Campione! - Volume 8 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4




Chapter 4 - Black Prince, White Witch, and the Hero's Attendant Part 1 Cretan legends are a particularly famous category of Greek mythology. For example, there was the Minotaur, the half-man half-bull monster born from an affair between the queen and a bull. The Greeks were obliged to regularly offer their young children as sacrifices to this monster imprisoned in an underground labyrinth. The young warrior Theseus entered the labyrinth in order to slay it — This is the well-known story of the "Labyrinth of the Minotaur." In order to imprison the monster, King Minos ordered the construction of a labyrinth. Trapped by a maze of intersecting passages, outsiders were eaten by the monster as soon as they stepped foot into the labyrinth. Later on, Minos ordered King Aegeus to make tribute of seven pairs of youths, male and female, once every nine years to be sent into the labyrinth to be sacrificed as the bull-headed monster's food. The Athenian prince, Theseus, decided to go to Crete to kill the Minotaur in order to save the young men and women of Athens. King Minos' daughter Ariadne fell in love with Theseus and gave him a sharp sword and a ball of yarn. Thanks to these items, Theseus finally killed the Minotaur and escaped the labyrinth with the Athenian youths and Princess Ariadne. "The key to this myth is the Minotaur born from the queen and the bull's affair." Alexandre Gascoigne spoke thus. His current location was Cornwall. Also called the Black Prince Alec, and known as the Nobleman of God Speed. In fact, he was also a [King] widely versed in myths originating from all over the world. Although he was not an elite mage by training, nevertheless, he still mastered all sorts of spells. He became a Campione at the age of sixteen. In the four years after that, he was in conflict with the Witenagemot 1 J , known as the organization of top experts in the realm of magic. Traveling all over Europe to look for mysterious treasure, he fought against gods and magic associations from all over the world. Very likely it was during this period that his abilities as a first class mage were gradually honed. "Ever since ancient times, the bull was a symbol of abundant harvests. Hence, the Cretans equated the bull as being divine. Conversely, this also establishes a parallel interpretation of the queen being a miko." Perhaps the following was the background prototype for the legend of the Minotaur — In the early days of the Greek city states, the island of Crete in the neighboring sea had a powerful and flourishing civilization. These islanders would regularly demand the young children of the Greeks as tribute to be sacrificed. These children were live sacrifices to be offered to the island's god of harvests. The "God of Harvests" that desired young children, was served by the queen who acted as a miko — "Well, it's not without archaeological basis..." There was also the Cretan prehistoric civilization: the Minoan ruins where large amounts of human bones were discovered, speculated to be the remains of the people who were offered as live sacrifices. Alec usually explained these kinds of topics when facing subordinates who had little knowledge of magic. The association he founded, [Royal Arsenal], recruited all sorts of talent and its ranks not only included powerful magi but also occultists who focused purely on research, commoners who sought revenge against sorcerers for deaths of relatives, and even street hoodlums, con artists and unrepentant thieves. As long as they knew the existence of gods, even ordinary commoners were included. These were people who hoped to follow Alec and oppose the elite magic associations led by the Witenagemot. Perhaps this was the only point of commonality between the members of [Royal Arsenal]. This was why their levels of competency and expertise were extremely varied. Hence it was necessary for Alec as their leader to start giving lectures on what magi would consider common sense basics. Trusted subordinates — especially Sir Iceman, had advised many times that it was not necessary for their commander-in-chief to give lectures personally. However, Alec did not mind looking after his subordinates. (As a side note, this aspect of his personality had been criticized by the maiden, his eternal rival, as 'cautious and unexpectedly lacking in boldness.' In response, Alec had replied dejectedly that 'providing guidance and education to subordinates is the duty and responsibility of the leader.') It happened two days before the lecture at the Cornwall stronghold. A museum situated in a quaint peaceful village... Was the concealed headquarters established by Alec's subordinates where precious foci and treasures acquired from the British Museum and the British Library were housed and displayed, along with mountains of grimoires. These various artifacts were stolen on impulse a year ago when the conflict with the Witenagemot had peaked with great intensity. But anyway, Alec was currently in the deepest level of a massive labyrinth. "Kukukuku... Foiling the final step of the grand designs of my return to earth? So be it! Delightful!" Echoing as if coming from underground, it was the deep voice of a [Heretic God]. The voice came from the bull-headed giant lying on the ground. Its body was roughly 30m in length. The muscle-bound gigantic body was wearing a short tunic weaved from palm fibers along with a red cape. A normal person would probably kneel down and swear allegiance on sight, and obediently commit suicide even if it commanded. The ferocious [Bull] deity embodying powerful dominance. The Cretan god of harvest that appeared in Greek myths of King Minos in the past. Or perhaps it should be called the Minotaur? However, even such a solemn and mighty appearance was for naught — "Young god-slayer... The warrior sparkling with the light of thunder! Takest my blood, flesh and strength as thy sustenance! Swallowest me, steppest over my corpse, becomest even more powerful! Heaven and earth! For the sake of I, who has been slain, open the road to hell as an offering to the king!" "...Tsk. Even on your death throes you still need to chant insulting verses..." The dying giant bull-headed god. Alec was crouching down beside it, making heavy breathing noises. As the result of an intense battle that exceeded his limits, his brain was now struck with pain akin to being sawn apart; the body was severely injured, especially with pain in the internal organs and that pounding heartbeat. Capillaries all over the body as well as a portion of the arteries and veins had burst, causing internal hemorrhage. Then he spat blood. Bones were probably broken all over his body. This pitiful state was the result of being struck by the bull-headed god's angry roar. In truth, he almost died. "So farewell, god-slayer! May endless curse and conflict accompany thy remaining life!" In other words, a declaration that disaster will fill the rest of his life. Leaving behind these last words, the god's body dispersed like smoke. In that very instant, Alec felt a great weight on his back. It felt like a new authority had been obtained. "I came to investigate partially due to pure curiosity; coming here with a relaxed and leisurely mood, this was the result...!" My life exactly. Even without a curse it was full of disaster. Alec smacked his lips and turned his head. Whether friend or foe, he absolutely could not let anyone else approach. For the sake of vanity, he was concerned about his current poise and appearance. However, there were no others in this vast empty space. Things should be fine after a bit of rest. ...The deepest level of the expansive underground labyrinth. This circular hollow had a diameter of almost 1 0km. Bare ground and massive empty space. In the central area were an altar and a throne for worshiping the bull-headed deity. Whether the labyrinth or the circular space, neither of them existed on the island of Crete a week ago. This location was born from divine authority with the manifestation of [Heretic Minos]. Dragging his battered body, Alec finally returned to the surface. (The labyrinth that manifested somewhere on the Lassithi Plateau of Crete could very well be discovered one day, becoming a tourist attraction that reminded people of the Minotaur's legend. However, I couldn't care less at this moment.) The authority of god speed was activated briefly. Enveloping himself in a flash of lightning and feeling with his body the passage often-odd seconds, this was enough to reach the hotel located at the coastal beach resort area. Ingesting the healing potion prepared beforehand in his room, he went to bed and slept for six hours. It was already night when he woke up. By this time most of the external injuries had already recovered. "Still with this inexplicable body..." The headache had not improved, however, so he should probably take it easy for now. Alec endured the nausea and headache as he tidied up his appearance. Then he took a bath, had a shave and fixed up his hairstyle. He changed into a new shirt and pants, even though upper garments were optional in the resort area. Still tired, but he will not compromise on personal style. After having some completely unremarkable seafood at the hotel's western restaurant, he found a bar outside with a quiet atmosphere and took a seat at the bar table. Taking a sip of the alcohol, his mood finally lightened up a bit. Come on, why does every time have to be a brush with death? "There you are, Alec. Ditching me at the airport, what a cruel man you are, really..." A greeting came from behind, carrying extremely sorrowful words spoken by a very gloomy voice. Without looking back, it was obvious it was Sir Iceman. Alec waited until his trusted subordinate sat down beside him before starting to grumble. "I think it's about time for you to overturn the nickname of the 'Unflying Dutchman.' After all, overcoming one's weaknesses is the privilege of mankind." "Give me a break! Do I really have to overcome that chunk of metal!?" Alec's follower was Sir Iceman, a Dutchman named Denis, age twenty-five or six. Nicknamed the Iceman because of his resilient and calm personality, he was a mage who had been knighted in England and obtained the title of "Sir." Furthermore, he was also called the "Unflying Dutchman" due to a severe phobia of flying. "I will gladly take on a hundred, no, a thousand men in battle, and even follow you into a fight against gods. However, that lump of garbage metal suspended in the air is the only exception. That thing is... the symbol of human stupidity. Mankind should not challenge the skies..." With meandering words, he tried to justify his stance. On the other hand, Sir Iceman was a valiant warrior. His power made him one of the few people who could stand toe to toe with the forces of Italy's greatest hero, Paolo Blandelli. Humans are never perfect. Alec shook his head. "Well, it couldn't be helped. There were only thirty minutes left before the last flight for the Dover Strait was going to take off, and yet you were hiding in the washroom reluctant to come out... I believe a majority of people would agree it wasn't my fault." "Refusing to admit your faults, how cruel. Fine, I'll forget about it. ...Anyway, Alec, you already fought, right?" "What?" "Yesterday there was a report of a [Heretic God] manifesting on this island of Crete." He knew it would happen sooner or later but to be discovered so soon? Alec shrugged his shoulders. "Can you give me the details of the god fight? Don't deliberately do a lazy job of reporting again just because it was your own battle." It was unacceptable no matter what. Besides, the other side also had reasons that could not be disclosed. Alec simply raised his glass for another sip. God speed — which the Witenagemot had named the authority of [Black Lightning]. Due to this being Alec's trump card, there were very few comrades who were capable of supporting him. Very few people could keep up with his speed. Rather than wait for back up to arrive at the front lines it was easier to just fight alone. "The sense of helplessness, from finding out they did not have the ability to help, is always a painful experience. Thoroughly impressed we may be with our king's sense of worry/concern, I still hope to know if you are safe or not. As much as possible, please keep this in mind." Alec silently slid the wineglass over to Iceman. Though he had no intentions of apologizing, buying him a drink was acceptable. Iceman in turn caught the wineglass without saying a word, and poured the amber-colored liquid into his own glass. "By the way, please allow me to add a few words." "What is it?" "Since we came expressly to Crete, why are you having a shot of Bowmore? I love drinking too, and that aroma of the sea is simply marvelous. However, that's still not enough reason to drink a cold climate country's alcohol when we're in the Mediterranean, for goodness' sake." The trusted subordinate was talking about a type of Scotch whisky produced in Scotland. This strong liqueur was filled with the local flavor of the tides of the Irish Sea. "What's wrong with faithfulness to one's preferences? No matter what, the most important thing is what one desires." "Still, this place is really too hot. How about having some local beer to wet our throats?" Iceman calmly suggested in the face of Alec's response. On the calendar it was currently the middle of May. However, for the Mediterranean island of Crete, it was already very hot, enough to wear short sleeves. Alec licked his lips, intending to retort. In truth, I cared little for vacation sense or awareness of seasons. However, I hate downing beer in massive gulps like some kind of glutton. It is truly imperative to maintain one's style and aesthetics. Alec was just about to speak but he stopped — A young Caucasian beauty was approaching. She was rather young in age, about twelve or thirteen or so. Clearly not an age that should be coming and going in a bar like this. However, none of the staff or customers in the bar reprimanded her. Everyone ignored her as if she did not exist at all. "It must be a [Concealment] spell. She hid her appearance from everyone apart from us." "Probably. This is a spell that certain fairies and witches are talented in." As Alec and Sir Iceman exchanged glances, the girl walked over to them. "Salutations for the first time, [King] known as Prince. Allow me to greet Your Highness." The girl in the white summer dress was stunningly beautiful. The very image of a classic doll made by a master craftsman. Alec felt an unusual sense of intangibility from the young girl. Definitely not an ordinary person no matter how you look at it. Very likely no ordinary mage. Though only based on instinct, it should not be far from the truth. "If you have something to say, be quick with it. I am enjoying a private moment and have no interest in a suspicious fellow like you." Alec was a handsome man with a tall and slightly slender build. Though he was not actually a noble, his natural poise and dignified airs earned him the nickname of "Prince." Sir Iceman was also quite outstanding in appearance with solemn facial features like a carved sculpture. He was even taller than Alec and looked more strongly built with his wider shoulders. Even when wearing a ruffled suit there was an air of masculine charm. Whenever they sat together they were frequently accosted by women. Standing out amongst the crowd was everyday life for them. However, this young girl was clearly different from those women. — How troublesome. Alec summed up curtly in his mind. No matter how extraordinary a person, she was decidedly less than a god. Completely uninteresting. "Then I shall get straight to the point, Prince. Your Highness arrived at this location in order to ascertain whether the god Minos of Crete was [Steel], is that correct?" Oh? Alec's curiosity was piqued. Could this passing girl have seen through his intentions from a glance? "I feel that Your Highness' body contains a presence similar to the Chinese [Steel], the bull-headed iron-bodied war god Chi You^, or Japan's Susanoo who is also known as the Bull-headed Heavenly King." Sir Iceman instantly signaled with his eyes, asking if he should handle it. But Alec shook his head "Wrong but close enough. It was a war god with the [Bull] attribute, probably the evolved form of a god of the land like Minos — I was only investigating when I suddenly encountered it." Well, choosing to go traveling on a whim and encountering a battle with a heretic god was an unexpected bonus... Rather than that, there were more interesting questions to interrogate this girl. "So, could you answer my question in return? Why are you asking me about the subject of [Steel]? I am more commonly known as a seeker of the Holy Grail. But there should be virtually no one who knows that I am interested in the connections between war gods and the Holy Grail." The following year after becoming a Campione, Alec had gone searching for the [Magic Holy Grail]. At that time, he had declared war on the English magi centered on the Witenagemot. Furthermore, the gathering of high level magi in England from all over Europe to become either Alec's enemies or allies erupted into a great conflict — the Battle for the Magic Grail. Anyone involved in the world of magic would have heard of this great incident. "The only ones who know about the connections between war gods and the Holy Grail are a very small number of Templar Knights and witches. ...With no smell of iron from your body, you are unlikely to be a knight. But you are no ordinary human — someone known as a Divine Ancestor, right?" Outstanding senses of smell and taste beyond normal humans were several of Alec's little-known talents. As well as a mind that maintained a delicate balance with calm and insightful instincts. Through logical thinking and analysis of instinct, the term Divine Ancestor surfaced in memory. The girl before his eyes should not be an ordinary witch or knight. Assuredly. "As befits the one known for being particularly wise amongst the god-slayers, the truth really was discerned from my greeting. Very likely it reflects development as a result of Your Highness' growth. I beg forgiveness if I, Guinevere, have given offense." "A mere greeting?" "Yes. Knowing Your Highness has slaughtered three gods, I felt that I had to pay my respects no matter what." Then I shall take my leave — Leaving behind a smile and a greeting, the young girl disappeared. Taking only an instant, it was as illusionary as mist dispersing. Some sort of transfer spell must have been used. "That person called herself Guinevere." "Ahah. I wonder if that name was chosen as a joke or with special meaning behind it, how mysterious." Once the witch vanished, Sir Iceman muttered as Alec shrugged. "Hmm... By the way, Alec, I had a thought." Planning on making some kind of proposal, the trusted subordinate bore a serious expression. However, somehow there was a detestable sense of premonition. "Regarding the one calling herself Guinevere, why don't we ask the most accomplished witch about her? Particularly outstanding witches are connected to special networks transcending associations and countries. It is very likely that the 'Princess' knows something." The most accomplished witch! Alec showed displeasure in his expression. He understood Sir Iceman's reasoning, but he did not want to do as suggested. "Since you two are so closely bound by destiny, I think it's best to prepare beforehand when something like this happens." "Stop the nonsense! There is nothing but ill fate between us! There is no other significance!" Part 2 The Witenagemot's headquarters were situated in Greenwich, London. A four-story Victorian building constructed with red brick, very similar in likeness to the government offices of Scotland Yard in Westminster. The office of the Witenagemot's spokesperson was located in the depths of the building's first floor. In truth, all the past spokespersons had their offices on the top floor of this building. However, the incumbent declared a relocation as soon as she assumed her position, and the office was moved. It was rumored that she said something like this: The highest floor in a building with no elevators? Unacceptable!' The graceful and gentle young beauty. The Princess regarded as Europe's most aristocratic lady. Unexpectedly more outspoken than what her appearance and title might suggest, the current spokesperson was ignoring the words of her subordinate who acted as both secretary and governess. "What is the [Magic Holy Grail]? It is the greatest treasure sought by the Templar Knights — the successors of the twelfth century Crusaders who attempted to take back the holy land Jerusalem from the Muslims. It is commonly believed that it is an item that was born with the great land, and stores a massive amount of magical power." The one speaking was Patricia Ericson. Hair tied up, wearing a thin-framed pair of spectacles, thirty years of age or so. "Since ancient times, appearances of the Holy Grail in this world have been very rare. Records placing great importance on the 'miracle manifested when the Holy Grail is found by the Sacred Chosen One' have been left behind by many magi and seekers of the Holy Grail." Miss Ericson's stiff manner of speech lacked feminine gentleness, and simply listening to her was tiring. However, the Witenagemot's incumbent spokesperson listened silently without a single comment, until she finally smiled calmly and spoke: "Yes, I know. And it is still unclear what the 'Sacred Chosen One' refers to. ...Hey, Miss Ericson, I don't really need to revise knowledge on the Holy Grail, am I a bad student if I don't want to learn about things I already know?" Yes, Alice Louise of Navarre was an outstanding honors student. Nicknamed Princess Alice. Though the highborn daughter of a Duke's family, she was also a miko with boastworthy spirit powers. Becoming the spokesperson of the Witenagemot by recommendation at the tender age of sixteen, she was extremely well-learned. Perhaps it would be apt to say that she was a world-class authority on the subject of the Holy Grail. "In terms of knowledge, true... But not in terms of putting into actual practice." Miss Ericson spoke coldly as she pushed up the rim of her glasses. These actions embodied the quintessential 'strict and upright female private tutor.' Precisely because of this, she had secretly registered herself as a member at a marriage agency. Humans were truly interesting beings. (As for how Alice came to know of this, she was using spirit powers when she peeked into Miss Ericson's heart by chance.) "Concerning the miracle of the Holy Grail, Princess, did you know there is another legend passed down the ages? Another important element for initiating the Holy Grail miracle, the 'valiant and foolish child of heaven' of rumor." Pertinently, Alice responded with "is that so?" Of course, she was fully aware but feigning ignorance. Furthermore, it needed no mentioning that the "fool" was a veiled reference to the Devil King Campione. "With all that said, in the end what are you trying to get at, Miss Ericson?" "To sound the alarm against the multiple contact incidents between 'that man' and you, the most suitable 'Sacred One' recognized by the world." It turned out to be this after all. Alice sighed. "The miracle brought upon by the Holy Grail... No matter how conservatively speculated, the effects of its manifestation must be no different from the disasters brought by [Heretic Gods]. Disregarding 'that man' as the disastrous heavenly child, please do not forget you are the spokesperson of the Witenagemot who is responsible for maintaining order in the activities of the magical world. Please be a bit more mindful of your identity." "But it's very interesting. Oh my, I've got to go." "Princess!" The highborn Princess had a weak constitution. Due to this reason, Alice was unable to leave the house casually as she desired. However, when a 'major incident' involving the Holy Grail and the Black Prince occurs, she just could not help but rush to the front lines to see how the problem would be solved. It was a bit unfair to Miss Ericson, but let's hope her anger will only be temporary — no, rather, she could control her anger semi-permanently. Besides, if this spirit power of flying all over the place could be reinforced, perhaps the frail body might also be strengthened at the same time... Clinging to the belief of opportunism, Alice pondered. It was again time to meet that poker-faced and unfriendly Prince and sow new seeds of discord. This young man passionately devoted himself to work, vigorously applying himself to the job of threatening the world as the great devil king. There will definitely be a response — With this thought, a letter appeared on the office desk. This was something sent over by the magic of [Mailing]. It was emergency communication sent by a spy trained since childhood. Trying to suppress the excitement in her heart, she quietly picked up the letter. 'Black Prince Alec slew a god in Crete.' One short sentence. However, Alice was crying out with delight in her heart. It's here! The expected person came at last. Also, this time it is the long time unseen Campione. This was the perfect excuse for a long duration business trip! "Sorry, Miss Ericson, I express my utmost gratitude to your kind advice. However, I must leave due to some urgent matters. If I were to become sickly and unwell again, please take good care of me then." She made her request with a noblewoman's smile. However, she did not wish to hear an objection. This was in reality an order. "What on earth is this emergency, Princess!?" "Same old, a world crisis!" Alice activated the power of spirit body separation. Separating from her material frame, the astral body flew towards the sky. Rendered an empty shell, the real body slumped over but was caught by Miss Ericson. Well done. As expected of my private tutor. The White Miko-Hime offered praise as her spirit body flew out of the Witenagmot's headquarters. Part 3 Thinking back four years ago — Letting his body rock freely with the vibrations of the running train, Alec reminisced. As a side note, he was alone. Whenever he crossed seas, Sir Iceman was always left behind to take a ship. However, this time he was directly informed beforehand. The other party also agreed with Alec's suggestion that having two battles against gods within a week should be impossible. ...Come to think of it, the last time he enjoyed a train ride so casually like this must have been how long ago? After becoming a Campione, every single day of these four years had been exceptionally busy. Everything began four years ago. Growing up in a town in the Cornwall countryside, Alec was introduced to magical knowledge from a young age. However, compared to magic he was more skilled in gambling and tricks. Of course, he was not outstanding enough to be recruited by powerful magic associations or the Witenagemot. The one who taught the knowledge of magic to Alec was his father, someone who most people would call an occultist. The occult that he sought until the day he died was the Magic Holy Grail. His obsession with seeking the occult was the reason why his wife abandoned him. As a result, he had to raise young Alec as a single father. When Alec was sixteen, his father's dying words revealed to him a secret code. Thus began his adventures. Through good fortune and sharp instincts, he faced off against the fallen angel Ramiel, obtaining the authority of divine speed in the first battle... How nostalgic to recall all these memories. Soon after, he was embroiled in the battle for the Holy Grail. In order to face the difficult battles arising from continued seeking of the Holy Grail, he established [Royal Arsenal]. If none of this had happened, he most likely would not have met that girl of taboo. The "Princess" four years his junior bearing a delicate sense of hostility towards him. Alec smacked his lips. Why would the face of that annoying girl he was about to meet suddenly appear? It must the result of recalling those unpleasant memories. "Yeah, I already know that popping up anywhere unannounced is your special skill. But I hope you can learn to behave a little. In a situation like this, it would be proper manners to greet first before taking a seat." "Oh well. When the terrifying Great Devil King starts explaining manners, it must be an omen for a world-shaking cataclysm." Princess Alice's spirit body spoke nonchalantly. There were no other passengers in Alec's train car. This was exactly why the spirit body of England's most accomplished miko as well as one of Europe's rare witches had sneaked into the seat opposite to him. Did she detect my location as usual through magical information networks? Speculating thus, Alec frowned. ...What ill fate, the bothers of this woman never end. "Rumors say that you have successfully slain your third god at Crete. The god dormant on that island... turns out to be the divinity of Minos after all?" "I have no obligation to answer you. What a boring question." "There. Your habit of twitching your right eyebrow the instant someone guesses correctly. It is Minos as expected... So what kind of authority is it this time? It must be one suited to you, a power that is extravagant and convoluted at the same time." A troublesome woman who always talked back with every sentence. Their first meeting was when she was twelve. But even back then she was not the least cute: a frail and sickly princess who proposed to the Devil King terms of bribery and negotiation at the tender age of twelve. Recalling the details of their unpleasant first encounter, Alec clicked his tongue. "...Come to think of it, historically there have been many members of the English royal family originating from fabricated claims of kinship, thus producing incompetent kings." A sudden change in conversation topic. There was a need to make this troublesome encounter into something slightly more constructive. "That's an affront to England's hero of the Red Dragon...^ Though I can understand what you are getting at. Disregarding the earlier half of his life, he became rather amazing in the latter half." The girl with the graceful manners but surprisingly sharp tongue began to launch into a speech. "The legendary King Arthur of England united Great Britain along with the Scots who were suffering from invasions from the Saxons and the Picts, defending them resolutely. He was the immortal hero who could slaughter a hundred enemies with a single swing from the magic sword Excalibur... Leading the Knights of the Round Table into battle, he obtained victory after victory." "However, being unaware of the immoral relationship between his wife and the trusted subordinate, he was responsible for the fatal wedge that drove apart the unity of his men." "Aware but feigning ignorance... This kind of explanation may work in fiction, but for a legendary monarch of war, it is nowhere sufficient. Likewise for the reason of the country's ruin, the result of suppression's failure." Alice smiled radiantly as she spoke with a satirical tone. "Exceptional as a warrior and a commander on the battlefield, but the absolute worst whether in terms of being a politician, king, or husband..." "I don't know why anyone would wish for such an inept person to revive. I definitely would not." Having said this, Alec continued. "However he became an authoritative hero in England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland... even France and other parts of Europe. A man that cannot be understood with common sense." "Yes, as befits the 'Once and Future King'." Alice was quoting from the famous work that stood as a symbol of the Arthurian legends. The tomb inscription recorded in Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur. HIC IACET ARTHURUS REX QUONDAM REXQUE FUTURUS — Here lies Arthur, king once, and king to be. It implied that the legendary king was not a ruler who would remain in the past. Awakening in the future world to descend as king once more. Yes, after being fatally injured at the Battle of Camlann, King Arthur sleeps on the fairy island of Avalon to heal his wounds, waiting for his time to reawaken! Hence he is the "Once and Future King." "...I remember now. About a year ago, was it? The two of us were investigating the legends of King Arthur as part of seeking the Holy Grail. What about it, are you doing that again?" Hmph. Alec sneered, declining to give an answer. It was still too early to disclose, and he needed to continue deceiving this woman a little while longer. "Oh my, what are you thinking now? Fine, I will accompany you for a while. Alexandre, you once said before, the truth of King Arthur's legend can only be uncovered by transcending history and literature." "Ah yes. From a historical perspective, it's not very accurate. As literature, it's a mess. Those are the traits of the legend." Alec slowly nodded at Alice's query. "First let's confirm the historical Arthur. This goes without saying, it's just a fictional character. However, there could very well exist an actual person who was the prototype." "Yes, if such a person really existed, then it must have been in England during the fifth or sixth century." Regarding specific details in this area, there were many people who knew even more than the Devil King and the White Miko-Hime. The answer could probably be obtained immediately from them. They were known in England as Arthurians, a group of King Arthur fanatics. Starting from the latter half of the sixth century, there was a sustained increase in the number of people named Arthur in Great Britain. As fame grew from outstanding people bearing the same name as the legendary character, popularity increased amongst the commoners and resulted in a rapid rise in children named in their honor. "However, even if a real person existed as the prototype for King Arthur, he definitely was not a king." "Britain at that time... was not an independent country. Still considered a province of the Roman Empire even though it was written off as abandoned frontier territory, calling oneself 'King' would not have been tolerated." For this reason, there were many who believe King Arthur's prototype to be a Roman general. In particular, figures bearing the name Artorius (which would be Arthur in English) were the strongest candidates. However, there are no historical documents recording English history at the time, hence a candidate could not be narrowed down. No matter what, Great Britain in the fifth and sixth centuries was in a state of political turmoil. Furthermore, the original inhabitants of England back then were the people referred to modernly as Celts. Modern Englishmen are the descendants of the Saxon invaders who drove the Celts out to flee to what were now modern Wales and Ireland. Besides, the ones who wished the most to acquire the prestige of King Arthur were the members of English royalty. Starting with the House of Plantagenet in the twelfth century, this tendency became more and more pronounced. Ever since the Norman conquest in the eleventh century, most members of the English royalty belonged to the clans of foreign invaders. Their justification for ruling England was to declare themselves the descendants of the "Once and Future King," fabricating family trees in the process. "However, in the end not a single location remains as evidence of the historical King Arthur. It would be more correct to consider the phenomenon of the fabricated legendary king as an achievement of literature." As the train shook and rattled on its way, Alec continued to 'chat.' He was merely speaking out loud as he organized the questions in his mind. The incident of the girl he met a few days ago came to mind. "Yes. In the tenth century's Chronicles of Cambria, King Arthur was just an ordinary general. However, by the time of 1135's Historia Regum Britanniae, he appeared as king instead, along with the wizard Merlin as well as becoming the owner of the magic sword Caliburnus." Alice's pupils shone with a mischievous luster. However, rather than the subject of conversation, her interest lay in interacting with Alec instead. "This Historia Regum Britanniae is exactly the origin of literature on King Arthur. After being translated and published in France, where many additional stories were added by court bards, it was imported back into England and republished..." "Thus the essential framework of the King Arthur legend was formed." The bards on the continent were also the ones who renamed the king's sword to Excalibur and added the characters of Queen Guinevere and the Knight of the Lake, Lancelot. The story of pulling out the sword in the stone to become king also originated there. "So with that, there are too many artificial changes to King Arthur's story, making it more creative fiction than anything else... Still, this man continued to exist as a hero in legend and was passed along the ages. In reality, he also clearly displays the attributes of the war gods of [Steel]. A completely incomprehensible existence!" Alec finally cut to the main point. "The 'Sword in the Stone' is a symbolic theme of the war god of the equestrian Scythian tribe. It was due to obtaining this that the young Arthur became king. Also, the scabbard of Excalibur carried the magical power of immortality." "Immortality on the battlefield. This is also a characteristic of [Steel]." God of the military, god of might, god of war, god of battle. Gods born to fight belonging to the category known as [Steel]. Their existences were metaphors for [Swords], and as living [Swords] never yielded to outsider enemies. "Well, let's put this topic aside for now. Ever since seeking the Holy Grail last time, I have been considering the problem of the hero's prototype. The one who set me along this path was no other but you." "Eh, me?" "Do you still remember? You once said that Lancelot of the Lake is [Steel]." Lancelot du Lac. Also recorded as Sir Lancelot or Launcelot, etc. He was King Arthur's dear friend and premier knight. Honored as the strongest of the Knights of the Round Table, he was a paragon of virtue. However, tainted by the crime of his adulterous relationship with King Arthur's wife, Queen Guinevere, he was unable to obtain the Holy Grail that only manifests before "pure knights." "The comrades appearing in the earliest Arthurian legends... Sir Kay, Sir Gawain, Sir Bedivere and others, all of them can be confirmed as being modeled on Celtic deities. The river god Kai, the battle god Gwalchmai, and the one-armed war god Bedwyr. However, Lancelot who first appeared in the twelfth century is still unidentified." Sitting before Alec who recounted fluently, Alice cast a curious glance to the side. After a long while, she appeared to have realized the key point. "There are also theories that suggest Lancelot's prototype is the Celtic deity Lugh the long-armed master of all arts.^ However, the truth of this claim is tenuous at best. Rather, it would be more convincing to say that Lancelot was created deliberately by bards as a lady-killer character to cater to noblewomen and their preference for romance." As a side note, Alice had been rather adamant in her declaration back then. Lancelot as a war god of [Steel]. "On the other hand, Lancelot's mother is the Lady of the Lake, who happens to be quite similar to Thetis who dipped her son the hero Achilles in the River Styx in Hades to give him an immortal body. A symbiotic relationship with a water-related goddess is also a characteristic of [Steel]." As [Steel], gods of living swords had deep roots with the water used for cooling freshly forged swords. "Conversely, Lancelot has no other characteristics other than this one as [Steel]." Alec showed a knowing smile as he continued his recollections. "If this was really the case, then he is simply a war god and there's no need to have a separate category of [Steel]." II II "However, I actually agree with you. Determining Lancelot as [Steel] is based on a certain report, the one that you Witans handed over to the British Library and had been collecting dust ever since. That thing was mixed in together with the other documents I stole." It was the report of a researcher who came to Greenwich to study for a semester and then moved on to Asia to undertake field studies. "Your mind remains sharp as ever, you fellow! Even though you are clearly a devil king!" Alice began to throw a tantrum. "Judging from your reaction, Lancelot must be equivalent to what witches — top level witches keep amongst themselves as a secretly communicated divinity?" "Fine, yes. You really are the worst, Alexandre. You've always been like this! Always setting verbal traps to make me reveal the truth to you! Using methods of deception makes you the worst kind of man completely failing as a gentleman! And not only failing as a gentleman, you are also devoid of chivalry!" "What's the point of saying all this? Just as you said, I am truly a Great Devil King." A satisfying victory. Alec gloated over his successful turn of the tables, but at the same time he wondered if it was a bit petty to have brooded over an opponent who was a girl four years his junior... "Ah. Really! So that is why you came to this island! Even though there might be some kind of unexpected occurrence, I believe it will surely be overcome!" "As I've already said before, you are too optimistic. You should always calculate beforehand the worst possible situation." "Mind your own business!" Not long after, the train they were riding had stopped. Carrying his baggage, Alec got off the train with Alice following him with a displeased expression. "Hey Alexandre. There is still quite the distance from here to the destination. Why don't you just use [Black Lightning] directly? In that case you can get there instantly, right? I think it's better to arrive earlier. I don't want to take the train any more..." "It is a good opportunity to train the endurance of a willful little lady like you. If you're complaining then don't come along." Replying with icy coldness, Alec began searching for the bus stop. It was true that he was able to use the authority of divine speed, but he could never use it casually: because activating that authority had many troublesome aspects... The quiet little town they had reached was Nuoro, a city located on the Italian island of Sardinia. Like the Greek-governed island of Crete, it too, faced the Mediterranean Sea. Reaching their destination Oliena would take a bumpy bus ride of several dozens of minutes. Part 4 The little town of Oliena was situated in the interior countryside of Sardinia. Although there were no particular tourist attractions, it was a beautifully scenic location. The scenery included quiet forests and vast farmland, with a sense of delight that could not be found in a bustling metropolis. Alec knew very well where he had to go. Walking briskly with no hesitation at all, with Alice's ectoplasm following behind, the two of them soon came before a little house. The exquisite house and garden revealed the owner's indifference to horticulture, for the yard was full of weeds. On the other hand, the flowerbeds were filled with all sorts of herbs and flowers. Overall, the entire compound gave off a suspicious atmosphere, as befitted the home of a witch. As Alec nodded to himself, the Princess behind him spoke: "Did you make an appointment? What if she's not at home..." "No problem. It was all arranged beforehand." "You haven't changed at all. Still paying attention to all the details." That's because compared to your sloppiness, everyone else is meticulous no matter who. Alec was just about to chatter away with his retort, but it looked like the lady of the house was coming out the door. "Finally, visitors to my home, if I am not mistaken. Otherwise, please accept my apologies. My name is Lucretia Zola. You two are — oh my, isn't this an old acquaintance?" The lazy-looking gaze belonged to an outstanding beauty in her prime, wearing a comfortable fluffy dress. Nevertheless, it was readily apparent that she possessed a sexy body. Lucretia Zola indeed. Called the Witch of Sardinia, she was one of the highest ranked witches. She seemed to be gazing with interest at her fellow witch friend. "It's been quite a while, Madam. Two years since we last met." "...Ah, time sure flies. You are still as rude as the little child back then. Or perhaps the status of a princess makes you too good for manners? Calling a young beauty like me something like 'Madam'..." "Calling someone 'Madam' is etiquette for expressing respect to elders." Alice and Lucretia chatted away affectionately. Truly, the connections between top witches since ancient times remain useful even in the present. As Alec nodded at his own deductions, Lucretia turned her gaze to him. "I don't really think your identity needs confirmation, but a greeting is due as a matter of courtesy. You are Alexandre Gascoigne — the Campione known as the Black Prince, yes?" "Indeed. It is my honor to meet you, Exalted Witch." "The pleasure is all mine. However, Prince, let me say something first." She showed no signs of fear or hostility in the face of a Campione. Alec felt impressed by her ability to maintain composure. The witch continued to speak calmly. "It can't be helped for young ones to become arrogant after becoming Campiones. However, to send a letter saying 'arriving tomorrow, hope to meet then' without even signing a name, don't you think it'd feel a bit suspicious to the receiver? It's not good for the heart, you know, and hopefully next time you invite me on a date you can act a bit more like a gentleman." The final mocking sentence — truly made the moniker 'Prince' weep. "It can't be helped, Madam. It's actually not arrogance since he treats all ladies poorly. Please don't take personal offense." It was Alice's turn to speak in complaining tones. "Really... So you didn't make a proper appointment after all. Alexandre, despite your appearance, you are really bad at dealing with women. Hearing your attempts at pleasantries is like listening to an awkward middle school student." "Mind your own business! Anyway, back to the subject at hand, Lucretia Zola, I have things to discuss with you!" Alec tried to cover up his embarrassment by raising his voice. He stared directly at the elderly — but still extremely beautiful witch. "Since you should be the authority in this area, I wanted to inquire no matter what, regarding the [Steel] war god Lancelot's connections with you witches." "Oh... If it's about that, I believe you can also choose to ask this Princess over here." Lucretia Zola spoke cheerfully as she alternated her gaze between Alec and Alice, as if comparing the two. "Looks like there are complicated factors at work. Well, fine. When I first heard of the Holy Grail-seeking Campione I already expected an inevitable day like this. If you don't mind, please enter my humble abode!" Alice followed Lucretia into her home, with Alec entering last. The door to the home of the witch closed automatically, the heavy wooden door shutting with great momentum. "Before we discuss the hero Lancelot, may I ask something first?" Lucretia asked when they reached the living room. Everyone was seated around the table with a serving of herbal tea each. "No problem. It is only fair to return the courtesy if you can answer our questions." "...Devil Kings really show a gentleman's magnanimity only at times like this. You're going to continue to become even more powerful, and turn into something like Marquis Voban." With a displeased expression, Alec ignored Alice's criticism. It would have been too tactless to say aloud "Don't compare me to that savage who only wears a veneer of intellect." Resolutely, he chose to ignore her instead. "Then I shall go ahead. Prince, why do you seek the Holy Grail?" The joking atmosphere was gone in an instant. Lucretia asked once again with a solemn expression. "Other than the fact that it is a container for incomparable magical power, no other extraordinary value has been identified for this sacred treasure. However, if such an item were to fall into your hands — as a Campione, Prince, surely you can predict the kind of chaos it will ignite... In the past, your obtaining of the counterfeit already stirred up that particular conflict." In the past four years, Alec had sought the Holy Grail twice. The first time was the second year after becoming a Campione. The Holy Grail obtained and hidden away by England's King John had manifested. After much fighting, the object of contention was determined to be a fake. The second time was last year. It was an adventure whose goal was the tomb of King Arthur and Avalon the land of the fairies discovered by ancient heretical monks. It was commonly believed that the Holy Grail also lay dormant there. In the end, it was determined that what the monks discovered was completely different from what was expected, and thus the search ended. "As a Campione, if you were to obtain the Grail's incomparably great magical power, a cataclysmic event that tears apart the heavens and the earth may arise. Or perhaps you may become the strongest warrior in history who can destroy [Heretic Gods] with ease. For the many people involved in magic that either fear or welcome such an event, a great commotion will likely result... So, what is the reason why you seek the Grail even at the risk of such turmoil? Pray tell me." "Nothing much, all I want is to investigate it." "...Huh?" Lucretia greatly doubted this simple answer. Wasn't I clear enough? "Simply stated, I just want to confirm what sort of thing it is. I want to discern its true nature with my own two eyes. If it is something useful I will keep it with me, otherwise I'd throw it away. I am well aware of the trouble it will cause to my surroundings, but oh well." Not unaware. Shrugging at these indifferent words, Alice offered her commentary: "Madam, Alexandre is a Campione after all. Even though I think he is too serious and petty in weird areas, he turns out to be rather arbitrary with his whims. The main point is, people with this kind of personality indulge themselves in their own little world, bringing trouble to others without a thought." "If he didn't have such obsessions, he would really look like the type of person who acts seriously." Lucretia clapped her hands together with a smack. "It feels strange to hear an unexpectedly honest answer. Yes indeed, though a little different from the norm, it is still expected of one from the lineages of the Campiones." "Can you shut up with the personality attacks?" A violent outburst. Cough cough. Alec made a series of deliberate coughs and continued. "Back to the subject of our request. Please tell me, what exactly is Lancelot of the Lake?" "No problem... However, you sure set your sights on a intriguing deity." A mischievous luster returned to Lucretia's eyes. Alec remained dead serious and shook his head. "That can't be all. It is something whose true identity is even more elusive than King Arthur. At least the hero Arthur was probably based on an actual general. On the other hand, Lancelot's true origins cannot be traced at all. There are far too few leads." Alec glared coldly at the beautiful faces of the two witches. "However, two witches have judged this unidentified hero to be a war god of [Steel]. One of them is this Princess and the other is you." "I must apologize. He has already read the report." "Report...? Ahah, that one." Lucretia nodded after a bit of thought. "Even though it was something rushed out madly before the deadline, that thing keeps bringing trouble." "It can't be helped. That level of research paper can only be read by Witens like the Diogenes Club. Even if they inadvertently wrote down knowledge meant to be transmitted orally, those people should not have leaked..." The Princess seemed to have turned away, feeling responsible for the leaking of secrets. Anyway, it was time to use this material for a counterattack. Just as Alec decided that, the Witch of Sardinia began to speak slowly. "Lancelot du Lac is the guardian deity of high ranking witches — like me who has reached the earthly pinnacle, or the Princess who has reached the heavenly pinnacle." ...Oh? — Alec exclaimed. "Having said that, the advantages offered are not that significant. Only to the level of bestowing one or two divine decrees when performing long rituals? If one of us witches had the disposition for theophany, then it might be possible to use the violent skill of divine possession." A symbiotic relationship between the adulterous hero deity and witches, the descendants of ancient miko. Alec was secretly overcome with excitement. This subject piqued his curiosity and was very interesting indeed. He must dig deeper. However, what if he was unable to pry anything more out of this witch's mouth... "A womanizing hero who only shows interest towards witches who have attained ultimate status between heaven and earth...? As for beings known as 'Divine Ancestors,' what kind of existence are they?" The term was finally uttered. It would be bad if the witches continued to beat around the bush. Fully prepared, Alec revealed his trump card. "Alexandre, are you trying to say that you met a Divine Ancestor somewhere?" "By chance a few days ago. There was someone who appeared before me, calling herself Guinevere. Know her?" The Princess' usual disapproving manner vanished. Hearing her serious reply, Alec secretly cheered in his heart. This sense of victory gave him much satisfaction. "Even the White Miko-Hime has never encountered a Divine Ancestor. Guinevere in particular, is considered an existence akin to a queen amongst the Divine Ancestors. She is a sacred demigoddess, having transcended human and female boundaries. She does not appear before others very much." Seeing the nostalgic expression on the elderly witch's face, Alec understood. There were no signs of trying to hide anything. In that case, he should ask upfront directly. "Lucretia Zola. What is the nature of your relationship with Guinevere?" "Fellow researchers in the past, I suppose... Back when that princess had just reincarnated, she made a suggestion to me once. — If you are interested in [Steel], would you like to search for the 'King who manifests at the end of eras' together? Guinevere invited me like that, so I accepted." "King who manifests at the end of eras?" "Madam, what on earth is this...?" The two young adults asked simultaneously. Alec's cellphone began to vibrate. Tsk. Ruining things at the perfect moment. Nevertheless, only a rare number of trusted subordinates knew this number of his. The LCD screen revealed the caller to be Sir Iceman. After brief deliberation, Alec apologized and took the call. 'What's wrong with you, man? It seems like you simply love mystery and adventure, including the accompanying danger and peril. This time I can't help feeling that, Alec' "What do you mean by that, and where are you now?" 'Not too long ago, I had just arrived at port Cagliari on the island of Sardinia. After taking a ship all the way from Crete, I received a report from the Cornwall headquarters as soon as I arrived.' "Report? Is it a report expressly addressed to me as the commander-in-chief?" 'Yes. A most urgent report. An hour ago, a [Heretic God] manifested in the coastal waters of Sardinia and has started moving towards the east coast of the island. It looks like it will be landing soon.' Sir Iceman's tone of voice became even more depressed. If this continued, a situation of fighting two gods within a week could develop after all. Part 5 Getting results from the conversation with Lucretia was originally the first priority. However, news of a [Heretic God] appearing could not be ignored. First Crete and now Sardinia. Heretic Gods had been appearing one after another at every place Alec visited as a Campione. The first could be shrugged off as coincidence, but not when it happened a second time. Alexandre Gascoigne was not an optimist. No matter what, he had to confirm the details with his own two eyes. Alec activated the authority of [Black Lightning]. Those fellows at the Witenagemot were the ones who named this authority. Alec did not bother to decide on a particular name himself. This was the authority usurped from Ramiel, the fallen angel of visions and lightning. God speed — the power to enter a supernatural realm of acceleration. At the same time, it conferred to the body a kind of agile feline athleticism. However, so-called "god speed" came with many troublesome aspects. In the beginning, he was unable to touch things that were moving at normal speeds until he grew accustomed to the speed. To others it looked too slow while Alec was too fast. Moreover, it strained the mind and the body. After entering the realm of god speed for five minutes or so, his body would start making violent creaking noises. Due to the massive difference in time flow compared to the world of normal speed, processing this disparity caused the brain to give off a terrible ringing. If he continued for yet another twenty minutes before deactivating the authority, the unpleasant aftereffects would be a thousand times worse than the initial symptoms of time disparity. There were also times when god speed was overused, making it impossible to return to normal for what felt like three days' worth of time. The whole experience was really similar to the story of Rip Van Winkle.^ Even though it was an extraordinarily powerful ability, there were too many troublesome side effects. However, two years after he usurped the authority of god speed, Alec finally discovered a new way to make use of his power. Sustained use of god speed caused all sorts of troublesome strain on the human body. In that case, might as well turn the body into one that was suitable to the true nature of lightning speed — Campiones often made effective use of their authorities by altering the form of their body. This was called manifesting an [Avatar]. In order to use god speed fully without suffering from the strain, Alec became thunder itself — taking on an avatar of lightning. Turning into lightning, Alec flew towards the sky. This avatar dissociated the human body, transforming it into plasma. Turning into this form completely eliminated the god speed's burden on the mind and body, allowing him to fly without reservation. That is right, not running along the ground on legs as normal, but flying in the sky. — Well, the avatar of lightning also had its weakness. In fact, it was quite a fatal one... Nevertheless, it was currently the form most suited to long distance travel. Using god speed (or perhaps more aptly, lightning speed), Alec flew immediately to Orosei Bay on Sardinia's east coast, moving due east from Lucretia's home inland to reach the shore. Appearing before his eyes was a beautiful beach. Every May, the tourists flocking to frolic in the summer sea must have made quite a bustling crowd. However, what occupied this place was currently — Alec stared at the massive creature before him and snorted "hmph." Walking from the shallows of the sea towards the beach without slowing down at all, it was going to land soon. Body size... roughly 50m or so. With a shocking gigantic body and bulging muscles all over, it was the form of a strong and well-built male. However, above the neck it had a [Bull]'s head. A bull-headed human-bodied [Heretic God]. It was the god Minos that Alec had just fought previously. "...This seems to be quite interesting." Making a comment, Alec released his body of lightning and returned to human. "Oooh... This appearance... I recognize it! No mistake, the appearance of an ancient warrior!" Standing tall, it boomed with a loud voice from far above the beach. The call of Minos. Hoh, Alec smiled sardonically. "We gods and ye god-slayers — the two sides commonly exchanging nothing but swords, spears, arrows and blades! However, thou shalt hear my declaration first!" It's coming, what will be said next? Let's have a guess, right... Something like: Mine appellation be Minos, God who ruleth over ancient Crete as the great king of the land. "Mine appellation be Minos, God who ruleth over ancient Crete as the great king of the land." A correct guess, how boring. Alec's smile was infused with greater and greater mockery. "God-slayer! I, king of the land, declare war upon thee! We gods ruling the heavens, the oceans and the great land, and ye devil kings of taboo, are absolutely irreconcilable mortal enemies! Come, as determined by ancient Fate, it is time for us to duel!" What was with this Minos? Those were the same words uttered before battle by the bull-headed god that Alec faced a few days ago. With only minor differences in content, was this an illusion that imitated that god's appearance and behavior? No, as a Campione, Alec's entire body and mind were full of fighting spirit and power, having entered a state of battle. This was the state when facing a Heretic God. "This shouldn't be an illusion..." Alec muttered as he sneered. "However, it doesn't make sense for that god to revive. If that fellow really did resurrect, then more impressive skills should be displayed. What of it?" Faced with the incomprehensible giant god, Alec was full of curiosity. The desire to clear up this mystery heightened. This unexpected farce lit up his battle desire and his heart burned with hostility towards the god. As a result, a change came over Alec's body. Mastery — he had now mastered the authority usurped from the bull-headed god he defeated not so long ago. A great sense of satisfaction flowed from within. If this thing was an incomprehensible existence, then forget about everything else and subdue it first before investigating. That was the fastest and most direct way! "Nothing is stronger than the great bull dwelling in my heart. Death goes to that which carries false appearances... Very well, I will go all out to reveal your true form." As the corner of his lips rose to reveal a calm and clear smile, the Black Prince activated his third authority. "Wind that sings of fascination, night which devours the light, all travelers, helpless in the perilous journey, accompanied by heavy sorrow, abandon all hope!" Spell words flew out from his mouth. Alec immediately kicked the heel of his leather shoe hard against the beach. "Fu, ooooooooooooooooooh!?" "Hahahahahaha! Last time I was dragged by Minos into a labyrinth, but this time the tables have turned. I invite you into my labyrinth. Enjoy it carefully!" The god that greatly resembled Minos, but was not Minos, roared in shock. The gigantic bull-headed god that had just landed on the beach was now sinking down into the ground. The beach it was standing on had suddenly turned into a viscous mass like a bottomless bog. The bull-headed giant was sunk down to its knees, then its waist, its muscular chest, its thick arms, and finally its majestic head of a bull. All sank into the ground. Completely submerged. Witnessing the scene unfold, Alec's own body also sank into the viscous ground. — This was the power later dubbed [The Labyrinth] by Princess Alice. A subterranean river was reconstructed into the interior of an underground building, creating a massive maze to trap the enemy. However, this was a divine power of creation that applied a threatening pressure on the enemy according to the user's intellectual level. This was the authority Black Prince Alec usurped from Minos, the god of the land and the labyrinth. Using this new authority, Alec created a massive labyrinth from the land. The passage was tiled with square stones and quite spacious. Its height around 10m or so and width around 7-8m, the construction of the passage was rather roomy. This passage extended in all directions like a spider's web, forming an intricate and complicated maze. As its creator, Alec had a complete grasp of the labyrinth's structure and layout. Including his own current location, the enemy's position, as well as everyone caught inside the maze. It was like looking down at the ground from far above in the sky. "My impression of this labyrinth... is pretty much the same as the one I unintentionally sneaked into recently." Alec shrugged as he walked underground. It was true, this place did in fact have the same structure as the labyrinth created by the god Minos on the island of Crete. Perhaps it was because the battle from a few days ago left behind such a strong impression. Without associating the impressions of that labyrinth, it should be possible to alter the structure to other forms... that was the feeling Alec had. This should be tested out in the future. Though a firm grasp had been obtained, new authorities often had many uncertainties. Often it required combat experience during first use to truly understand them. (In the few months after becoming a Campione, Alec gained a true and thorough understanding that "training" to master an authority was completely meaningless. No amount of time spent training could compare to experience. It could very well be true that one day of actual combat yielded better returns in understanding than even a full year of training. Perhaps the presence of tension was the reason.) "So that [Bull] is now... over there. Hmph, still moving after all." Alec had a firm grasp of his foe's position. It had fallen into a different place, a dead end 200m northeast from his current position. However, it suddenly began to move. Completely ignoring the complicated passages of the labyrinth, it was heading straight towards Alec. And extremely rapidly too. The battle against Minos last time was the same. Previously, that bull-headed god ascertained Alec's position through smell, and — "There thou art, god-slayer! With my two horns I shall cut thee to pieces!" With the sound of dynamite exploding, the walls of the labyrinth were being crushed and blown apart. Collapsing stone turned into dust, filling the air with flying debris. From behind this smokescreen charged the bull-headed god. Its body was no longer as gigantic as when it was on the beach. Probably about a tenth in size now with a height of 5m or so. It was a body size chosen to move easily inside the labyrinth. However, even shrunken in size, the [Bull] — the might of a god of the land was still exceptionally frightening. "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARR!!!" With the sound of roaring, the bull-headed god charged at Alec. So fast! That speed likely reached 300km/h, and was attained instantly. As befitted a god, this explosive power was beyond common sense. However, Alec was able to dodge this sudden charge. "— Hmm!?" The bull-headed god groaned with surprise. However, it did not slow down and crashed violently into the wall behind Alec. CRAAAAAAAAAAASH ! ! Crash. The labyrinth's walls were simply pulverized and scattered by the bull-headed god's collision. A majestic divinity of the great land. Its power, tenacity and penetrative power must be outstanding even amongst gods. These kinds of walls must be like paper to it. This must be how it crashed through walls repeatedly, opening a straight path to charge forward. Yes, it was exactly the same as what the god Minos did on the island of Crete. "Hmph... Couldst thou be — " The bull-headed god seemed to be muttering in doubt. Discerning the opponent's weapon from a single glance? Again it was exactly the same as the Minos from that time. Nodding, Alec moved his body as the bull-headed giant crashed towards him at super high speed once again. With this kind of speed, even a martial arts master would likely find it difficult to evade. But to Alec, dodging this kind of impact was a piece of cake. Using the same principle as before, Alec performed evasive maneuvers. Currently, he was only using half of god speed. In this state, the world around felt extremely slow to Alec. It was like the fast forward and slow playback functions on videos. Even if the bull-headed god used frightening speed it looked like a tortoise's crawl. Easily seen with clarity. Slowly approaching. Until impact was imminent in 5cm, 2cm, 10mm, 5mm, 1mm... At that instant, Alec raised god speed to the max. Dodging with the speed of lightning with a stride towards the side. However, it was only a 10cm sidestep and god speed was reduced to half immediately afterwards. (From an observer's point of view, it would have looked like he was squashed to the side as a result of being struck.) Maintaining god speed all the time caused a heavy strain on the mind and the body. For a human body, precise movements were the most appropriate. This was the wisdom Alec gained after experiencing many battles. "Truly the footsteps of god speed! The god-slaying warrior akin to thunderous lightning!" The bull-headed god began to transform. From a bull-headed giant into a humongous bull — ! Like a small hill, the massive body like an elephant gave a sense of overwhelming strength. "Hmph, as expected. This method — it is enough to use the same trick as against Minos." Alec sneered and used god speed once again. Running. With supernatural speed, he began to traverse the complex passages of the labyrinth. Just as his enemy described, he was the warrior akin to lightning, distancing himself greatly in an instant. However, clearly this was not his full speed. The maximum was lightning speed, but this was only around fifty percent. Even so, this was fast enough. However, the gigantic ferocious bull was also catching up with unnatural speed! So fast! Clocking 300... 400... 500km/h, the ferocious bull was accelerating ever more furiously. Alec finally went full speed ahead, reaching the maximum in an instant, attaining complete god speed. However, the ferocious bull had also reached god speed! Following immediately behind! Furthermore, it was carrying overwhelming momentum. Alec twisted left and right along the complicated passages of the maze, even jumping down platforms occasionally. However, the pursuing god in the form of a ferocious bull smashed through the walls of the labyrinth, charging in a straight line. If this continued, it was obvious which side was going to cover more ground in the long run. Alec running away, or the charging bull? — The charging bull had a pair of thick sharp horns on its head that rivaled the sharpness of swords and spears. These weapons were fast approaching, intent on accomplishing the goal of piercing holes into Alec's slender body. "Thunder, descend!" Alec chanted the brief spell words. Releasing the human body, he turned into thunder — the avatar of lightning. Abandoning his material body to become a mass of electrified plasma, the Black Prince charged at those horns of the ferocious bull that resembled battering rams of pirate ships. Naturally, it was futile to attempt the piercing of intangible lightning. Conversely, the lightning offered resistance. The ferocious bull's gigantic body was bathed in electricity, giving off loud scorching noises. "Oohohohoh!! God-slayer!" The ferocious bull god groaned briefly. Its violent charge did not stop completely, continuing to target Alec despite his lightning form. This level of electrical attack was clearly not enough to produce a critical hit. — Right. Alec nodded secretly to himself. The avatar of lightning had not been effective against god Minos either. His electrical attack did not produce enough effect, and the enemy had instantly discerned the weakness of this avatar. "However, I have seen through it, how to conquer thy impenetrable fortress of lightning. In that case, it shall fall!" Ahah, as expected. Even the dialogue was identical to that time. Alec's lips naturally distorted themselves into a mocking smile. At the same time, the ferocious bull god slowed down, returning to normal from god speed. Its distance from Alec instantly increased, but that was not because it had given up the chase. It was the opposite. "OOOOOOOLAAAAAAN N N N N N ! !" The ferocious bull god suddenly yelled out. It was a terrifying roar that was reminiscent of thunder. It was also a form of spell words. Sacred words for neutralizing spells and releasing a god-slayer's authority. Turning into lightning eliminated the burden of god speed, allowed electric strikes, and evaded physical attacks thanks to abandoning the material body. However, if dispelled, it becomes extremely fragile... If countered by a god or a Campione's spells, the lightning avatar could easily be dispelled. Perhaps if several magi of Alice or Lucretia Zola's caliber were to gather together for an attempt, even human magi might be able to disrupt it. Alec's body of plasma returned to human form. If this had happened while he was flying in midair, the result would have shared the same fate as Icarus with his melted wings. Luckily this was not going to happen this time. In the last battle with god Minos, this point in battle resulted in a desperate crisis. "Hoh, thou hast seen through my counter, what a man with sharp eyes." "...Of course, because this is the second battle." Alec muttered in response to the ferocious bull god's praise. The true identity of the foe before him was still unclear. So far, its manner of movement, strength and speed were completely identical to the god Minos at Crete. Let's verify in a little while — "Those who walk past my gravestone, whoever steps upon my shadow, I know each and every one of you!" Alec quietly chanted the spell words that naturally surfaced in his mind. The authority he had mastered not too long ago — the power usurped from Minos, will be used to discern this fellow's secrets. Clearing his mind, he recalled the structure of the labyrinth. The overlooking view from above surfaced in his mind. Yes, this is my domain. Any destination could be reached without walking, requiring only thought. In the next instant, Alec's body sunk into the ground as thought. "Sorry, I am the Master of the Maze. Let me try a little trick. If you want to fight me then you must catch up to me. Fake Minos!" These words were left behind. The labyrinth actually had ninety-eight levels. Its structure was extremely vast. Just now, Alec and the god were located on the seventeenth level counting from the top. Reaching the bottom would mean traversing eighty-one levels. So, how will the unidentified ferocious bull pursue? It was a massive circular space with a diameter of 10km. Alec was now standing in the deepest level of the vast labyrinth. Bare ground. Massive space. Located in the center were the altar and throne for worshiping the bull-headed god. These were all familiar sights from last time. The final battlefield where the defeat of god Minos had occurred. Crash! Crash! Crash! Strange crashing noises echoed in the quiet holy sanctum. Alec looked up to the ceiling, which began to show minor cracks. Pieces of stone clattered as they fell. Finally, the cracked portion became a great opening. The bull-headed human-bodied giant god jumped down from the opening. It landed with a great slam. Its height had returned to 30m. This powerful monster had used its gigantic fists to smash the labyrinth's floors, one level at a time, eschewing the use of stairs to descend directly. It must have decided that coming straight down like this was faster than searching for stairs on every level. "To think you finally caught up, Fake." Alec grumbled as he looked up at the familiar figure of his foe. "Even though it's an amazing power, your imitation really kills the mood. If you have the ability to copy another god's powers and appearance, make yourself better-looking for goodness' sake. Ugliness should have limits." "Warrior of lightning, dost thou intend to insult the divine esteem of I, the mighty king?" From above came a solemn voice. However, Alec responded sardonically. "I don't know what game you're playing, but ultimately you are just a well-made counterfeit of a god. Very likely you have recreated the illusion of thirty or forty percent of the original divinity's power." "...I as an illusion? What nonsense dost thou speak, god-slayer?" The bull-headed god looked perplexed as it spoke. Apparently, it had no awareness of being a fake. "Indeed, an illusion. If I had to put a finger on it, there is the fact that you have no soul. You don't have the heart of savagery shared by [Heretic Gods] as heralds of disaster. That is why you are so shamefully weak." The bull-headed god approached step by step. Alec coldly gazed up at its solemn face, speaking in a calm tone of voice. "The strength of gods is proportional to the steadfastness of their ego. Compared to the type of abilities or weapons they possess, obstinacy and intense desire are far more important factors in their power. Without this layer of meaning, there is nothing special about you." Fake Minos' giant body was threatening and full of tension. It seemed to have reproduced with great fidelity the [Bull]'s strength and charging ability from that divinity. However, it completely lacked the divine power of the [Master of the Maze], one which Alec considered far more troublesome. That explained why it only made use of strength to resist. Alec looked with despise at the bull-headed god's face high above him. "At this level, you can't even compare with a heretic god's subordinate deity. What a boring fake. Well, at least it could be said that fake gods have the value of being rare!" Will it work? Alec asserted with determination. He had enough of training and it was now time to use this power of the fake bull god properly. 'If you have any objections, then just try smashing my body to smithereens!" "Fine. Smashing thy intricate creation seemeth a pity. But there is no other way to fully display the great power of I — king of the land!" " U RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAALLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH H H H H H H H H H H H H h Minos suddenly — rather, Fake Minos suddenly roared loudly. Of course, this was in order to use spell words of divine power. Fake Minos gathered together the spiritual essence of the earth and filled the underground space. This terrifying presence, must have gathered power of the earth not only from the confines of the underground cavern but also the entire coastal area. Then Fake Minos clenched its fist and swung violently. Crack! The violent impact struck the floor of the labyrinth's deepest level. Immediately, the entire underground labyrinth shook intensely despite its vastness. CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!! From the point of impact on the floor, cracks were gradually radiating out. The surface was littered with patterns reminiscent of spiderwebs and the cracks stretched all the way into the depths of the vast empty space. The cracks even reached up the walls, covering them with numerous crevices. Fake Minos roared once more, continuing to strike at the floor. Rocks from the ceiling of the hollow space shattered noisily and fell down. As Master of the Maze, Alec already knew that all ninety-eight levels were collapsing. "Fuhahahahahaha! God-slayer, 'tis apparent that thou canst move like a shadow within this labyrinth! But thy palace is about to collapse! — U RRRRRRRRAAAAAAALLLAAAAAAAAAH H H H H H H ! ! " Roaring once again, it continued to strike the ground. Obviously, the shaking and destruction of the labyrinth became even more severe. Of course this could not be limited to physical impact. As a violent god of the great earth, some kind of powerful destructive authority must have been used. However, Alec was laughing from the bottom of his heart. This was perfect. During the time it took this thing to reach the deepest level of the labyrinth, Alec had already completed the most time-consuming [Summon]. All that remained was to wait for the signal of revenge! "Hear me, daughters of the endless night, daughters of the earth and shadow." These spell words formed the hymn offering sacrifice to the goddesses of vengeance. Guarding Alec, the infernal goddesses' black wings deflected all the stones and rocks falling from above, preventing every one of them from approaching his body. "Fighting evil with evil, repaying crime with crime, shedding blood for blood, knocking out a tooth for a tooth, thus vengeance begins. By the blood of the slain mother, tragic death denies all future attempts at filial piety!!" Standing on the violently shaking ground where crevices continued to appear, Alec did not lose his balance. The three concealed infernal goddesses manifested from behind, holding the Black Prince in their arms, pulling him up into the air. On the heads of the three beautiful infernal goddesses, each individual strand of hair was a snake. Raven-black wings sprouted from their backs. "Megaera the demon, Tisiphone the avenger, Alecto the relentless, retrieve the curse and execute vengeance!" Responding to the completed spell words, vicious countenances appeared on the three infernal goddesses. These were the Erinyes, the three goddesses of vengeance in Greek mythology — Alec had activated his second authority, previously usurped from their defeat. [Judging Furies]. Named as such by the Witenagemot, this authority returned to the perpetrator all destruction, attacks, impacts, and curses performed before the three infernal goddesses. In this case, all destruction wrought by Fake Minos upon the giant maze was reflected back onto it. "Gun — GAAAAAAAAAALHAAAAAAAGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAA!!" The giant bull-headed god's movements suddenly stopped, overcome with pain. Struck. The majestic bull's head, the muscular chest, the sturdy abs, the broad and solid back. All parts of the body were being struck. Assaulted violently in a frenzy! Fake Minos' gigantic body shuddered violently with every impact and was blown away. Struck by a giant invisible fist. These were all the punches performed by Fake Minos — the attacks that channeled the energy of the great land into destructive power to cause the labyrinth's collapse. "Then the end draws near..." Alec commented as he watched the battered Fake Minos. A Campione's warrior instinct told him that his enemy had met its fate. The incident had drawn to a close. Alec once again turned himself into the intangible avatar of lightning. He began to exit the collapsed labyrinth and flew towards the surface of the ground. Part 6 Alec flew into the sky in the form of lightning. A massive depression in the ground had formed at Orosei Bay in Sardinia. It was like the appearance of a crater. This change in the foundation of the land was due to the destruction of the underground labyrinth along with Minos. Nodding in approval at his own victory, Alec surveyed the surroundings beneath him. In a situation like this, she could not possibly have kept still obediently. Surely she must have come running — there! Discovering the figure of the girl he sought, Alec flew towards her with lightning speed. Landing on a little hill, he released the avatar. Recovering a human's body, he immediately ran over to Princess Alice. As a spirit body, she was also able to fly at high speeds comparable to Alec's. "You came as expected. Could it be that you couldn't bear killing time in a relaxed manner?" "Of course. What does it matter anyway? I've long wanted to investigate you properly." The Princess put on airs and turned her face in response to his question. She seemed to be harboring a grudge for being left behind just now. Hmph, Alec smiled in satisfaction over his little victory. "Alexandre, I think you should slightly correct your discourteous tongue and eccentric character. It's really quite rude to ladies!" Alice spoke in anger as she waved her slender hand, her skin as white as snow. Accompanying this motion was the appearance of particles of light, glittering as they flew into the sky. They stopped rising after reaching a certain height. — There eh? A dash of savagery crept into Alec's smile. The White Miko-Hime Princess Alice had several special spirit powers at her disposal. Her most representative abilities were spirit body separation and psychic sensing. Using the latter ability allowed the Princess to read minds approximately. If she extended the probing of her sensing, she could most likely read the minds of everyone in the area. Of course, this was not indiscriminate. For example, it was impossible to read Alec's or a magi of Lucretia Zola's caliber. Nevertheless, even if she could not read their minds, it still allowed her to sense their positions. "Glory of all creation, turn into power and be displayed! Seize the key to wisdom of the past as a woman!" At the position indicated by the Princess' light, Alec applied counter magic. This was special magic for dispelling specific spell domains. For example, fire-type counter magic can be used to neutralize water-type spells. Currently, Alec was using counter magic targeted towards witchcraft. "Hohohoho, as expected of the Prince. You saw through it all." A beautiful young blonde suddenly appeared in the air. Wearing a white summer dress, she was smiling as sweet as the most exquisite of confectionery. This was the [Divine Ancestor] who called herself Guinevere last time. She had been hiding herself using the witchcraft of [Concealment]. "Hmph, to go so far as to summon a fake god. There should be limits to mischief, whether from [Heretic Gods], Campiones or you, who've been leaving suspicious trails everywhere lately. So how many of the recent events are of your doing?" Alec looked up to the hovering witch as he mocked sarcastically. "However, I can't imagine what sort of trick created a fake god. To be able to approach the authority of gods and Campiones, it looks like Divine Ancestors are not a group to be overlooked. I seem to have underestimated you." "No, even standing at the pinnacle of witches, I, Guinevere cannot do this using my own magic." Maintaining her smile, the witch in the form of a young girl descended to the ground. "How was it done? I will tell you in a little while." "Oh? That's very generous of you." "No, Prince — thanks to the assistance Your Highness has provided, it is only right to return the courtesy. As for that miko over there — hohoho, what a girl with a bright future. If you wish, I, Guinevere, welcome you to my side with open embrace." Wearing a pure white dress, Guinevere turned her gaze towards Alice. "Prince, come with me, Guinevere, and let us set off together in search for this King who manifests at the end of eras.' This is the sleeping King of the End, the most mysterious of the gods of [Steel]. Finding that king is an arduous and perilous journey. Nevertheless, let us set forth together." "What about Lucretia Zola? Didn't you go searching with her in the past?" King who manifests at the end of eras. It was a greatly fascinating title, but Alec maintained his rationality and pointed out his doubt. "That child is no good. While we were wandering together in search for clues, that child disobeyed the will of Guinevere." "...Will?" "Yes, she believed that the last — the strongest [Steel] should not be revived, because it would surely bring about the end of this era of humans." The last of this era. End. Only dangerous terms were being tossed around. Without the full picture, it was impossible to imagine. Alec shrugged, bringing up what he believed to be the crux of the matter. "This King who manifests at the end of eras... Does it refer to King Arthur? With the inscription 'Once and Future King' on his tomb, will that hero awaken from eternal slumber, to save the world or destroy it?" "Hohoho, as expected of the Prince, truly clever." "That is what came to mind once during my search for the Holy Grail in the past few years." For the first time, Alec revealed the speculation buried in his heart. "Between the eleventh and fourteenth centuries in medieval Europe, there existed individuals who worked secretly to popularize myths that regarded King Arthur as a god... Their core consisted of you ladies, daughters of the earth mother goddess' miko of the ancient world." Alec glared sharply at Guinevere and Alice as he spoke. "It is unknown whether they acted independently or in concert. However, the Knights Templar, its parent organization the Priory of Sion^, as well as the Order of Cistercians'- * should have interfered greatly in the formation of this myth... How's that, to what extent is my speculation correct?" "Well well, what should we do?" Guinevere responded casually with an innocent smile. "After all, I, Guinevere, was only reborn less than a hundred years ago. It's hard to be sure of things that happened before I was born." An adorable smile along with a glamorous melodious voice. Alec went "hmph" with despise. What an impossible fellow to interrogate. But thanks to the ill-fated encounters with that Princess over there, he found it easier to guess what she was thinking. "My wish is to revive the 'King of the End.' For this goal, I will put forth all my effort, wealth, and yes, even the Magic Holy Grail." "What?" "Prince, the fake god Minos you encountered... Was an illusion of Guinevere's doing, born from the blessing of the Holy Grail. I had chanced upon Your Highness' earlier battle and used it for reference!" Light shone from behind Guinevere. At some point in time, a vessel slightly taller than the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl had appeared. Shaped like a cup or an urn, the vessel was shining brilliantly. Furthermore, it was infused with an astounding amount of magical power. From the rim of the vessel's opening, how could such an enormous amount of magical power be flowing out continuously? This magical power surpassed Campiones like Alec as well as human magi by far. Furthermore, the vessel was releasing what was equivalent to the total magical power of several dozens of Campiones. If just the overflowing magical power was this much, what amazing power must lie within... "Alexandre, that is the Magic Holy Grail... The Graal of legend." "I don't need you to tell me that! What else could that astounding object be!?" Alice shouted out excitedly, having confirmed with spirit vision, while Alec responded gruffly. The holy relic had suddenly appeared before the two of them. However, it vanished as abruptly as it had appeared. As the bright light disappeared, only the young Divine Ancestor remained. "Hohohoho. Prince — Alec-sama, if Your Highness will assist me, Guinevere, then the sacred treasure just now can be yours." What? Alec stared in astonishment. "As mentioned already, I, Guinevere, am not a woman who hoards treasure like a miser. Even if it is the famous Holy Grail, I will gladly offer it with both hands for the sake of finding the King of the End. — We distant descendants of the miko! You too, must do the same as Alec-sama, you must accept the wish of the queen of witches no matter what!" The Holy Grail had vanished, as commanded by the Divine Ancestor — With that, so did the sense of excitement. Princess Alice sighed as a result. "It is puzzling how I should properly address my senior who looks younger than me... Madam, do you have any idea of Alexandre's personality?" The Princess answered coldly with a sigh. As his rival bound by ill fate, she understood him very well. "This eccentric mister here loves to play devil's advocate and act in opposition. He will never agree no matter how serious you are if you look at him with eyes of superiority that says 'you can have the gift you desire but in return you must obey.' Instead, it's going to cause him to resist without hesitation. At times like this, he most likely would say — " '"If I already know who possesses it, why would I need to listen to your demands?'" Alec responded before Alice could quote him. "You think I will kneel down and beg? What a joke. I never hesitate for even a moment towards treasure I desire. Because all that remains is to take it from the hands of the original owner!" Alec mocked with instigating tones. Alice commented from the side, saying "Oh well, that's the way it is." If the current Grail possessor was a powerless or innocent commoner, Alec might have hesitated and backed off due to various reasons, but that was only a special case. Hmph, that kind of situation was the only exception, hurry up and forget about it! Alec cursed quietly to himself as he drew near the Divine Ancestor. "I never expected the owner of the secret treasure to appear so nonchalantly... I should express my gratitude first. Thanks to you, I can finally fulfill my long time wish!" He activated god speed at fifty percent. Sparks flowed noisily all over his body. Now he could accelerate at will. "So there is no more room for negotiations? What a shame. With outstanding wisdom and rationality that trumps wild instinct, listen well, you rare terrifying god-slayer. I, Guinevere, have been waiting... Or perhaps I need to seek out new situations." Sigh. Guinevere sighed once. "As a Campione, illegitimate child of the courageous fool, you are truly like an indomitable poisonous dragon. Looks like there are no exceptions." "I don't know about the other fellows, but bowing down is impossible for me!" So, it was now imperative to capture this annoying Divine Ancestor before considering anything else. Clearly just a young girl in appearance, there was no cause for apprehension. Just tie her up using the authorities on hand, take the Holy Grail and extract any other useful information. Well, nothing particularly violent or savage was planned in the first place anyway... Just as Alec pondered like that. "Hear my summons and come forth, Sir Knight. Please protect Guinevere." This time, dense mist burst forth from behind her. It was the kind of thick fog that completely pervaded lake shores on mornings, with visibility less than 10m. Then Alec saw it. A knight in white armor came forth from the depths of the dense mist! A knight riding astride a beautiful white steed. The visor of the helmet was down and obscuring the face. Wielding a barbed cavalry lance. A knight on a white horse — ? Just as Alec frowned, the knight had already arrived before him somehow. What was with this speed!? Alec activated god speed completely. The surroundings began to slow down while he accelerated alone. Normally, Alec was the only one who moved freely in this accelerated world. However, the knight mounted on the white horse made thrusts with the lance, performing a series of splendid attacks. Looking like the frame-by-frame replay of a DVD, the tip of the lance extended towards Alec as if about to pierce him right through. This was a martial arts secret technique for countering god speed! Even Paolo Blandelli and Sir Iceman had been unable to execute this knightly secret art with perfection. It was the ability to use the mind's eye to discern god speed and capture it using the shortest trajectory. — Dodge it! Alec jumped far back to avoid the deadly weapon of steel. During this time, Guinevere's young and tiny body was lifted onto the saddle. However, the knight did not seem intent on pursuing. Was protecting Guinevere the first priority? Understanding the knight's intentions, Alec shut down god speed. His heart as a Campione was full of fighting spirit, and his body was filled with battle power. — Without a doubt, this fellow is a god. "Probably should keep this a secret from Iceman? Hard to believe, I fought gods three times within a single week!" Just as Alec sighed softly to himself, Guinevere's voice could be heard. "That was a great help, My Knight. Would you stay on guard by Guinevere's side from now on, please?" The young girl leaned against the chest of the white armor, pleading as if being spoiled. Watching this scene unfold, Princess Alice spoke alarming words. "That's... Lancelot of the Lake — Lancelot du Lac!" Softly whispering the god's name. It was a divine oracle from spirit vision. Trembling, Alec turned to face Guinevere who was smiling adorably. "I apologize if you took offense today, Black Prince. It is most regrettable that Your Highness will not become my ally. On the other hand, we have a long road ahead of us as enemies!" "That is your wish? Or is it something you know through spirit vision?" "Who knows? I've never mulled over it. However, I, Guinevere, am the most legitimate Divine Ancestor. My premonitions are quite accurate. — So, until next time!" The white knight Lancelot and Guinevere rode the white steed, flying into the sky. It was like galloping on open plains of grassland. As the hooves of the horse kicked at the air, the white steed galloped majestically across the sky. Lancelot du Lac did not utter a single word the entire time. As Alec watched their figure recede into the distance, he wondered if he should chase them in the form of lightning. In the end, he abandoned the notion because his life would be in peril if the avatar of thunder was dispelled in midair. "The reason why I assisted Guinevere? Very simple, I was expecting something to happen on that particular day, when the 'King who manifests at the end of eras' appears." After that, Alec and Alice had returned to Lucretia Zola's home. The Witch of Sardinia replied simply to the sudden question of her junior, Princess Alice. "...Really, will there be an actual end of the world?" "Yes. There is surprisingly little evidence that can disprove such a prediction. I definitely don't consider it a fool's delusion." Lucretia nodded at Alice's comment. I see, indeed it is so. Alec was beginning to understand. If a god of fire arrived, the surrounding territory will be engulfed by flames. If a god of darkness descended, the area will be enveloped by eternal night. The manifestation of [Heretic Gods] always followed this kind of principle. Hypothetically, if this god that appears at the end of eras surfaced — It could very well be the beginning of an apocalypse. Even though incredibly ridiculous, it was a persuasive notion. "After finding out something like that, I gave up my long time search. At the end of the day, it is impossible to maintain indifference towards the destruction of the world. I am not slow or insensitive, after all... Unlike you Campiones." "— What's that supposed to mean!?" Lucretia smiled knowingly in response to Alec's anger while Alice shrugged. However, after saying the joking first sentence, Lucretia continued with the following: "In truth, there is still a point of doubt. Is the 'King who manifests at the end of eras' really King Arthur? As my research dug deeper, I began to notice that it should be a much more ancient existence that transcends oriental and occidental divisions." The woman who was once fellow researchers with the Divine Ancestor sighed at this point. "I suppose I count as an Arthurian novice. The thought of finding out that the long sought king in my heart was someone else... This was the biggest reason why I stopped the search." "However, that Divine Ancestor believes in it firmly, right?" "Yes. She calls herself the same name... as the queen consort who betrayed King Arthur and had an adulterous relationship with Sir Lancelot. Well, the King of the End's identity is still uncertain at this point. If that fellow turns out not to be Arthur, I wonder what that Guinevere would do?!" Black Prince Alec, Princess Alice, and Divine Ancestor Guinevere. The scene of their first gathering basically happened like that. At the very least, neither Alec nor Alice would have expected the fates of the three to remain bound together even after eight years had passed. References 1 . t Witenagemot: ("meeting of wise men" in Old English) a political institution dating from Anglo-Saxon England. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witenagemot 2. t Chi You(S^l): a mythical tribal leader best known as the tyrant who fought the Yellow Emperor.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chi_You 3. t Hero of the Red Dragon: Henry VII used the Red Dragon of Cadwaladr along with the Tudor colors of white and green as his flag at the Battle of Bosworth Field, defeating the House of York and ending the War of the Roses. Henry's claim to the throne was tenuous because it was derived through his mother and by illegitimate descent. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_VII_of_England 4. t Lugh: Irish deity represented as a hero and High King in the distant past. Has many epithets such as Lamhfhada (long arm), lldanach (skilled in many arts), Samhildanach (equally skilled in many arts), Lonnbeimnech (fierce striker) and Macnia (boy hero). http://en.wi kipedia.org/wiki/Lugh 5. t Rip Van Winkle: a short story about a man who wandered up a mountain away from his wife's nagging, took a nap and woke up twenty years later.http://en. wikipedia.org/wiki/Rip_Van_Winkle 6. t Priory of Sion: a name given to multiple groups, both real and fictitious. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Priory_of_Sion 7. t Order of Cistercians: a Roman Catholic order of monks and nuns. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cistercians