartments with visibly outrageous real estate prices, but among the many lined-up mansions, there was one that was severely aged and looked like a haunted house—dark and gloomy.

It stood in Sanbanchō, very close to the Imperial Palace, hidden in an inconspicuous spot by the roadside. It was a Western-style building constructed during the Taishō era.

Only a portion of the Jutsushiki world knew that this was actually the residence of the head of the most powerful of the Four Great Families—the Sayanomiya Family.

This was the villa of successive Sayanomiya heads. Because the next head of the Sayanomiya Family was Sayanomiya Kaoru, she was now the current master of this place.

“Is that so? Even the Marquis was repelled by that one?”

A beautifully dressed woman in men’s clothing sat in the study of the villa, holding a phone. On the other end of the line was Touma Amakasu’s voice.

“He was indeed repelled. It’s unbelievable—he only just became a King, and he can already repel the oldest King.” Touma Amakasu said, unsure whether he was sighing or sarcastic: “But it was too reckless. He even toppled half of Tokyo Tower. Our cleanup efforts are going to cost us an enormous amount of labor and money.”

“For the cost of repelling a Demon Lord, this is already a huge bargain.” Sayanomiya Kaoru smiled and said, “Looks like it’s time for us to bet early and draw that King over to our side.”

“You’re only deciding now, and you call that early?” Touma Amakasu said provocatively, “Didn’t the Seishuuin family already make their move?”

“So what? The Sayanomiya Family is still the legitimate lineage.” Sayanomiya Kaoru showed a cunning smile and said, “Besides, don’t we also have a Hime-Miko serving at that King’s side?”

“The Mariya Family has always been our ally, after all.”

Chapter 359: [King of Sacred Treasures]

The next day...

When Kaiser had finished getting ready and walked out of his room into the living room, Seishuin Ena happened to arrive at the living room after finishing her morning training.

Mariya Yuri had arrived even earlier and had neatly laid out several bento boxes on the small table. They were filled either with fragrant dishes or delicious soup, making both Kaiser and Seishuin Ena feel their stomachs rumble.

"Today's meal seems even more lavish than before." Seishuin Ena, unable to wait any longer, sat down while sharply observing this detail and looked at Mariya Yuri, saying, "Did you make this deliberately, Yuri?"

Mariya Yuri was sitting beside Seishuin Ena, looking somewhat bashful.

"Just a small token of appreciation." Mariya Yuri respectfully offered a pair of chopsticks to Kaiser, who was seated across from her, her face slightly blushing as she said, "Your Majesty, please try it."

Without a doubt, this was Mariya Yuri's way of expressing her gratitude.

After all, yesterday Kaiser had protected her in front of Marquis Voban, preventing her from once again being taken away to participate in a dangerous ritual like four years ago.

Though Mariya Yuri didn’t say it out loud, she did indeed feel a bit grateful in her heart.

There was no helping it. The incident from four years ago had left a considerable psychological shadow on her—she still had the urge to tremble all over just thinking of Voban.

This time, with Kaiser protecting her in front of Voban, and even repelling that notorious Demon Lord, Mariya Yuri indeed felt much relieved, and even that psychological shadow had dissipated quite a bit.

Years of suppressed fear had been shattered by Kaiser, and naturally, Mariya Yuri wanted to express her feelings in some way.

"Don't worry about it." Kaiser accepted the chopsticks, appearing rather nonchalant as he said, "Since you're one of mine, I naturally won’t let anyone take you away at will."

"Especially that old thing. Just to amuse himself, he’d go so far as to use a Hime-Miko with rare talents as a disposable tool. That kind of behavior is truly disgraceful."

"You don’t need to take him too seriously. That stubborn old man poses no threat to me. I believe this time will teach him a lesson and make him realize that there are indeed people in this world who can put him in his place."

That old man’s lofty attitude had always made Kaiser feel no goodwill toward him, and so when he spoke of him, his tone was blunt.

Before Mariya Yuri could say anything, Seishuin Ena spoke up first.

"That may be so, but he is Marquis Voban. Among all the Campiones, he is the oldest Demon Lord."

Seishuin Ena didn’t move her chopsticks ahead of Kaiser; only after seeing him begin to eat did she start herself, her bright voice ringing out.

"It’s said that his Authorities are the most numerous among all Campiones, and his strength is also the greatest. Only the Cult Leader Luo Hao of China can stand shoulder to shoulder with him without falling behind."

"Your Majesty is still so young and hasn’t been a Campione for long, yet you were already able to repel Marquis Voban head-on..."

"That’s truly amazing!"

As the only daughter of the martial-arts-oriented Seishuin family, Seishuin Ena clearly had a strong admiration for martial strength. Thus, when Kaiser demonstrated his power, she always felt sincere admiration and would gaze at him with open reverence, which was quite pleasing.

If someone else had said this, it might have come off as flattery. But Seishuin Ena’s straightforwardness and honesty didn’t give off that impression. On the contrary, it made people clearly feel that she was speaking from the heart and genuinely admired him.

Thanks to this, even Kaiser slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, his mood seemingly improving.

In contrast, Mariya Yuri muttered softly.

"He was just a bit too reckless. If only he’d hold back a little and be more mindful of his surroundings..."

Just as Mariya Yuri said this, the nearby television coincidentally began broadcasting the news, showing footage of Tokyo Tower being snapped in half.

"As expected of His Majesty."

Seishuin Ena watched with great interest. Not only did she not think Kaiser had gone overboard, she even praised him.

"I already held back quite a bit."

Kaiser didn’t look at the TV. He calmly responded while eating.

He had indeed held back a lot.

With his current strength, if he had gone all out, never mind Tokyo Tower—he could’ve easily obliterated the entirety of Tokyo.

He had deliberately launched Voban into the air to pursue him midair. Had he ignored everything and simply slammed Yagrush and Aymur straight into the ground, the destruction those two rods would have caused would definitely rival a meteorite crashing into a city.

Adding in storms and lightning—just a few more strikes and Tokyo would’ve been no more.

"By the way, Your Majesty."

At that moment, Seishuin Ena seemed to remember something and turned to say to Kaiser:

"Your repelling of Marquis Voban has already spread throughout the worlds of sorcery and magic. Many details about you have been exposed and are now known across the globe, you know?"

Upon hearing this, Kaiser raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It’s already spread?"

He wasn’t surprised, just a bit taken aback.

Unlike the previous battles with Heretic Gods, this time Kaiser fought Voban directly within a city, causing far too much commotion and drawing too much attention. Naturally, some information would be leaked.

Various factions on the occult side typically have people with special talents—some possess Spirit Vision, some have Clairvoyance, and at the very least, most can use long-distance magic to gather various battlefield intel.

Kaiser had battled Voban right in the middle of a city, which inevitably drew the attention of many faction agents.

By now, this island nation had produced a Campione, and some people with other motives had already turned the place into a hotbed of spies and agents from all major factions.

So not just his battle with Voban—even his earlier skirmish at Shichio Shrine with Susanoo, the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi, and Seishuin Ena had been observed by some keen individuals.

Kaiser was well aware of this and had long prepared mentally for his actions to be discovered by the major factions.

But he hadn’t expected that after just a single day, news of his deeds would be circulating worldwide.

"Your Majesty’s several Authorities—like Gungnir, the Golden Sword, and Yagrush and Aymur—are already known by the major factions. Even the Witenagemot has them on record and has made them public."

"Your Majesty’s God-Slayings over the past month—five gods, and five Authorities—have also been noted by all major forces."

"Also, news of your body’s special traits and the fact that you wield multiple powerful sacred treasures has spread among all the great powers."

Seishuin Ena, backed by the Seishuin family, naturally knew all of this once her clan informed her.

"Things like how you subdued the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi as an Authority, and how you fought the Italian King of Swords to a draw on Sardinia with a magic sword—those are no longer secrets, either."

Seishuin Ena held her rice bowl, her delicate and lovely face wearing an innocent smile.

"Now, the only things people are unsure about are Your Majesty’s final Authority and what other powerful sacred treasures you might have."

"Your Majesty’s information dump this time made many factions stay up all night discussing and analyzing."

"The Witenagemot even gave Your Majesty a title because of it."

——[King of Sacred Treasures].

A king who can freely wield various sacred treasures, even Authorities usurped from the gods are all in the form of powerful sacred gear.

Based on such rumors, the Witenagemot officially granted this title, naming Kaiser the Eastern King of Sacred Treasures.

The Wolf King of Eastern Europe, the Martial King of China, the Queen of the Enchanted Cavern, the Hades King of America, the Black Prince of Britain, the King of Swords of Italy, and the King of Sacred Treasures of the East... These are the seven reigning Campione kings known across the world.

"King of Sacred Treasures, huh?" Kaiser muttered, then chuckled. "That does fit, I guess."

What Kaiser didn’t know was that, due to the strength of his physical body being comparable to the Authority of the God of Steel Swords, at first the Witenagemot’s elders had considered giving him titles like “Power King,” “Mighty King,” or “Titan King”...

In the end, it was Princess Alice, Speaker of the Witenagemot, heiress of the House of Goddodi, also known as the White Hime-Miko, Supreme Witch of the Heavens, and Europe’s strongest witch—who personally attended the session and declared that Kaiser, being a king capable of freely manipulating various sacred treasure Authorities, should be called “King of Sacred Treasures.” Thus, the title was finalized.

Otherwise, if he had truly ended up being called something like “Power King” by every occult faction in the world... Kaiser might seriously have considered taking a trip to Greenwich to have a friendly chat with those Witenagemot elders.

As for his information being made public, Kaiser didn’t think much of it.

So what if they researched him?

No matter how thoroughly humanity studied him, they’d never be able to deal with a Campione’s Authorities. Even other Campiones would find it difficult to target him—unless they had some special means, Gungnir and the Golden Sword alone would suppress everything.

Even if someone really did find a way to counter Gungnir and the Golden Sword, it’s not like he didn’t have other exclusive weapons.

Two Orga Luxes, three Balance Breakers, five Zanpakutō, five sacred treasures... Even without counting the Hōgyoku and the Circle of Usurpation, Kaiser possessed a total of fifteen exclusive weapons. Even if some were exposed, he still had plenty of ways to secure victory.

Especially those three Balance Breakers—not only were their abilities extraordinary, but after transforming into their Balance Breakers, they became explosively powerful, not to mention the power of Truth Idea beyond that.

Plus, the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi could combine its power with other exclusive weapons to produce all kinds of new effects. With so many tools at his disposal, Kaiser had essentially become immune to being countered.

The time when he only had the Ser-Veresta was long gone.

Chapter 360: Being Toyed With at Will...

After finishing breakfast, Mariya Yuri didn’t go to school, but instead returned once to Liliana’s room.

Then, Mariya Yuri came before Kaiser and informed him:

“Miss Liliana has woken up.”

Having been unconscious for an entire day, Liliana had finally awakened.

After learning of her current situation, she expressed a desire to meet with Kaiser through Mariya Yuri.

Kaiser didn’t refuse and nodded in agreement.

“If she wants to see me, then let her come.”

Thus, under Mariya Yuri’s guidance, Liliana arrived outside the clubroom.

At this moment, Kaiser and Seishuin Ena were facing off in the open space in front of the clubroom.

“Ena’s coming!”

Drawing Sode no Shirayuki, Seishuin Ena gave a spirited cry and quickly charged toward Kaiser.

In Kaiser’s hand was a jet-black straight sword, and the divine energy it emitted made Liliana’s pupils slightly contract, her expression turning even more solemn.

However, compared to Seishuin Ena, Kaiser’s face was full of nonchalance, even tinged with a trace of laziness.

“Blessed by the fortune of the bow and arrow, I bestow honor upon this longsword!”

Seishuin Ena chanted the Kotodama used previously to activate Sode no Shirayuki’s spirit as she attacked.

With the invocation of the Kotodama, Sode no Shirayuki’s blade emitted a snowy white radiance. As Seishuin Ena swung at high speed, it turned into brilliant white slashes, like pure white ribbons, striking toward Kaiser.

Clang!

Kaiser lightly swung his black blade, deflecting the white slash that came from Seishuin Ena, causing the snowy light to veer off.

But Seishuin Ena relentlessly continued her fierce assault. Her figure danced around Kaiser like a whirling flame, and the white blade in her hand carved out slash after slash of snowy arcs, turning into a continuous sword dance that slashed from every direction.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! …

Intense metallic clashes rang out, scattering sparks from the collisions of steel.

The black blade and white edge clashed violently in front of the clubroom, exchanging hundreds of blows in the blink of an eye, causing the airflow around the two combatants to become chaotic.

Seishuin Ena’s continuous strikes, each swing of Sode no Shirayuki was a violent slash, showcasing the pinnacle of both movement and sword technique, like a heavenly maiden descending to dance an overly intense iron ballet. Snowy-white sword flashes burst forth endlessly, shadows of blades and light intertwining one after another.

Yet such a fierce and beautiful sword dance was blocked by Kaiser, wielding Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi, one move after another, parrying and deflecting every one of Seishuin Ena’s attacks, rendering them all ineffective.

“As expected of the King! So strong even without using Authorities!”

Despite failing to break through, Seishuin Ena was not discouraged; instead, she smiled happily, as if seeing a boy she admired remain unmoved before a thousand troops, calm and collected, wiping them out with one hand.

“Be careful!”

Mariya Yuri watched nervously from the side, afraid that either of the two would become distracted, and someone would get hurt due to the sharpness of their weapons.

“Are those two sparring?”

Liliana silently observed for a while before speaking to Mariya Yuri.

“Yes,” Mariya Yuri replied without taking her eyes off the two in combat. “Ena requested to receive guidance from the King.”

“But she seems off, doesn’t she?” Liliana said, looking at the girl who had defeated her the day before. “Though her swordsmanship is as excellent as yesterday, her movements occasionally show unnatural pauses.”

“Is it the aftereffect of using Spirit Descent?”

As a witch and a prodigy, Liliana easily saw through Seishuin Ena’s current condition.

Spirit Descenders were indeed legendary ability users, but mere humans—even if qualified to use divine power—couldn’t possibly do so without paying a price.

It was clear that Seishuin Ena was still in a poor physical state due to yesterday’s Spirit Descent.

Mariya Yuri didn’t hide it, replying with some helplessness and dissatisfaction:

“I’ve already advised her to rest properly these days, but she just won’t listen.”

For two consecutive days—yesterday and the day before—Seishuin Ena had used Spirit Descent, placing a severe strain on her body.

Normally, using it once would leave her weakened for an entire week, yet Seishuin Ena used it two days in a row. If not for Mariya Yuri casting recovery magic afterward, this reckless behavior might have cost Ena her life.

And now, today, this girl was cheerfully asking a King to spar…

Mariya Yuri truly felt like her childhood friend didn’t value her life.

“Don’t worry.” Liliana was silent for a moment, then said, “The Godslaying King is clearly paying attention. Whenever Seishuin Ena’s body shows a pause, he precisely adjusts his blade to push her back, preventing her from moving too intensely and interfering with her recovery.”

“So, as long as that girl doesn’t go too far, it should be fine.”

At that, Liliana couldn’t help but fix her gaze on Kaiser.

It was precisely because she herself was a skilled swordswoman that Liliana understood just how exceptional the swordsmanship of this overly young King truly was.

Seishuin Ena, who had defeated her, already had swordsmanship not inferior to her own—perhaps even superior—yet this King casually blocked all her attacks, deflected each strike, and still had the presence of mind to monitor her physical condition and respond appropriately. Based on that alone, his mastery of swordsmanship was far beyond hers.

Originally, when Liliana heard that this newly born King could clash evenly in swordplay with Salvatore Doni, she was skeptical.

That Italian King, though wild and problematic in character, was a true prodigy when it came to the sword. As a human, he had polished his technique to a level comparable to a Sword God, truly worthy of the title “World’s Strongest Swordsman.”

To be able to face off evenly with such a divine-level swordsman—up until now, only that Martial King from China, who was said to have mastered every martial art under heaven, stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, could do that.

A new King who had only become one a month ago, an ordinary person before that, being capable of such a feat—was simply impossible.

But now, Liliana believed it.

Without swordsmanship on par with the Sword King of Italy, there was no way he could so easily block Seishuin Ena’s attacks.

“No wonder he could repel the Marquis…”

Liliana thought to herself as she silently waited for the spar to end.

About five minutes later, Seishuin Ena, feeling pain in her body, voluntarily admitted defeat.

“No good, even if Ena gives it her all, she probably still won’t be able to touch the King’s sleeve,” Seishuin Ena declared without hesitation. “Ena has lost.”

At that, Kaiser put away Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi and smiled.

“It’s fine. You’re already amazing.” Kaiser said, “I’ve never seen a Paladin before, so I don’t know how strong swordsmanship at that level is, but from what I see, your swordsmanship is already not weaker than those Great Knights, maybe even better.”

“With skill like that, even if it’s not enough now, in a few years, you’ll surely be able to contend with those so-called Paladins.”

Kaiser was referring to Seishuin Ena when not using Spirit Descent.

Currently, Seishuin Ena had Paladin-level strength after using Spirit Descent. But without it, she was roughly at the level of a Great Knight, about even with Erica and Liliana, perhaps only slightly stronger.

But in a few years, even without Spirit Descent, Seishuin Ena should be able to reach Paladin level through her own strength.

By then, if she used Spirit Descent again, even the peak of humanity—those Paladins—would be no match for her.

At that point, she might even be able to challenge some weaker Heretic Gods head-on.

That could truly be called a promising future.

“Ena will work hard not to disappoint the King.” Seishuin Ena put away Sode no Shirayuki and walked over to Kaiser with a smile. “By the way, the King really is amazing.”

Seishuin Ena looked at the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi in Kaiser’s hand.

“To think you’ve only just obtained Ame no Murakumo, and you can already wield it like this. It seems the sword really suits you.”

She had once been the wielder and user of this divine blade and naturally understood how proud its spirit was.

Even she had taken a long time to form mutual understanding with Ame no Murakumo, yet Kaiser handled it skillfully from the very beginning.

If, in her hands, Ame no Murakumo was a companion—a somewhat willful and troublesome teammate—then in Kaiser’s hands, it was a most loyal vassal.

It did not resist Kaiser at all. Even without Kaiser adjusting to it, it took the initiative to synchronize with him, exerting the power he desired.

This gave Seishuin Ena an odd feeling, like “her goddess was being toyed with by someone else”...

“You just spoiled it too much.”

Kaiser casually responded to Seishuin Ena, then retracted Ame no Murakumo into his body before turning to Liliana.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Kaiser stepped forward and smiled at Liliana.

“Hello, Miss Liliana.”

Seishuin Ena followed behind Kaiser, smiling as she greeted her opponent from yesterday.

But Liliana didn’t act as casually as the two of them—she solemnly dropped to one knee.

“Liliana Kranjčar, of the Bronze Black Cross, pays respects to the Godslaying King.”

Liliana bowed her head to Kaiser, presenting herself for punishment.

“I offended the King yesterday. Please mete out your punishment.”

(End of Chapter)