Holy Right : A Multiverse Occultist

Rome, Italy. 

Female Wolf Headquarters- Lucraxia. 

"I, Erica Brandelli, on behalf of the King, would like to present my sincere gratitude to all of you deep from my heart. Thank you."

"The hard work and spirit that the Seven Sisters has brought out for the King's request, devoting themselves to the fullest extent has made us so close to unearthing our goal is extraordinaryly commendable. The Alliance's dedication, diligence and hard work, the king has all in his eyes."

With vibrant blond hair atop flaunting like a glamourous golden crown, Erica stood at the top of the podium withholding onto a sanguine temperament as her eyes surveyed around the venue while her beautiful and high spirited voice ran through the hall. 

A girl who is only seventeen and has not even crossed the bar of adulthood was addressing some of the top statutory mages and knights around the globe. 

However, the executives of Seven Sisters Alliance did not feel that there was any notion wrong with the present scenario, even if she is the Crimson Devil of the Copper Black Cross, she would have not been qualified. 

But... 

Being the King's knight took her prominence to an another realm, for she is the face of the King of the entire European magic world as well as the Lord of Vatican, the one who slayed the Oldest Campione as well as killed some of the highest statutory Heretic Gods of their respective mythos. 

The Seventh Campione, The Living Blaze, The Death White Shura, The Angel Sculptured Out Of A Fairytale, The Oddity of Seven, King of Unprecedent Moodiness– Roy 'Mrkl' Crowley, who faintly occupies the highest position among the remaining six Campiones.

Accompanied by Erica was Liliana, the 'more closer than every before' companion and friend of Erica, whether it's in daily life or even in bed, she focused on her friend confidently presenting herself with her eyes shining in admiration. 

Although Liliana's strength is not weaker than Erica's, with regards to this kind of meetings, hostings and polite talks that require high social skills and equanimous demeanor, Erica without a doubt precedes her, and can better represent her King's majesty. 

"Miss Erica, we have mostly dug up the ruins of the Ancient Goddess. As long as the things that King wants are in that ruins, we will instantly b—"

A high standing representative of the Female Wolf thoughtfully perched in the front rows aptly stood up and extolled. Clearly, the Female Wolf wanted to untimely attenuate their accountability in case such occurred, by putting forward an 'if'. 

"Vice-Commander Matteo Arcana."

The representatives of the Seven Sisters League present here are all the senior leaders of their respective associations, but no Commanders-in-Chiefs were present. 

If Roy personally presides over the meeting, the presence of the each of the seven Commander-in-Chiefs is a more of a obligation than a necessity, but just Erica's presence is still not equivocal to make the seven commanders gather, give or take, they are the face of the entire Italian magic circle.

Erica knows this too, she also knows that her influence and weight eventuates from Roy, she is a knight and knows better than not to dishonor the pride of these top veteran leaders. 

But rather to grasp this degree well to balance out between obedience and personal pride. Besides, a certain commander in the Italian Seven Sisters League is also her beloved uncle, which to her bafflement, her King jokingly often pushes into same type of fellow as King Solomon. 

"Let me make it clear to you, this is not a question of 'if', this is certain. The King has 'all in his eyes'. It has long been determined that the divine tool is in the newly excavated ruins, and I hope you will not question my King's words."

Erica glared at the pot bellied man and rebuked with a high tone, her eyes briefly scanned onto the senior executives of the Female Wolf. 

The Female Wolf's senior management promptly averted their gaze or quickly lowered their head. The pot bellied man who was standing had his calves already trembling in fear, sweat raining down from his checks, he knew his sentence formation was flawed and he unknowingly violated the taboo, if the king was dissatisfied, then... 

After the King visited Jerusalem and killed the King of Wisdom- Solomon, everyone envisioned Roy's power to be a part relating of the 'Solomon's Wisdom' but it was a magic eye that could peered into time, which make King able to firmly grasp the Achilles heels of every person, association or being as long as he wants. 

More than a year is enough for Roy to fully subdue his subordinates. He has applied the carrot and stick method to it's highest efficiency. Those who work hard will be handsomely rewarded while those who dared to even think about betrayal will just lust for a painless death. 

This created a positive progressive atmosphere in the League that moved as per his will. In today's Italian magic circle and the Vatican's circle of influence, no one dares to be disrespectful to Roy, the King of Moodiness.

"Excavate the divine tool and bring it to the king, as fast as possible, and remember. This is the symbol of the primeval goddess and the origination of the mother of the Ancient Earth. It is a sign that guides the goddess to the road of disobedience and makes the divinity mix belop into heretic nature."

"If you don't want to attract the presence of a Heretic God and guide a calamity embodied to our country. Don't let this object stay in your hands for too long! Instead, you must give it to King for safekeeping as soon as possible!"

Erica warned the people present, Italy is her hometown, and Erica was naturally unwilling to let Italy attract the attention of a disaster incarnate like a Heretic God. 

With more than a year of getting along together, she has already understood Roy's character and his way of doing things. 

He is not a tyrant who makes ordinary people suffer at his will nor he is a benevolent king who will sacrifice or disadvantage himself for common people. 

He is flexible with the situations, it's just the different perception for different person, defining him as cruel or kind as per the situation before them, but her king clearly doesn't care. 

Therefore, King must be handed with divine tool before it attracts the attention of the Heretic God to present king with the ample time to battle away from human habitation. 

"We understand, Crimson Devil, but there is another issue on our head. The King of Swords, Lord Salvatore Doni..."

Erica lips upreared as a high-level executive affiliated to the Copper Black Cross addressed her with the title settled as the jewel of her pride, but her lips momentarily opened movelessly when it came to the King of Swords, the former 'symbolic' ruler of Italy. 

"Salvatore Doni's matter will be resolved by the King himself. Don't worry. Unlike Salvatore Doni, King Roy is more dependable, and we have to faithfully place our belief on the king!"

For Roy, Erica has absolute confidence, even if she is only his lover and a partner in bed, Erica already regards him as her other half.

Because she can feel it. While in bed or in day to day life, Roy has true feelings for her and knows how to respect her will and wants instead of treating her as a dispensable vent or a past time. This alone is enough for Erica to devote herself with all her body, mind and soul. 

* * * 

"Aha~! My friend! It has been ages since we last saw each other. But I miss you very dearly. Remember how we went out to play and together sunk a couple of islands? Truly~ that was fun. How nostalgic~"

On the road to the Vatican, a Maybach car parked on the side of the street was unable to proceed, because a frivolous looking handsome blonde Italian was the blocking the road. 

Accompanying the young man was a spectacled man in his thirties, donning a formal business suit, he quietly stood behind the blonde, just like a butler waits upon his master. He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly at the figure seated inside the car. 

Wearing a battle oriented cardinal robe, Roy, who was sitting in the back seat and resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. He removed the over robe as a sigh mixed with slight helplessness escaped his lips. 

This time he came to Italy for the 'artefact' and was finally, after more than a year 'caught' by Salvatore Doni, the 'Heretical Manic'. 

If one were to rate the Campione, out of all the remaining six, he would be the first to be truly called Epimetheus' illegitimate child: A TRUE MORON!!!

But now that he was 'caught', Roy had no intentions to ignore this moron, otherwise he may directly attack him while laugh like a psychopathic manic. He ordered the sweaty driver and his entourage to open the door and said calmly and gently: 

"Doni, since you are here, get in the car. Don't block the road, let the cars pass through."

Roy is not a fighting madman. The search for the Heretic Gods is not to vent one's desire to fight, but to make oneself stronger to defiantly face the oncoming future crises. Therefore, he doesn't like Salvatore Doni who childishly pesters him for battles, impendingly harassing his studies. 

Compared to fighting with instinct, Roy believes more in his wisdom and knowledge. In his view, human wisdom and knowledge are the key to human evolution and the key to the prosperity of human principles. 

To some extent, in many ways, he actually does not have a good overall affinity with the Campione mostly attributed with brashness, which is primarily due to the increased emotional behavior a Campione carry themselves with, becoming emotionally more indifferent or more cruel or more battle hungry, a often neglected side effect. 

"My friend, come on, you are finally willing to see me! I thought I did not do well last time and made you bored!"

Lord Salvatore Doni, the King of Swords, walked over with a grin and naturally plopped down beside Roy, and the gentlemen who was following him sighed helplessly, and sat beside Salvatore like a faithful attendant.

"If you have anything to say, hurry up. Compared to you, I prefer to chase Goddess."

Roy said straightforwardly, although he had already guessed why this poor student was looking for him.