A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

Seeing how easily Roy managed to persuade Madame Aisha, Erica, Liliana, and the magician from Athens were all left in awe.

As the next leader of the Copper Black Cross and the head of the local magic association in Athens, both Erica and the magician were highly astute. For someone with Madame Aisha's personality, they would have a hundred ways to deceive and manipulate her.

However, neither dared to do so, because Madame Aisha was a Campione, the Devil King of Earth, and a "King" that humanity could never resist.

No matter how the personality of a Campione may be, no matter how easy they might seem to deceive or even use, no ordinary magician would ever dare to try. The countless years of history have proven one thing: any magician or magic association that dared to exploit a Campione would end up in a tragic fate. (T/N: Except Kusanagi Godou since apparently he needed to be tested)

Especially for someone like Madame Aisha, a Campione who resembled a natural disaster. Magicians were too busy avoiding her, and who would dare to communicate with her and use her? It was likely that within moments of speaking with Madame Aisha, they would be killed by her uncontrollable authority.

Seeing that Roy had managed to convince Madame Aisha to stay by his side, the magician from Athens felt a sense of relief. The disaster had finally been contained. At the very least, with Madame Aisha beside King Roy, the disaster she would bring to the world would be significantly reduced.

"So why did you suddenly appear in Athens?"

After securing Madame Aisha by his side, Roy no longer showed the excessive respect he had earlier, instead speaking more casually.

"Usually, the portals I use to return from ancient times to the present are in the same spot, but sometimes there are errors. The location where the portal opens can randomly appear in different corners of the world."

Hearing Roy's question, Madame Aisha answered with some embarrassment.

The authority known as Fairy's Corridor was uncontrollable, and it could suddenly go out of control at any time, teleporting Madame Aisha to some ancient time. When the power spirals out of control, the teleportation portal stays in the same place, and occasionally, unfortunate ordinary people who accidentally enter it are also transported back to ancient times.

But unlike the fantasy novels, in this world, no matter how talented a modern-day person is or how much futuristic technology they possess, if they try to alter history in ancient times, they will trigger the historical correction force from The Library of Plutarch in the underworld, ensuring that history returns to its proper course. In other words, anyone who travels back to ancient times can do nothing—either living a mundane life as an ordinary person or tragically dying before making any impact.

"It's likely that the presence of Athena, the Heretic God, attracted Madame Aisha's instincts as a Campione, which altered the location of the portal."

There was a strong attraction force between the Heretic God and the Campiones, and the two would inevitably meet under the guidance of fate. (T/N: This line was influenced by my recent reading of Regressor's Tale of Cultivation, those who know will know)

"That's why I said I'm definitely not 150 years old. I mostly travel in ancient times, and when I return, a lot of time has passed. In fact, I'm just in my fifties this year—just a little over fifty." (T/N: facepalm)

Women are always sensitive about their age. At this point, Madame Aisha was still trying to correct Roy's previous mistaken estimate of her age.

"Fifty is already quite old," Roy muttered under his breath, but Madame Aisha didn't hear him.

"Madam Aisha, you look so miserable. Did something happen to you in ancient times? Did you encounter a Heretic God or another ancient Campione?"

Madame Aisha now looked quite disheveled, obviously having been injured. In this world, if someone were to injure a Campione, besides the Heretic God, the only other beings capable of doing so would be other Campiones, which was why Roy asked her this question.

"Well... I encountered something extremely troublesome."

Madame Aisha responded with some frustration, "This time, I traveled back to Gaul 1,500 years ago. Due to my uncontrollable authority, a large number of followers appeared. At the time, these people were fighting an enemy, and because I helped them heal inexplicably, I became known as a Saint. It was this reputation that attracted the attention of a Campione called Sword of Mars."

"Sword of Mars? Attila, the Scourge of God?"

Roy's interest was piqued by Madame Aisha's words. Attila, the Hun king, was a figure who struck fear across all of Europe. It was rumored that Attila wielded the Sword of the God of War, and it was with this sword that he managed to wreak havoc across Europe.

Roy didn't expect that in this world's history, Attila was actually a Campione. However, this revelation made perfect sense. Without being a Campione, how could he have built such a vast empire, dominating Europe and Asia? Even his title, Scourge of God, hinted at his first conquest—the Roman God of War, Mars, or Ares in Greek mythology.

Soon after the death of Attila, his mighty empire fragmented. If it had been held together by the power of a Campione, then its rapid collapse following Attila's demise was entirely logical.

As for how Attila died, it required no guesswork—he was undoubtedly killed by the Last King.

"I'm not sure if that man was Attila himself or if he was the one who created the legend of Attila. Either way, that Campione found me. He was very fond of women, having twelve wives already, yet he still proposed to me. Since I didn't want to marry him and couldn't defeat him, I had no choice but to flee. In the end, during my escape, I somehow made my way back here."

After saying this, Madame Aisha paused, her expression suddenly shifting. Crossing her arms, she looked at Roy warily. "Mr. Roy... could it be that you also have some ulterior motive for making me your maid?"

"If I say yes, what will you do, Madame Aisha?" Roy teased with a smirk.

"Hmm... If that's the case, I guess I can't beat you, so I'd just keep running! Who knows, maybe while fleeing, I'd accidentally end up in another ancient era."

As Madame Aisha spoke, her gaze darted around the room, as if genuinely plotting her escape route.

"Relax, Madame Aisha. I'm not interested in you for now, so there's no need for you to flee. Just stay by my side and stop causing trouble for others."

"Sir Roy, the way you said that makes me even sadder! Words like that can really wound a beautiful girl's heart, you know."

Madame Aisha clutched her chest as if heartbroken, her expression one of exaggerated despair.

Roy rolled his eyes and ignored her theatrics. Women were so troublesome—no matter what you said, they always found a way to twist it around.

"Alright, madam, go and change into some fresh clothes. After that, we'll leave Athens and head to North America together."

Roy gave his instructions, then turned to the nearby magician. "…Help Madame Aisha find something suitable to wear."

"At once, my two 'kings.' I'll see to it immediately!"

The magician from Athens, hearing that Roy and Madame Aisha were finally leaving, could hardly contain his joy. These two walking disasters were finally going to leave his city.

After encountering Madame Aisha, Roy found his interest in leisure activities waning. He decided to head directly to North America to meet the American Campione—and to seek the object that intrigued him most: the Holy Grail.