Prologue

In terms of human history, it happened towards the end of the fifth century.

A time when human faith was still honest and unsophisticated. A time
when the relationship between humans and [Heretic Gods] was slightly
more intimate than in the modern age.

During those times, he was still a [Heretic God] wandering freely upon the
earth.
His entire body clad in armor, wielding a lance, riding the white divine
horse. Sometimes he would appear on the ground as an inhuman white
knight, while other times he would roam the skies in the form of lightning.

Anyone with the slightest intelligence would identify him as a war god from
that majestic appearance and cower in reverence.

When descending before humans, he appropriately announced his name

as the "Lancea God." The only reason why he visited the island of Britain
then, was simply on a whim. Because he heard from his old friend in this
place that there was a [Heretic God] like him. Because he recalled old ties,
he paid a visit without deliberate intent.
"A while ago, I met a rather interesting member of [Steel]."

The old friend smiled as she chatted.

"[Steel]... This Knight's kin?"

"Yes. The great hero, born to exterminate the god-slaying Devil Kings.
Quite a few Devil Kings have surfaced in recent times, and that man
descends to bring salvation to the world as it approaches end times--"

"Oh? Hence the warrior who manifests at the end of eras."

"Not too long ago, he most splendidly slaughtered the god-slayer

rampaging on this island."

It was several decades ago when she was reported to have wandered to
this land (later known as Wales).
Thereafter, she was feared as the [Heretic God] who disseminated the
blessing of life and the peril of death. She seemed to be known as the
"White Goddess" Gwenhwyfar.
"Then his name is?"

"No idea. I already asked, but he remained silent."

"Hmm, he does not want to reveal his name either eh?"

"Seems like it. The people of this land started worshiping him as the
island's guardian god, calling him the hero 'Artos.'"
The man known as the "Lancea God." The woman known as the "White
Goddess." That was how the bold and ferocious tribes worshiped them.

However, excessively unruly tribes inevitably fell into decline.

Without exception, these peoples lost their country and even their basic
traits. Their blood and culture assimilated by other nations, sooner or later,
they all lost their defining identities of old.

When cultures change, so do myths.

Sometimes these changes were so drastic that even the names of gods
were altered completely.

"Goddess who is this Knight's ancient companion. In that case, this Knight
will soon obtain a new name. Hohoho, to encounter such hardship, it
seems like the war-torn world is not as pleasant as expected."

"You sound like you are enjoying it."

Hearing the laughter leaking out from the helmet, the ancient mother earth
goddess smiled quietly.

A few decades after that, she would forsake immortality for the Holy Grail's
creation, and be reborn as the hero's maidservant. A death prior to
receiving a new name. Consequently, in accordance with the White
Goddess' alias of Gwenhwyfar, the reborn being called herself Guinevere...

"Hmm. After all, this Knight simply journeys along a directionless path. One
shall visit the great hero as a way to pass time. Can you inform this Knight
of the location?"

Thanking her for the answer, he bid his old friend goodbye and departed.
Riding the divine steed to gallop across the sky, he sped off to the
legendary hero's location.
The place where the Devil King exterminating hero slept was located on
the peak of a towering mountain.
The knight had always been the rider of the sky-faring divine horse.
Allowing his partner to fly like lightning, he easily reached the mountaintop.

Along the way, he spotted the figures of humans striving to climb the
mountain.

A group of Britons who also aimed for the peak. But unlike him, they were
desperately risking their lives. For the sake of offering prayers of reverence
to the hero "Artos" believed to be there.
An iron sword was embedded on the top of the peak.

A sturdy sword. The double-edged blade was extremely long, broad, and
heavy in structure.

But compared to its shape, the sword's most outstanding feature was the
brilliance radiating from the blade. Emitting from the sturdy sword was a
platinum-colored brightness as if coming from a star.
"How truly beautiful..."

A divine sword indeed. A sacred sword indeed. He exclaimed in

admiration.

Whether in beauty or power, there was probably no existing sword that

could rival it.

The knight was also a sword that had been born like a white meteor, a
dragon-slaying and snake-slaughtering sword god. A single glimpse was
sufficient for him to know how astounding the platinum divine sword was.

"Pardon this intrusion. This Knight humbly visits this place, seeking the war
god who exterminates Devil Kings. One humbly apologizes for the
rudeness of disrupting your slumber. Nevertheless, this Knight wishes to
converse with the peerless hero and become friends. Pray manifest your
divine self."

The platinum divine blade was not only a weapon but the god's avatar.
The Devil King-exterminating warrior was resting in the form of a sword,
probably preparing for the next battle. The instincts of a fellow member of
[Steel] explained.
In order to induce an awakening, he slowly reached his hand towards the
divine sword. Immediately, sparks scattered.

"!"
Sparks turned into electrical shock to assault his hand, preventing his rude
contact.

"Fufu... Not waking up so easily eh? Looks like you are a rather weary
person, a difficult man to get along with."

Conversely, this cold reception only piqued the knight's interest, causing
him to smile.

He -- was to be known as the "Lancea God" Lancelot du Lac in his

subsequent encounter with the Devil King Exterminator, not far in the
future. That was when the new god-slayer had landed on the island of
Britain, subjecting it to unbridled tyranny.

In the decades after that, the mother earth goddess and Lancelot assisted
the "Devil King Exterminator" as his companions in battle.

The reasons for the mother earth goddess to do so were unclear. It could
very well have been romantic love, but Lancelot was not one so tactless as
to deliberately confirm such reasons.
As for Lancelot, his reason was simple. Simply for the sake of seeking
intense deadly battles.

This way of life fully satisfied his desires. However, to the very end, the
"Devil King Exterminator" never revealed his name or origins.

At the time, Lancelot felt that the man was similar to himself, most likely a
god who had also lost his name.

Reminiscing old times, Lancelot suddenly had this thought.

--The strongest of [Steel], one whom we called "King of the End." That man
had probably grown weary of battle.
He distanced himself from everything that could draw him onto the
battlefield.
Yes, everything.
He was obliged to eliminate the god-slaying humans. Forced by the stars
of destiny to engage in battle.
Why? That man always fought with complete indifference. A shadow of
gloom clung onto his face like iron rust, gradually turning his handsome
features drab and dismal.

And on certain occasions, as he gazed into the eyes of his comrade on the
battlefield, the same disquiet and unsettled feeling could be gathered.

Or perhaps, what the man grew sickened of was not only the enemy--

However, Lancelot du Lac was a resolute warrior from ancient beginnings

to the modern day. The most primitive [Steel] that only knew to charge
straight forward.

All along, he had never worried over things that could no longer be
confirmed.

At this time, he simply shook his head silently, and ended the useless trip
down memory lane.
Chapter 1 - Smoldering Devil Kings
Part 1
On this particular day, Alexandre Gascoigne had appeared in Taipei.

Taipei — the well-known central city of Taiwan.

He had gone to the Ningxia Road Night Market. A night market filled with
merchandise stalls and snack shops. Every night, the market was crowded
with locals and tourists who came here for the distinctive roadside snacks.

People could either eat while standing or sit at tables next to the stalls.
However, tonight Alec picked an aged and worn down restaurant instead.

Sitting down at a table outside the shop, he arbitrarily ordered a few

dishes. Since this type of night market did not offer much in terms of
alcohol, he brought his own canned beer.

Steamed dumplings, boiled dumplings, rice dumplings with meat fillings,

spiced sausages, oyster omelettes, etc.

Just as the dishes were placed on the table, the one he waited for arrived.

"...It's been a while, Alec."

"Ah yes. Approximately a year."

The other person greeted using Min Nan[1] dialect, so Alec replied in the
same language.
The one who had arrived was a glasses-wearing seventeen or
eighteen-year-old girl.

Called Cecilia.

She was wearing a modest sweater over a white shirt with an unassuming
skirt. Even though her face was quite cute, it was lacking in glamor.
Alec had become acquainted with her a few years ago when traveling in
the far east. In order to return the favor she owed to Alec that time, she
became a member of [Royal Arsenal].

"Then show up at St. Ives from time to time... Wait a minute, have you ever
been to headquarters? If memory serves me correctly, you haven't."
St. Ives.

Where the organization led by Alec, [Royal Arsenal], had located its
headquarters.
Situated in the region of Cornwall on the westernmost tip of England. It
was a little seaside town.

"Your memory is correct. I have never met any comrades apart from you."

Cecilia spoke with a monotonous and indifferent tone. She was a girl who
seldom showed emotion through her voice or facial expressions.

"Let's leave it at that... That said, lazy as you are, you still accepted this
invitation so readily?"

"Because I wanted to see you."

"Stop joking around. It's making the beer taste funny."

"..."

Her joke instantly rejected, Cecilia fell silent.

Even though she was essentially a reticent and expressionless girl, she
almost seemed to be showing a bit of resentment.

Nevertheless, Alec paid it no mind, because there were more important

matters.

"You were the one who communicated a wish to see the Island-Fishing
Needle. That's what you came for, right?"

Despite her young age, Cecilia was an outstanding Daoist priestess.

Daoists. The term used for those who studied ancient Chinese wizardry,
Daoist arts, that had been passed down for generations. At the same time,
she was well-versed in oriental myths and legends.

"I don't mind either way."

"Or in other words, that is the sole reason."
She was casting that slanted gaze of subtle resentment again. Was there
something she wanted to say?

"This is the Needle in question."

Alec did not mind entering the main topic.
He took a rod out from his shirt pocket. It had roughly the same length and
girth as a ball point pen, and appeared to be made of beige plastic. This
was the divine artifact obtained from Japan, the Heavenly Reverse
Halberd.

"By the way, I've mentioned to you before. Myths that probably originated
from southern Chinese sea-faring tribes first crossed over to Taiwan, then
spread to southeast Asia, followed by Polynesia and Micronesia. In the
process they also spread to Japan."

"Yes, I remember."

"In the creation myths of sea-faring tribes, the world began as an ocean.
An endless ocean without any land. At that time, the primordial god of
creation lowered a fishing line and fished dry land out of the ocean to
create islands. That was the birth of land — the story of the country's
founding."
Alec casually explained as he brought food to his mouth with chopsticks
between gulps of beer.

"From 4000 BCE to 3000 BCE, the people of the sea traveled south on
crude boats across the Pacific, migrating to various parts of the world. This
resulted in the scattering of East Asian oceanic creation myths. Of course,
this includes Japan."

"Izanagi and Izanami's founding of the country."

"Correct. Izanagi and Izanami were on the primordial sea where there was
nothing but minuscule floating and suspended debris. Dipping in the
Heavenly Reverse Halberd and stirring, dry land was made to appear,
creating the islands of Japan. Well, using a needle as a hook, stirring with
a rod, it doesn't really look the same on first glance..."

"That doesn't pose a significant problem."

Alec nodded at Cecilia's brief and casual response.

In ancient Japan, the halberd for fishing — there were records of it being a
tool for catching fish. All of these little stories were identical in essence.

"This halberd is a divine artifact with the same name. Naturally one would
think it is the country founding tool."
"Alec intends to investigate this thing?"

"Yes. I want to find out exactly what powers this artifact holds, and how to
use them flexibly."

Cecilia coldly remarked to Alec:

"No way. Born of mortal flesh, there's no way we could do that. Give it up?"

"Not necessarily. Actually I already came up with one or two ideas."

"...Really?"

Cecilia looked impressed. Beneath her glasses, her pupils were wide open.
Alec shrugged at that honest expression of admiration.

"It's nothing mind blowing. Deducing from the myths, this thing should be a
divine artifact related to the divine aspects of water or land. In that case, if
a similar god is found somewhere, just use this rod and observe what
changes may occur, then proceed with verification."
"...In any case, don't do that in this country. Too dangerous."

Alec smiled knowingly at her refusal.

All along, he had no intention of doing something worthless like that.

"If that's the case, only one option remains. Find divine dragon bones that
are related to either the earth or the sea, and use them to make contact
with this thing. To assist me, first investigate thoroughly all records of
mother earth goddesses and snake or dragon deities that have manifested
here in the past hundred years."

"...Dragon bones. There is that option indeed. But Alec, trying to find that
kind of thing is even harder than finding gods."

"Hard, but not impossible. It's worth considering."

Listening to his subordinate's opinion, Alec was completely nonchalant.

For the sake of solving all sorts of mysteries, he had stepped foot into
many sacred domains. This level of exploration was merely on the level of
warm-up exercises.
"Considering the fact that discovering them could mean avoiding
meaningless battles, it will be far more efficient than searching for a god.
Don't overlook that."

"I didn't. It's just that your ideas are very strange."

Cecilia was expressing simple and easily-read emotions for once. She
sighed deeply.

"Alec, you are truly extraordinary. In matters of bringing chaos to the world,
no one can surpass you. Compared to the other Campiones, you are
definitely ahead."
Casual praise. But abjectly notorious.

"I'm nowhere near as barbaric or reckless as those people. Don't even

think of grouping me together with them."

Alec could not help but retort displeased.

A few days passed.

Alec was strolling casually in Los Angeles.

He had been to Taiwan, the Philippines and even the interior of China. In
these past days, he had journeyed far and wide across many different
countries and regions. In the end, he chose to finish his trip here.
Alec was operating alone. Having given Cecilia new instructions, he sent
her off on a separate mission.

He took a taxi cab from the airport to the great city on the American west
coast.

Los Angeles. An ethnic melting pot. A major economical and industrial

stronghold. The city of evil that was swirling with crime. The capital where
depravity and prosperity vied for domination.

Hidden in this "chaotic" city were many whose existences would not be
tolerated by common reason.
Wielders of unnatural abilities who obtained magical powers by selling
morality and conscience to the devil — sorcerers. Last but not least, there
was John Pluto Smith!
Alec did not believe he could avoid dealing with him during this trip to
America.
Steeling his determination, Alec took the taxi to Samantha University at
Los Feliz. He had been there only once, a few years ago. The internal
layout of the university had remained completely unchanged.

Consequently, everything went smoothly for Alec.

Getting off from the taxi, he began making his way without even glancing at
the directory. The route had already been memorized.

Arriving at Professor Joe West's research lab in the modern languages

department, he knocked. Receiving a reply of "Please enter," he pushed
the door open without reservations. Two people were already present.

The elderly African-American with the intellectual appearance and a

Caucasian woman with fiery red hair.

The former was naturally Professor West. A world-renowned researcher of

fantasy literature and benevolent mage. His power as a fairy doctor was
also unmatched in Europe.
As for that woman, she was most likely Annie Charlton.

A student in West's class. The impressive bespectacled beauty who was

the same age as Alec. A calm and composed character who took action
with great initiative. She also worked as John Pluto Smith's subordinate,
apparently performing detective work or the like—
The Professor seemed to be in shock while his student displayed cautious
surprise.

Previously, they had already seen the Campione known as the Black
Prince.
"I remember today's visitor should have been a Mr. Gascony introduced by
Pires-kun. What kind of funny idea is this?"

Professor West scrutinized Alec's face as he spoke.

"Exactly as was said. I am Alex Gascony. A Frenchman heading to Oxford
for study, and a student hoping to meet you today. That's the story."

Alec admitted the pretense without reservation. After all, it was likely that
the fairy doctor would have seen through a disguise. Hence, he openly
showed the face of the Black Prince and made a visit under an awkward
alias.

"Hmm. I see."
Using the name of Alexandre Gascoigne to make a visit to a facility related
to John Pluto Smith would have been strange behavior that would easily
develop into diplomatic problems between Devil Kings.

In order to avoid undue alarm, Alec had chosen to arrive in such a

manner—

Presumably having figured out Alec's intentions, the Professor shrugged

and sighed slightly.

"I guess I'd better ignore the fact that the name is reminiscent of a certain
someone who is cause for concern. No, I think I'd better think more
carefully about it!"

"Come on, at a time like this, formality is more important than substance.
Hence this is enough."

"Then for what purpose has Mr. Gascony come to this place?"

Annie Charlton interrupted.

She glared very sharply at Alec. If the Professor was met with danger she
would immediately step forward to protect him. Such resolve was clearly
visible. What an amazing heroic female.

"I don't plan on hanging around for long, so let's cut to the chase. Dragon
bones — or using the way they call it in this city, that would be 'Angel's
Remains.' Please lend them to me for a brief little while."

"What?"

"What are you intending to do with that sort of thing?"

Alec smiled proudly in response to Annie and the Professor's surprise.

"For experiment and verification."

"Are you planning to bring turmoil to the world again?"

"So, what are you going to do? Even though I intend to perform an act of
charity by removing a seed of disaster from the world, people who don't
mind their business would probably disagree. Whether what I described is
an act of good or evil, there is no way for you to ascertain."

Alec seemed to be deliberately evading Annie's question.

"Anyway, I need dragon bones for this reason. Professor, I received news
that you obtained dragon bones from Sichuan province in China roughly
ten years ago. If you'll lend them out generously, I won't have to waste any
unnecessary effort. I hope you will consider it."

Unnecessary effort. Namely, theft.

Whenever there was something he wished to obtain, no matter what kind
of wealth, authority, or magic the owner possessed, he would never shy
away from the act of theft. Being concerned with society's notions of
morals or common sense was completely not his style.

"You are a terrible man! Despite your usual serious demeanor and
behavior, once you get into action, you reveal that horrible troublemaking
nature of yours!"
West shook his head with great annoyance.

"Very well, As you wish. I will provide you with the 'Remains' I possess."

"Joe! You cannot decide so rashly!"

In response to Annie Charlton's warning, Joe West answered with deep

consideration.

"Asherah has perished, and the [King of Flies] is disbanded. Los Angeles
is currently celebrating long awaited peace that had not appeared for
years. It's time to put aside the conflict between Pluto and the Black
Prince. Besides, Annie, I don't believe he is the kind of Devil King who
would easily resort to theft and take what he wants without warning."
In a duel between two Devil Kings, the outcome was completely uncertain.
This was not a matter of who was stronger.

Because a Campione's talent lay precisely in seeking victory no matter the

odds, achieving success through apparently foolish but bold action.
However, the matter of winning or losing was not only limited to 'theft.'

Joe West was correct. This was Black Prince Alec's personal victory.
He was the Devil King of divine speed and the labyrinth. The one who
vanquished innumerable foes using suspicious authorities. Furthermore,
he was skilled in magic and strategy. This sort of disposition made him the
most powerful eccentric thief in history.

Finally with great reluctance, Annie nodded in agreement to her teacher's

words.

Part 2
On a table in the research lab was a shallow dish.
In it sat a milky-white little stone.

"Reportedly, when a [Heretic God] manifesting on earth loses their material

body, in extremely rare instances, a portion of their remains survive as
flesh and bone. Chinese Daoists call them 'Dragon's Bones' while North
American magi call them 'Angel's Remains.' Isn't that right?"

"Ah yes. But of course, flesh and bone that is completely different from any
other creature on earth."

As Alec muttered while examining the stone, the Professor replied.

"When deities pass on, their bodies either turn into sand and collapse or
change into stone and shatter. On those occasions, if a part maintains its
form by chance, then it becomes worshiped as a sacred relic, to be used
as a massive power source for magi. Well, it is an exceptionally rare thing
to find."

The Professor looked down at the stone in the shallow dish.

"This was the object found by chance from a place in China where the
creation goddess Nüwa[2] had descended."

"Nüwa. Also a mother earth goddess possessing a 'snake' divinity."

Alec took out the Heavenly Reverse Halberd from his pocket, and brought
it close to the milky-white stone.
The Halberd proceeded to lengthen. From the length of a ballpoint pen it
became almost a meter long. The change rendered Professor West and
Annie speechless.

"As expected, it reacted to the mother earth goddess' remains..."

Alec knew from his decade long experience in adventuring.
The "remains" of deities carried divine properties far surpassing divine
beasts in level. They could very well provide the same effect as contact
with a god—

Alec smiled at the smooth progress of his plan.

So, how should he use this Halberd? Let's try stabbing the tip into the floor
and see... It went through. It almost felt like sticking a rod into mud.

The Heavenly Reverse Halberd's tip was embedded into the ceramic tiled
floor.

"Before the founding of the country, amorphous land was floating and
suspended like globules of fat. Izanagi and Izanami were tasked with
'maintaining and stabilizing this floating country,' and were bestowed the
Heavenly Reverse Halberd. The two gods stood atop the Floating Bridge of
Heaven, inserting this Halberd into the sea, and started to stir..."
Alec recalled the passage in Japanese mythology.

He attempted to stir the tiled floor using the Heavenly Reverse Halberd.
Amazing. The ceramic tiles gradually lost hardness and cohesion. In the
beginning, it felt like mixing concrete, but gradually the sense of resistance
disappeared, like ice-cream melting.

"...Melted? Did it lose its form?"

"Using the Japanese way of description, it should be called the 'Leech

Child'[3] state."

The Professor and Alec, as well as Annie who had remained silent all this
time, were all focusing their gaze on this phenomenon.

Mere dozens of seconds ago, the ceramic tiles were still a part of the floor.

But now they had become a flowing liquid with a color that was hard to
describe. On first glance it appeared transparent and colorless, but
continued scrutiny found it to be pure white, then glittering with light.
Flashing all sorts of colored light, it kept changing colors like a
kaleidoscope.
Within it, all the colors of the human world could be found. Colorlessness
carrying infinite color.
"...Gascony. Or rather, Alexandre Gascoigne. What is the 'Leech Child'?"

Annie suddenly questioned, but not in a student's manner.

Or more accurately, it was like the royal tone of one king questioning
another as equals.
"That was the deformed child who was the firstborn of Japan's creator
gods Izanagi and Izanami. His body was said to be amorphous and lacking
in bones. Soon after his birth, he was washed into the ocean and buried in
darkness..."

As Alec explained, he suddenly had an idea.

He reversed the clockwise motion he was using to stir the Heavenly

Reverse Halberd, and tried going counterclockwise instead. After stirring
for a while, the sense of resistance gradually increased.

The feeling of stirring water soon became that of stirring ice-cream.

Then it became like stirring concrete, and finally, completely solid.

...The ceramic tiles on the floor were restored. Well, except there was a
spiral pattern in the center of the tiles, so it was not exactly back to its
original appearance.

"The 'island-fishing' and 'country-founding' myths passed down in East

Asia and the South Seas.[4] Could this Halberd be that divine artifact
reappeared...? The key to forming land and even giving birth to the Leech
Child..."

Alec's mind was a turbulent sea of recalled facts and imaginings.

The strongest [Steel]. The king who manifests at the end of eras. Past
incidents in Japan. The Heavenly Reverse Halberd's requisite powers.
Also, Avalon and Guinevere...

"Come to think of it, now should be a perfect opportunity to cut those

cursed ties with that woman..."
Alec used the magic of [Dismissal] to dispel the Heavenly Reverse
Halberd.
This allowed it to be retrieved when necessary by the magic of
[Summoning]. European knights used this magic whenever they needed to
carry their swords and lances with them. Alec proceeded to turn to the
owner of the lab.
"My apologies for taking up your time. My matter has finished so let me
take my leave."

"For us, that is the greatest favor you could do."

Towards Alec's statement, Annie responded with a displeased expression:

"Then leave, before you bring disaster to our city. Alexandre Gascoigne, I
sincerely hope you never step foot in California ever again!"

Leaving the research lab, Alec turned himself into lightning and headed
towards the sea.

In order to test the functions of the Heavenly Reverse Halberd again.

Satisfied with the results, he decided to spend the night in Los Angeles.

It was a room facing the Pacific Ocean, in a high class hotel. Having
arranged room service and finished his meal, his bed was already
prepared.
However, Alec was sitting on a chair by the window, deep in thought.

Traveling to the west coast of North America all the way from East Asia, he
was both exhausted and jetlagged. Be that as it may, there was still a
mountain of matters to consider.

Alec had cast "barrier" magic in the room beforehand.

Simple magic for warning about the approach of danger. Nevertheless, it

was more than sufficient for the Campione of divine speed. Whether
fleeing, fighting, or confusing the enemy, the choice was up to him. As a
result, Alec simply spoke indifferently when the magic alarm sounded.

"If you want to visit at night, shouldn't you call first?"

"This level of rudeness is completely acceptable for a gentleman's room

that was booked under a fake name. Avoiding unnecessary toil is my
style."
What kind of mystic technique or method had been used?
What should have been a locked window was now flung open, causing the
curtains to flutter in the wind.
Casually stepping in from outside the window was a black-masked
eccentric. Furthermore, this room was on the tenth floor of a high-rise
hotel.

The mask's visor had a design reminiscent of insectoid eyes.

Under the cape which resembled a demonic bird's wings, an eccentric

person was dressed in an opera-style high class outfit.

"Gascoigne. You and I had agreed to a non-aggression pact. Does your

current visit not violate those terms?"

John Pluto Smith. The dark Devil King who lorded over Los Angeles had
appeared.

"I'm not visiting as Alexandre Gascoigne... I have already communicated

this fact to your subordinates."

"From the abysmal attitude you showed to my friends at the lab, this
statement of yours is as good as junk."

Smith shrugged his black-caped shoulders. It was an exaggerated motion

that one would find in a theatre performance.

The ordinary hotel room had essentially been turned into a theatrical stage.

"In the coastal waters of Los Angeles... In the Channel Islands' vicinity, an
island not recorded in maps had suddenly appeared. This strange
phenomenon happened around 1500 hours today."

"Oh?"
"Furthermore, at around 1700 hours, this island suddenly vanished again."

"Really?"
"It was reported to me by a benevolent mage who sensed massive magical
power and deliberately went to investigate. By the way, Gascoigne, you
seem to be personally carrying a divine artifact?"

"Purely coincidence. So what?"

Alec replied nonchalantly.

"With regard to this matter, it's in your best interests not to get in my way."
"That really sounds oh so attractive... What are you planning, Gascoigne?"

The mask's visor glared at Alec's handsome face.

"It is true that your grand imagination and initiative are your strong points.
However, if memory serves me, you have never applied those strengths
towards anything apart from personal hobbies. Even one such as I,
believes that you need to be treated with caution."
"Stop talking nonsense. I am neither as self-centered nor as destructive as
people say I am."

"That I can agree. However, compared to common morality, you place

greater importance on your personal aesthetic ideals. Furthermore, your
reckless, inconsiderate, and troublemaking personality is exactly as
rumored. Hence I believe public opinion cannot be dismissed."

"...Eh."
"Consequently, trusting you unconditionally would be equivalent to a
dangerous gamble."

Alec smacked his lips, declining to retort.

This melodramatic cosplay maniac was different from China's freakishly

strong girl or Italy's idiot. If one were to offer negotiations, this man could at
least be counted on to respond rationally. The agenda must be pushed.
"How about eliminating the leader of the Divine Ancestors? A plan to root
out and cleanse the seeds of trouble. This should have personal relevance
to you."
"Divine Ancestor. A term last heard many months ago."
"Entrenched in North America, sorcerers have been classified into various
factions. One of them is composed of witches who worshiped as queens
the European Divine Ancestors of old. That group of witches crossed over
from Europe to the American continent during pioneering days, and
wreaked much havoc."

Alec brought up the dark side of history known only to magi.

Of course, Smith was well aware of it. After all, the [King of Flies] he had
spent the last few years fighting was a faction of sorcerers related to witch
lineages.
Finally, the black-masked king nodded and went "True."

"These witches' secretive activities and troublemaking preparations,

caused the Protestant clergy to enter a pathological fervor on witch hunts.
This resulted in the torture of many innocent women. A most tragic event."
"...So, Gascoigne."

The mask's visor pointed straight at Alec as Smith began to speak.

"In other words, is this what you are proposing? The Divine Ancestors, who
still hold great influence over sorcerers — in order to deal them a
devastating blow, I should turn a blind eye to your secretive dealings."
"Ah yes. You don't want to fight a second Asherah, right?"

"Hmm."

Smith paused silently for a brief moment, then began to mutter slowly.

"True, this is mutually beneficial. However."

"What is it? Do you need evidence that I am speaking the truth?"

"Demanding that from a man like you would be useless. Only because
your wit and imagination are indeed exemplary. However, when
unexpected incidents flare up, it is also true that you abandon those
qualities without hesitation."
"That's not abandoning. It's just ad-libbing in response to changing
situations!"
Alec could not help but make a violent outburst at the accusation.
"Our opponents have always been gods and our peers, the Campiones.
Precisely because common sense and logic are never applicable to these
opponents, reacting flexibly is only natural."

"Well. I can't disagree with that... But for you, being flexible can result in
the original plan going completely awry. Probably that time when the fake
Grail had appeared, you began taking reckless action on your own, and
ignored your negotiations with that Princess."

Princess.

Naturally, Smith was referring to the former spokesperson of England's

Witenagemot, daughter of Duke Gododdin, Alice Louise of Navarre.

Alec could not believe that that woman had disclosed their secret
agreement so easily...!

Alec was secretly incensed by Smith's sarcastic tone. However.

"Having said that, I am also well aware that Alexandre Gascoigne's plans
do succeed on occasion, numerous times... Very well, I shall turn a blind
eye to your rudeness this time."
"Really. Then I apologize."

Alec calmed down from Smith's words. Even though he was nowhere near
as melodramatic as that masked eccentric, the Black Prince was also a
rather vain Campione.

Having ended the conversation, John Pluto Smith bowed elegantly and left
through the window.

Exactly how a famous actor would exit the stage after the curtain call.

In less than twenty seconds, Alec took a brief glance out of the window,
but there were no signs of the black-caped black-masked hero. He had
vanished like a puff of smoke.
"Still a man who comes and goes so mysteriously."
After grumbling to himself, Alec took out his cellphone.

He made an international call to his trusted subordinate in England, Sir

Iceman.
Alec succinctly summed up for the legendary knight the "plan" he had
crystallized over the past few hours. For the organization leader to be
abroad for extended periods of time, strategizing and taking action
personally, Sir Iceman could only lament against the reckless plan.

'...Also, protests against your activities have been received from those
working under Japan's Campione. They demand us to disclose the
whereabouts of Alexandre Gascoigne which we don't even know. We
managed to contain the situation for now.'

"Ignore them. I will handle it directly later."

To be on the safe side, Alec quickly added:

"Just handle things at headquarters as usual. If Kusanagi Godou intrudes

in a rage, retreat immediately. There is no need to directly confront
disasters such as god-slayers. As much as possible, just let him waste his
energy."
'As you wish. With the leader absent, that's the best we could do anyway.'

Alec retorted coldly in reply to Iceman's sarcasm.

"Don't say it like that. In order to permanently sever this ill fate with
Guinevere, taking back what is owed is only right. It would be stupid to
waste an opportunity to lay a trap for that woman. So let me act as I wish
for a while."

This was late at night on Thursday in Los Angeles.

At the same time, it was early Friday evening in Japan due to the time
difference. Furthermore, the Campione who lived in the east had already
begun his move.

Part 3
One week had gone by since Athena had passed away in Japan.

During this time, the world's busiest Devil King was Alexandre Gascoigne.
On the other hand, Japan's Kusanagi Godou carried on with his ordinary
life.
No matter what, he was still a student. Going to school was his duty.
However, that did not mean he was leading a peaceful life. In fact, it could
very well be described as the opposite.
The upcoming Saturday and Sunday were part of a long weekend along
with Monday. During this time, Godou had been making preparations with
great determination. The entire detailed story follows.

It was the following night after Godou had fought Lancelot and seen
Athena off as she passed away.

Godou was greatly surprised to read the arrived letter.

'Seeing as this object piques this humble servant's interest, one shall retain
custody for now. By this simple expression of borrowing intent, your
consent would be most desirable. The object in question shall be returned
after thorough experimentation. Should the object in question be deemed
to require our protection, the experiment could possibly be extended, one
humbly prays for your understanding — Alexandre Gascoigne.'
This letter had been delivered to the History Compilation Committee.

Signed Alexandre Gascoigne, the Campione who had taken the Heavenly
Reverse Halberd by force. Godou recalled that the guy was nicknamed
something like Black Prince Alec.
"...In other words, he's saying 'I borrowed it because it interested me, so
don't be offended if I happen to decide not to return it.' What the heck, this
guy!"

Godou objected as he finished the letter.

It had reportedly been sent via magic to the Sayanomiya residence at

Sanbanchou in Tokyo's Chiyoda ward.

After returning from Kisarazu, he did not head home immediately but
visited the Sayanomiya residence to examine Alec's letter and discuss
their next move.

"So this is Black Prince Alec's infamous 'borrowing note'? This is my first
time seeing one."
The one grumbling was the next Sayanomiya family head, Sayanomiya
Kaoru.
Occupying the drawing room in the house were the three: the
cross-dressing beauty, Godou and Erica.
A three-person emergency meeting. Ena had been forcibly hospitalized for
overuse of divine possession. Yuri and Liliana were still at the hospital
undergoing examinations for sequelae from the petrification. Amakasu had
also gone out to oversee the handling of the aftermath.

"That guy has apparently done this kind of stuff many times, right?"

"Yes, that person has plundered sacred treasures and divine artifacts
collected by various European magic associations. His explanation is
always 'Now this is interesting, let me check it out.'"
Erica shrugged as she answered Godou's question.

"He prefers dramatically penetrating heavy security to steal after a prior

declaration of intent. Unless there was no opportunity to put on a good
show, then he simply leaves a borrowing note and takes by force. Also,
items of particular significance are never returned but kept and displayed
at his association [Royal Arsenal]."
"It's said he boasts of imitating the style of traditional British imperialism."

England's pride, the British Museum.

Within it was displayed a multitude of artifacts plundered from various

places around the world, a rather well-known fact...

So that Campione was deliberately imitating it. Godou was reminded of the
description "the eccentric man with dismal character" that he had heard
before.

"The English Campione, no mistake about it, right?"

"Yes. It is often rumored that amongst the seven Devil Kings, his interests
were slightly different from the others."

Kaoru answered as she gave Erica a glance.

"Regarding this matter, shouldn't Erica-san be particularly informed?"
"That's right. We European magi have been greatly troubled ever since
that particular person became a Campione twelve years ago."

Erica began to lead the conversation.

"Marquis Voban, Her Eminence Luo Hao, Sir Salvatore, John Pluto
Smith-sama, and Kusanagi Godou. These five are all 'warriors.' They only
shine with true radiance and feel satisfaction during battle. But limited to
gods or other Campiones as opponents, of course."

"...Can you stop grouping me with those people so easily?"

Even though Godou complained about the inappropriate example, Erica

continued unfazed.

"Since the Black Prince is a Campione after all, I believe he has to be a

'warrior.' But from the way he acts, he is also an 'explorer' and an
'adventurer' at the same time."
"Explorer and adventurer...?"

Godou began to ponder the unexpected description.

"So you mean that guy not only lives to fight, but also seeks meaning in life
by challenging mysteries and dangerous things?"

"An apt description. Indeed it is so. Thus resulting in this note we were
talking about."

"It's not that different from that idiot Doni who keeps saying 'have a little
duel with me, please'..."

Godou continued to grumble as he looked at the note Erica was referring

to.

"However, why did he steal the Heavenly Reverse Halberd? Could he

intend to give it to Guinevere's gang?"

"I consider that extremely unlikely. The Black Prince has been enemies
with Guinevere for many years."

"If that's the case, then let's just put aside for now the issue of that
Gascoigne guy."

Hearing Erica's answer, Godou remarked.

"If the Heavenly Reverse Halberd is in his hands, Guinevere and her
group's attentions should be focusing on him, right? Then during this time
we can prepare for other things."

"Other things?"
"Yes. To prepare for the battle against that guy — Lancelot."

Godou asserted in response to Kaoru's question.

Hearing the war god's name, both the cross-dressing beauty and Erica
nodded.
"Even though it is baseless intuition... I believe that guy will come to Japan
again for a fight. I want to be ready when the time comes."

Lancelot du Lac who had killed Athena.

Without even thinking, Godou had declared he will fight that god again.
Furthermore, his heart believed that day would not be far away.

Or perhaps, it was a god-slayer's instincts that made the prediction.

In that case, forging the [Sword] in preparation for Lancelot's duel was
imperative.

The following day was Monday.

Yuri and Liliana missed class because their checkup at the hospital had
been extended.

Then came Tuesday. Assured that they were fine, the two had returned to
school.
On this day, Godou and the rest were having lunch in the courtyard.

Even though they had been meeting for lunch on the roof all along, it was
now the middle of November.

The blowing wind had become rather chilly so they changed their lunch
location to the courtyard. Since the surroundings were enclosed by the
buildings' walls, it was quite warm as long as there was direct sunlight.

Having sat down for lunch, Godou received the report of "Black Prince
Alec, whereabouts unknown."
"Godou, you asked me to express your displeasure concerning this
incident, right?"
"Ah yes."
"Hence, [Royal Arsenal] had been contacted. As their second-in-command,
Sir Iceman acknowledged the Black Prince's appearance in Japan which
occurred two days ago."

Erica reported with a glum expression.

"They expressed ignorance as to the Black Prince's current whereabouts."

"Normally, when an organization's leader is absent, shouldn't they know

exactly where he is instead?"

Godou exclaimed in surprise.

Where did Black Prince Alec disappear to after stealing the Heavenly
Reverse Halberd from Amakasu? The History Compilation Committee's
special agents also seemed unable to find out. What a mystery.

"In actual fact, Sir Iceman happens to be acquainted with my Esteemed

Uncle since childhood. Here are his exact words."

A legendary knight on the same level as Erica's uncle, Paolo Blandelli.

'My utmost apologies. Alexandre Gascoigne has completely ignored our

efforts to contact him for the past few days, and his status is currently
unknown. It is most regrettable, but it happens quite often unfortunately.'

'In that case, the only option is to wait for him to contact us. Our chief's
location, what he's doing, facing what kind of danger... We usually find out
only after the fact. And this time, even Japan's Campione has expressed
his displeasure. Really, my stomach pains are going to kill me...'

Those were the words of the man known as Sir Iceman.

Listening to the voice through the phone, Erica could not discern any intent
to conceal the truth. Rather, it felt like she was catching a glimpse of a
loyal vassal's troubles over an excessively unruly master.

"I too, have heard stories of Prince Alec's excessive preference for acting
alone, often leaving his subordinates behind. In that case, it could very well
be the truth."

Liliana spoke as she opened the lunch basket.

"Of course, the possibility that he is deliberately hiding the truth remains.
But still, their explanation is quite plausible."
Liliana glanced at Godou as she handed the hamburger over to him.

Held between two pieces of bread was a beef patty, tomatoes, lettuce,
bacon, avocado, and cheese, secured with a plastic toothpick.

Other than that, she had also prepared pickles, onion rings and more.
Despite the sumptuous menu, rather than eating, Godou was more
concerned about the knight's attitude.

"What's with that strange look?"

"Ah, no. I was just thinking whether all the various Campiones were natural
troublemakers without exception."

"It really is true. They are a group to whom common sense cannot be
applied."

Why was even Yuri gazing at Godou as she spoke?

Recently, it felt like the girls around him were increasing the frequency of
such biting commentary... It always gave Godou an uneasy feeling.

"Anyway, it's unclear where in the world Black Prince Alec is currently
located. That person has the ability to fly around like lightning. Even if he
had been traveling from the Arctic to Antarctica these few days, it would
come as no surprise."

In a rare moment, Erica declared defeat as she gracefully received and

sipped the tea handed to her by Yuri.

"A genius who can move and act instantaneously in a composed manner.
Acting as if the surrounding people would just get up and follow him. Had
he been the boss of Amadeus Mozart, he would have made a really good
role model."

"Let's just put that guy's issues aside for now. No matter what, handling the
problem of Lancelot would be the most practical course of action."

"Heretic Lancelot is a very difficult to understand divinity."

Liliana said to Godou as he pondered.

"He only acts as a guardian for an extremely rare number of top witches,
protecting them secretly. Neither Erica nor I know what his prototype is."
"I have something to say to Godou regarding this."

Erica interrupted.
"If you want to find out the secrets of witches, just go ahead and ask a
witch. Since this is a secret not even Liliana knows, the candidates for
counsel are obviously limited, right? Hence, I've already attempted to
contact that person, and received a response of 'I can offer assistance on
a personal level.'"

"That person?"

"Yes. The highborn one in London."

Godou nodded. After the battle with the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, he
had heard about her origins. Amongst those he was acquainted with, the
only witches surpassing Liliana were Lucretia Zola and that person.

"That person also said, 'if you want to approach the mystery of Heretic
Lancelot, bring the miko over.'"

Hearing Erica passing along the message, Godou looked to the Yamato
Nadeshiko sitting on his left.

Miko. Of course it meant Mariya Yuri. Godou immediately spoke:

"May I trouble you, Mariya?"

"Y-Yes. Of course you may!"

Yuri nodded and blushed for some reason.

"As long as Godou-san wishes... No matter where, I will always

accompany you..."

"That'd be a great help. Thank you very much."

"Even though it bears no mentioning, I will come as well. To take on the

role of contacting that person, the prime candidate is obviously your knight,
Erica Blandelli."

"Of course. Things would be difficult without you there."

Godou instantly agreed to Erica's interruption. The thought of the blonde
red maiden not accompanying him never crossed his mind.

"Liliana, can I leave travel preparations in your hands?"

"You, Erica and Mariya Yuri. That is three in number, right? ...Umm, can
you tell me if you will be needing one more person...?"
The one who called herself Grand Chamberlain, Liliana, answered rather
awkwardly.

"Isn't that a strange thing to ask?"

"Y-Yes. Well then, it is decided."

After hearing Godou's deliberately ambiguous response, Liliana

immediately brightened up in mood.

Travel preparations would be made for four people. Next they only had to
wait for the day of departure — Just as Godou nodded to himself...

"But Godou-san, are you planning to go this weekend?"

"Ah yes, that's the plan."

"You already spent last weekend away from home. Will everyone in the
Kusanagi household allow this?"

Only when prompted by Yuri's worried reminder did Godou finally realize.

Last week he had spent two consecutive nights away from home on Friday
and Saturday due to the battles with Athena and Lancelot. If he set off after
school this Friday, it would be having excursions two weeks in a row.

Any normal high school student's family would never allow such a thing.

In this regard, the Mariya family which supported their daughter's

responsibilities as a Hime-Miko, as well as the Blandelli and Kranjcar
families which do not have guardians in the first place, were quite atypical.
However.

"I don't know if I should feel lucky or not, but the guardians in my family are
quite unusual so there shouldn't be a problem."

As he imagined the responses of the Kusanagi household, Godou

explained without a worry.
If his mother Kusanagi Mayo was being asked for permission to go on a
trip:
'Oh? Don't bother bringing back souvenirs. I'm not interested in food I don't
like. If you insist on a gift no matter what, I'll only accept alcohol.'
Something like that. She would answer without even caring to ask where
the destination was.

If his grandfather Kusanagi Ichirou was being asked for permission to go

on a trip, he would probably smile suddenly and gaze at Godou like some
sort of accomplice.

My legal guardians are truly extraordinary. Godou marveled in surprise as

he imagined.
"However, would your little sister Shizuka not say anything? Actually
yesterday, during the tea ceremony club's activities, she was very angry
because Godou-san spent the night outside without even telling her where
you went."

"...Eh? Her, something like that happened?"

Little sister Kusanagi Shizuka. Godou was greatly surprised to hear the
unexpected name.

Now that he thought about it, she did complain to him when he returned
from Kisarazu.

"Right. She's the one person who belongs in the normal category."
Godou muttered as he hugged his shoulders.

Well, she was also the little sister who had shown remarkable potential
during the Kusanagi clan's new year celebration by nonchalantly opening a
bottle of whisky.

"Man, I'd better find a suitable excuse, or else..."

He could not let his family worry. Godou grumbled as he thought to

himself.

"So, would you like me to intercede with Shizuka on your behalf?"

"Mariya?"
"Yes. I shall tell her that a matter urgently requires Godou-san's
assistance, and that you need to go somewhere a little far."
Yuri suggested with a calm smile.
That's right. Under the pretext of helping friends, perhaps Shizuka could
empathize. Because the younger sister had such a competitive spirit, she
loved making fusses over nothing.

"That could work. Thanks a lot, Mari—"

"I don't want to rain on your parade, but I would suggest otherwise. If you
seriously go that route, it will only pour oil over the fire."

"It is as Erica says. Please do not make unnecessary provocations towards

an injured beast."
Erica and Liliana both voiced their objections to Yuri's proposal.

"Actually, I think if this reason was used, my little sister wouldn't object."

"Yes. Little sister Shizuka is a person with a gentle heart..."

Godou and Yuri were mystified.

"Gentleness is irrelevant here."

"The problem here lies in using Yuri to bail you out. Naturally, using either
Liliana or my name won't work either. You're going to have to find a more
effective excuse, Godou... Well, if worse comes to worst, you can simply
leave without saying a word, thereby preventing any resistance in
particular."
The genius negotiator, the [Diavolo Rosso], shrugged.

No matter what, ignoring the little sister too much was a bad idea. What
should Godou do?

Wednesday arrived the following day, but Godou had yet to come up with
an explanation for his sister.

Godou went to visit Seishuuin Ena.

Having fought desperately on her own in the battles a few days ago, Ena
was about to return to her ancestral home at Chichibu for recuperation.
Godou had heard that her body had accumulated an extraordinary amount
of fatigue and injury due to overusing divine possession.
"Yes, even though it's true my body continues to feel quite heavy, it's still
barely okay, and I'm fine with going along with Your Majesty. But I can't
believe everyone wants to lock up poor Ena in the old home!"

The Hime-Miko of the Sword voiced her displeasure to the visitor Godou.

She was on a hospital bed.

"Seishuuin, you worked very hard already and should rest properly now.
Erica has returned so you don't have to worry about me."

"That may be true, but Ena still wants to stay with Your Majesty."

In a rare moment, Ena was acting cute like a spoiled child as she pleaded
with Godou.

Maybe she was feeling lonely and worried due to her weakened body?
Godou placed his hand on Ena's shoulder and persuaded her gently.

"If you force yourself too much and wreck your health, I will be very
troubled. I want to be together with a lively and healthy Seishuuin. So
please, get some rest obediently during this time."

"Mmm, come on... I can't believe you'd say it like that, Your Majesty is so
sly."

Faced with Godou's sincere request, Ena pouted as she nodded.

"No matter how reluctant I am, this is the request of my husband after all.
Ena will rest properly."

"I-I see. I'm sorry it has to be like this."

Even though Godou grew frantic at being called her husband, he smiled
with reassurance.

"However, if there is a next time... Ena needs a kiss, oh? Otherwise, Ena
will not listen to Your Majesty's orders ever again."

Shyly throwing a little tantrum, Ena was irresistibly cute. Nevertheless, that
was a truly problematic demand.
Panicking as he tried to come up with an answer to muddle through
ambiguously, Godou was instantly trapped by Ena.

"Because this is a promise. Keep your word properly!"

Despite the unexpected development, Godou managed to convince Ena to
recuperate obediently without issue.
The remaining problem was Shizuka. He was in big trouble this time.
Would he need to resort to departing unannounced? Godou continued to
contemplate the troublesome issue.

Part 4
Thursday arrived at last, the day prior to departure.

Walking home from school, Godou had almost resigned himself to leave
without telling Shizuka, but an encounter with the childhood friend changed
the situation.

"Hey Godou, you came at the right time."

Walking along the shopping street in Nezu Sanchoume, he was stopped

by his twin-tailed childhood friend with the forceful personality, Tokunaga
Asuka.

She must have just returned from school as well, since she was still in
Tokyo Metropolitan High's uniform.

"Early next month is Shizuka-chan's birthday, right? Have you prepared a

gift?"
"...Now that you brought it up, yeah you're right."

Asuka instantly frowned at his answer.

"Look at you. You must have forgotten completely. Unbelievable! So of

course, you still haven't gotten a gift, right?"

"Uh yeah, nothing at all."

"Oh come on! If you take such sloppy care of girls, even if it's
Shizuka-chan, she will be angry for sure. You're a really useless older
brother!"

As always, Asuka was scolding mercilessly.

"Taking care and whatnot... She's family, my sister, right? I shouldn't need
to take great pains, right?"

"It's how you should act as a man."

Really? Godou began to ponder Asuka's words with a "Hmm."
"Well, fine. How about going shopping for a gift with me this weekend?
Which day would be better for you, Saturday or Sunday? But I'll need to
work on Saturday, so only the morning is free."

Making plans on her own before Godou could respond, Asuka proposed
with great ferocity.

"Sorry, I've already got plans this weekend. Neither Saturday nor Sunday
works."

Godou refused.

Since he had long distance travel plans, there was no time to spare for
Asuka.

"Shopping only takes an hour or two, right? You can't even spare a little
time like that?"

"I need to make a brief trip abroad... And all sorts of troubles will be coming
up later. I feel like it'd be a disaster if I can't handle that guy properly, so I
have no choice but to go."
Unable to give out any details, Godou could only word things ambiguously.

Will she accept this explanation? Just as Godou worried over what he
should add to the explanation, Asuka sighed deeply with a great "hah~"
"Oh fine. Then let's go shopping the following week. That's not a problem,
right?"

"Right. Nothing's planned. But I can't guarantee emergencies won't come

up."

"Worry about it when the time comes. We'll just adapt flexibly as things
change. Then let's decide the details next week."

Godou was amazed at the childhood friend's response. He could not

believe she did not raise a fuss over his explanation.
Asuka was someone whose scoldings had always been as common as
greetings to him. She proceeded to remark knowingly:

"Since you described it that way, you must be going on a trip for the sake
of friends, right? All things considered, you were a guy who went all the
way to Kanazawa to help out a friend in need back when you were only in
sixth grade."

"Ah yeah. Now that you brought it up, something like that did happen."

It was a nostalgic memory he had almost forgotten.

At the time, a friend of Godou and Asuka's had run into trouble after
transferring to Kanazawa (the one in Ishikawa prefecture, naturally)... And
Godou departed after leaving a voice message of "Just gonna have a
look."

Godou had originally planned to go alone, but Asuka went along because
she was worried.

The Tokunaga family went into an uproar, believing "Could they have
eloped!?" As a side note, the Kusanagi family seemed to have reacted with
"Nothing special really" in complete nonchalance.

"Those fleeting footsteps of yours really scared me. And I was completely
awed by your savings which did not match your identity as an elementary
schooler. By the way, I've heard about your victories in the strange
contests held during the Kusanagi clan's New Year gatherings, who knew
you could gamble and win money from that..."

"......"

It was true indeed. The entire travel expenses of the two elementary
schoolers were borne by Godou alone.
Asuka had not brought enough money but Godou turned out to be rather
well off.

Every New Year's, the entire Kusanagi clan gathered for a banquet
followed by a mix of oriental and occidental games including Hanafuda,
cee-lo, backgammon, poker, mahjong. Children were supposed to be
forbidden from participating, but somehow Godou was able to slip past that
restriction at the age of six.

In the beginning, he participated mostly for fun.

However, after trying it out and winning big, he was forced to participate
every year thereafter as the adults said "this year you will be defeated" in
their quest for restored honor. Godou's successes were probably thanks to
the tricks taught by the elderly distant relative who had been the subject of
the legend of Kantou's strongest gambler in his youth.
Godou kept his winnings as rule-breaking "New Year's money" and saved
it all up. This became something of a tradition.

Next New Year's, it's probably time they start giving me a break, thought
Godou.

"So, make sure you're free next Saturday. Since her birthday will be here
soon, do try to be more mindful of Shizuka-chan's affairs, okay?"

Asuka went home after offering this advice.

Well, Asuka's not that bad after all. Godou once again reaffirmed the
qualities of his childhood friend.

Arriving back home, he found Shizuka who happened to be drinking tea in

the living room.

"Ah, Onii-chan. Welcome home. You came back early today."

Seeing his sister, Godou suddenly had an idea. Why not try out Asuka's
advice for once?

"Hey Shizuka, I'm going to be spending this coming weekend at a friend's

place, so I probably won't be home from Friday to Sunday."

"Eh!? Onii-chan is staying outside overnight again!?"

As expected, Shizuka entered a rather dangerous mood.

"I'm sorry, there was something planned last week that couldn't be
cancelled no matter what. However, I will be free on the 3rd of next month.
Where should we go out for some fun? Let's also ask Asuka out as well
since it's been a while."

December 3rd was the birthday of Kusanagi Shizuka.

Shizuka was unimpressed by Godou's sudden proposal.

"W-What do you think you're doing? Could it be, you are trying to use this
to hide something!?"
"There's nothing to hide. Since I've been away from home so much
recently, we haven't had as much time to spend together. Wouldn't it be
nice once in a while?"

Godou recalled his childhood memories when the two of them would often
play together.

Since both parents were always busy with work, the mother had moved
back into her old home after the divorce, and so the grandfather became
the "guardian," resulting in a decrease in opportunities for the siblings to
spend time together alone.
This was one of the reasons why Shizuka was overly sensitive about her
brother's conduct.

Perhaps in her mind, the brother was the only one who would never leave
her side. But that was too naive a notion. Hence, Godou would try as much
as possible to show her some care.

Finding her brother slightly repentant, Shizuka angrily turned her face
away.

"Onii-chan is really terrible, saying something like this, you don't treasure
me at all. I have plans too, so don't just suddenly say this kind of stuff."

"Suddenly? Isn't this advance enough in notice?"

"Despite how I look, I'm actually quite occupied. However, if Onii-chan

repents your infamous poor conduct by that time and goes out with the little
sister for some joyous fun, it's not like time can't be squeezed out from her
schedule."

In other words, going out together was fine?

How troublesome of her. But then again, this style of speaking was very
much in Shizuka's character. As he pondered how this obvious lack of
honesty made her unbelievably cute, Godou replied:

"Ah yes, I've repented and changed my ways, so let's make things like old
times once in a while, okay?"
"Hmph, suddenly saying something so reasonable, it's very suspicious. But
it would be a shame if Onii-chan's repentance were to be wasted. Let's
spend this year's birthday together. But you have to remember! If your
conduct becomes strange again, I will mercilessly ignore you next year!"
The little sister declared as she furiously continued to keep her face turned
away.
Godou replied "I'll remember." At the end of his wits, he displayed a smile
at the same time.

And so Godou finally resolved all the pressing personal problems, and was
prepared to set off.

At last, the weekend arrived — it was Friday after school.

Kusanagi Godou brought his luggage and left for Haneda Airport.

Accompanying him were the three girls, Erica Blandelli, Mariya Yuri and
Liliana Kranjcar.

The destination was England's Heathrow Airport. Plane tickets and other
preparations had all been arranged through the History Compilation
Committee's hospitable efforts.
Towards London, for the sake of meeting the witch of the highest rank,
Princess Alice. A journey began once more.
References
1.   ↑   Min Nan(閩南): a family of Chinese languages spoken in Taiwan
and parts of mainland China such as southern Fujian, eastern
Guangdong, Hainan, and southern
Zhejiang.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Min_Nan
2.   ↑   Nüwa(女媧): a goddess in ancient Chinese mythology best known
for creating mankind and repairing the wall of
heaven.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/N%C3%BCwa
3.   ↑   Leech Child(蛭子): pronounced "Hiruko," the original name of
Ebisu(恵比須), the Japanese god of fishermen, luck, and workingmen,
as well as the guardian of the health of small children. He was born
without bones and the first child of Izanagi and
Izanami.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ebisu_(mythology)
4.   ↑   South Seas(南洋): the Chinese name for the geographical region
south of China, particularly Southeast Asia. The term came into
common usage in self-reference to the large ethnic Chinese migrant
population in Southeast Asia, to be more precise, in Singapore, the
Philippines, Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia, and
Vietnam.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanyang_(region)
Chapter 2 - Affairs of the English Devil King
Part 1
The flight from Japan to England was more than twelve hours in duration.

Japan's time zone was nine hours ahead. When Godou's group departed
from Haneda Airport, it was evening in Japan.

Having spent half a day rocking in a plane, they finally descended onto
England's Heathrow Airport. However, it was still the same date as when
they had left Japan.
—Leaving Japan on the 17:00 flight, they arrived in England at 21:00 on
the same day.

Simply looking at the local departure and arrival times separately, it might
appear to be a reasonable journey. However, this sort of troublesome time
difference was shouldered by the travelers in the form of dizzying jet lag.
"No matter how many times I experience it, I still can't get used to it..."

Godou grumbled as he walked along the corridor in Heathrow Airport.

Due to jet lag, he was feeling dizzy and exhausted even though he had
clearly slept throughout the flight.
All the travelers from east Asia to Europe experienced suffering. Amongst
his fellow travelers, Yuri was exhausted to her limits, whereas Erica and
Liliana were still functioning thanks to their superior physical endurance,
but even they could not be described as especially energetic.

As a side note, London was extremely cold now that it was the latter half of
November.

The three girls were all wearing winter clothing. Erica was dressed in a red
collarless tweed coat and a tunic top with black leggings. Liliana was
wearing a blue jacket, a short one-piece dress and black tights. Yuri was
wearing a white duffel coat and dark gray pants.
"A hotel near the airport has already been booked. Let us head there to
rest for today."

Liliana announced as she stood with her back perfectly straight.

Speaking in that stern tone no matter how tired she was, perhaps that
could be considered one of her virtues?

"Let us rest well tonight in order to have energy tomorrow."

Godou nodded at Liliana's suggestion.

Whenever traveling long distance overseas, it was best to sleep according
to the local daylight cycle in order to synchronize the biological clock and
dispel the torments of jet lag.

"By the way, Erica-san, has permission to have an audience with

Alice-sama — the Princess been obtained?"
"Yes. I already contacted her a few days ago."

Erica took out her cellphone as she replied to Yuri's query, most likely to
check her text messages, and switched it on.

"Unless any problem arises, everything should go as planned. We will

meet the Princess tomorrow... Oh my."

"What happened?"

"The Princess sent a message."

Everyone crowded together for a look at the screen of Erica's phone.

A message written in English. It must have been sent while they were on
the plane.

'Oh what a disaster! Just when I received Erica's communication and was
getting ready to convene with Kusanagi-sama (naturally I shall have to
sneak out of the residence♪), Chief Lady-in-Waiting Miss Ericson was too
vigilant.

I was originally in high spirits, but suddenly discovered she had cast a
barrier around the residence to prevent me from escaping. Isn't that so
mean!?

I must now revise my escape plans. Once I make a decision, I will contact
you.
P.S. Why not simply have Kusanagi-sama destroy London? If such an
event were to happen, I can immediately declare an anti-Devil King
emergency at headquarters, thereby acquiring freedom of movement.'

"...She really sent this?"

Godou sighed as he recalled the dignified and lady-like impression he had
of Alice.

As a message sent by a lady carrying the title of Princess, it contained way

too many objectionable points.

Was her personality always this bubbly when online or sending messages?
Or perhaps she simply forgot to maintain her usual facade?

"She's some sort of noblewoman from a duke's family... Right?"

"Yes. Her family is related to high ranking nobles on the European

continent in olden days. She is also the renowned sage princess who has
mastered the wisdom of the occult, with contacts amongst the descendants
of druids as well as various magic associations descended from the
lineages of the Knights Templar. She has also been described as Europe's
highest ranking noblewoman, a woman who stands at the very pinnacle."
Pausing momentarily to recollect, Erica continued:
"Her health had always been frail, but her condition turned for the worse
six years ago, so she resigned from her duties as the Witenagemot
spokesperson to convalesce at a residence in London. Previously, she
sighed to me that she could no longer leave the house freely due to her
family's concerns over her heath."

"But last time with the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, she came to Japan
using a method like spirit body detachment, right?"

"Very likely, the barrier she mentioned at her residence is one which seals
the movement of ectoplasm. In order to prevent the Princess from
escaping."

Liliana answered as Godou wondered.

I see. But then again, in that case, it's fine even if she doesn't leave the
house.
"Why don't we go to her house instead. It's no big deal, right? Erica, ask
her that in your reply."

"Well Godou, we made a promise with the Princess."

Despite the reasonable suggestion, Erica shook her head.

"The Princess stated already. Since she agreed to provide full assistance
to Kusanagi Godou during his visit to England, the Princess expects us to
do all we can to help her 'go out.' Those are the terms of exchange."

"The Princess wants to leave the house at all costs... Will that be
detrimental to her health?"
Yuri spoke softly as she worried for Alice's health.

Beside her, Liliana sighed briefly and said:

"Well, I am also worried about that. With that body even more delicate than
a noblewoman's, I really wish she could settle down and wait quietly for us
to visit instead..."

"Perhaps because she has always been raised in a sheltered environment,

she is showing rebellious signs..."

"Is it simply rebelliousness...?"

As Erica mused, Godou muttered softly.

"In any case, we cannot let Godou-san destroy London. What should we
do?"

"On the contrary. As long as we give the Princess a justified pretext, it's
good enough."

Unexpectedly, Erica refuted Yuri's statement of moderation.

"Recently, the renown of Kusanagi Godou has increased greatly, which is

good. Godou, I will inform her of our plans, so you can go ahead and put
on a good show."

She had clearly thought up some kind of troublesome plan.

Oh well, this is for the purpose of seeing Alice, no other way around it.
Godou sighed as he nodded, resigned to his fate.
"We'll have to get up early for the busy day tomorrow. Let's all hurry and
get to bed."
"Speaking of getting up early, the one with the biggest problem is definitely
you, Erica."

Seeing Erica beginning to issue orders haughtily, Godou could not help but
retort.

Erica Blandelli was unable to get out of bed in the mornings unassisted. It
had reached the point where someone had to take her to school every day.
Nevertheless, the girl with the devil moniker smiled seductively:
"Oh my? That won't be a problem at all."

"How can you be so sure? For someone like you, even if the hotel's
morning call service was used, you'd simply ignore it and keep sleeping."

"What are you talking about? Getting me out of bed in the mornings is
obviously your duty."

Erica suddenly embraced Godou.

That elastic and amazingly voluptuous bosom and gorgeously supple body
were tightly pressed against Godou.

"This is an uncommon chance to stay in a hotel on a rare trip. Naturally, we

must share the same bed and enjoy a passionate night together as lovers
should, right?"

"......W-What?"

Godou shuddered with extraordinary fright. By the way, this kind of

situation—

Even though he had just noticed, was this not a desperate predicament? A
notion suddenly flashed across Godou's mind. Think about this. A single
male traveling with three girls, and in foreign lands as well. The trip last
week to Kisarazu was similar, but at least there were History Compilation
Committee members present at their lodgings.
This was totally a four-person expedition. Besides, the whole thing came
out of his own planning.

Haven't I grown way too accustomed to these strange situations?

Godou began to fear the situation he had personally created.
"...Traveling with everyone, but the only guy is me? Whether
Amakasu-san, Kaoru-san, Yinghua, or people from the Committee, none of
them are here, which means I'm the only one traveling with the rest?"

"Yes. Isn't that what you proposed in the first place, Godou?"

Hugging Godou's arm, Erica whispered in his ear.

Godou abruptly turned towards Yuri, making the quintessential Yamato

Nadeshiko bow her head with a blush. She was embarrassed.

"I-Indeed, that is the situation. Godou-san. Invited by you, I could not

possibly refuse..."

Mustering her courage, she murmured in a delicate and charming voice.

An ordinary group trip... Even with that description, there were too many
sensational aspects. Godou suddenly felt like he had received a blunt
knock on the head.

Then he turned his gaze to Liliana. The silver-haired knight showed

calmness indicative of universal acceptance.

"I have sworn to assist you for a lifetime. No matter how unreasonable, I
will put forth all my effort into fulfilling your orders... By the way, Erica. Is it
not time for you to separate from Godou? That is about enough."

"Ah Lily. Embracing each other like this, affirming the touch of each other's
existence, shouldn't that be allowed without any restriction? Don't say
something so insensitive."

Staring back directly, Erica was unfazed by her childhood friend and rival's
cold glare.

"Regardless, it is Godou himself who proposed taking us along with his

expedition. Should I not act in accordance as his lover? Without a
satisfying personal life, he won't be able to concentrate on work."
Feeling Erica's lips on his cheek, Godou began to curse his own stupidity.
It was not too late, act safely and cautiously! The first priority would be
struggling free from Erica's tight embrace, for continuing to stay this close
would be...
However, he could not even budge against Erica's magically enhanced
arm strength.
Furthermore, Liliana was glaring reproachfully at her childhood friend and
rival while casting admonishing gazes at Godou, filling him with
apprehension.

If this continued, Yuri would probably start lecturing...

Even though the sensations of Erica's passionate embrace were very

pleasurable, Godou felt like he was hugging explosives. Turning his gaze
to Yuri, he was surprised to find the Hime-Miko deep in thought with a
serious expression. Then she spoke slowly:
"This is not the first time for Erica-san to act in this manner... Perhaps it is
a good opportunity after all. I have a suggestion for everyone."

What kind of situation is this? Godou felt uneasy.

"Before we left, I was worrying this would happen and it would develop into
another argument like the time at Nikkou."

Yuri spoke with concern as she recalled what happened a few months ago.

A commotion had indeed occurred when Erica wanted to sleep with

Godou. In order to deter her, Yuri and Liliana ended up staying with them
in the same room...
"I feel that entering another disagreement over similar issues would be
extremely foolish. After all, opportunities for us to travel together with
Godou-san will only increase from now on... Hence, I think we should
handle things in the following manner."

Yuri lifted her head with determination and swept her gaze across the
group.
Hime-Miko — true to the title of "Hime," Yuri displayed a most solemn
expression.

She was right. Godou felt relieved. Senseless commotions would only
waste time and energy, so everyone needed to be reminded to act with
propriety. This was very helpful of Yuri.
"Whenever we go traveling, everyone needs to stay in the same room... I
think that should be established as the rule. Is this not the best method to
eliminate contention?"

Oh my god, what happened to propriety...?

Godou was flabbergasted by the radical proposal which was the furthest
thing from propriety. Nevertheless, to his utter surprise, Erica and Liliana
began to ponder Yuri's proposal in earnest.

Part 2
Ah, the sunshine is so bright...

Watching the rising sun through the hotel window, Godou was using the
sofa as a bed. Having maintained his reason and sanity throughout so
many crises, Godou was a bit impressed with himself...
Liliana had made a booking at the hotel.

But thanks to Erica's meddling, the booking had been changed.

Originally, there was an additional room as proper for separation by

gender. As a male, Godou was not going to spend the night in the same
room with three girls. However, that booking was cancelled. Instead, a
spacious room with only a single large size double bed had been arranged
for the whole group...

And so, one night passed—

Currently, three beautiful maidens were deep in their dreams, lying on the
double bed.

Obviously, they were Erica, Yuri and Liliana. The extra size bed was more
than ample for the three slender girls. Seeing them get along so well, it
was a sight that brought a smile to one's face.

However, Godou only glanced briefly before averting his gaze immediately.

The girls' uncouth sleeping postures were so troubling he could not bear to
watch.
Even though Yuri and Liliana were wearing nightgowns, the lower hems
had been displaced by random movements in their sleep, revealing bare
legs in their dazzling white glory.
Naturally, Erica was the same as usual, sleeping in her underwear,
wrapped in a blanket.
Her sleeping appearance was not very graceful, but being able to see her
in such a vulnerable and honest state was quite a treat.

Cornered by such a scene, Godou felt his sanity being assaulted. With
three beautiful girls, their attack power was tripled, or rather, cubed.

"Thanks... Thanks to that, I woke up this early..."

Watching the morning sunshine, Godou muttered to himself.

Last night, after hearing Yuri's proposal...

"Indeed... Though it sounded rather radical at first, it is in actual fact quite a

reasonable idea. If everyone is gathered in one place, we can keep an eye
on each other."
That was Liliana's response as she glared at Erica who continued to
embrace Godou.

"Well, it's true from the perspective of equal opportunity. This idea is not
bad."

Erica consented with a slightly bored expression, still tightly pressed

against Godou.

Despite the adamant protests of the leader Godou, all the girls ignored
him. Thereafter, nothing noteworthy occurred.
Besides the likes of Godou trying to flee but being foiled by Erica's casting
of [Locking] magic on the door.

Or the intense heart racing caused by the girls taking baths or changing.

Or being exhausted by the long journey, only to find the bed occupied by
three sprawling girls.
Or things like Erica's tempting "why not sleep together?", Yuri and Liliana's
profound gazes, being embroiled in various arguments. In the end, Godou
slept by himself on the lonely sofa couch. Unable to enter slumber, he
suffered lying awake until late into the night.

Completely unnoteworthy, right?

In any case, morning came to the hotel at Heathrow Airport.

"Coffee... Let me find something to drink."

Getting up from the couch, Godou muttered.

"If you wish, let me prepare it? ...Godou-san?"

"Since we came to England, how about some tea? The equipment is here."

Voices came from behind.

Godou turned to find Yuri and Liliana getting up from bed.

"I'm sorry, was I too loud?"

"Do not be concerned. Today will be a busy day and I had intended to get
up early."

"Yes, same for me."

Yuri nodded in agreement with Liliana. The two began to prepare tea
together using the teapot and tea ware provided in the room.
Like Japanese hotels, most English hotels were also equipped to make
tea.

Looking at the girls' appearance, Godou felt rather worried.

The two of them were still in their nightgowns. Yuri's usually meticulously
combed hair was slightly ruffled by sleep while Liliana's long silver hair was
unbound from her usual ponytail.

In other words, this was a sight normally reserved for family.

Except maybe close friends for occasional sleepovers, or intimate
couples...
"By the way, Mariya Yuri. I really like your idea, it is a bit unlike your usual
style."

While brewing tea, Liliana suddenly spoke.

"Ah, yes. In actual fact, it occurred to me when Ena-san was telling me
about what happened during the time we were turned into stone."

"Ah, that time."

The silver-haired knight nodded at Yuri's answer.

It was a completely natural conversation, but Godou somehow felt uneasy.

Perhaps it was the mention of the unaware troublemaker, Seishuuin Ena.

"During the incident last week, Godou-san and Ena-san spent a night
together under the same blanket in the same room at the same inn...
Ena-san told me with great embarrassment. As all sorts of thoughts and
feelings converged, I came up with this proposal..."

"......Hmph. Is that so?"

Hearing Yuri's mournful confession, Liliana muttered monotonously.

Then she brought the readied tea over to Godou.

"It is ready, drink up while it is hot."

"T-Thanks. Looks delicious."

"No. These are not quality tea leaves so I expect the taste to be average.
Anyway, Kusanagi Godou, now that I think about it, I have forgotten to
hear your detailed report about the events during our petrification. As your
premier knight, this is an inexcusable oversight. My utmost apologies."
Liliana's apology felt very business-like and imposing. Godou steadied
himself.

"...In order for me to reflect thoroughly, please do enlighten me. Tell me the
details of what transpired during the night Mariya Yuri and I were petrified.
Is that fine?"
Godou turned to glance at the clock. There were still two or three hours
until breakfast.
During this time, there was apparently no way to escape Liliana's
interrogation. A crisis indeed.
On the other hand, Erica remained sound asleep despite the current
atmosphere.

The sight of her face in peaceful slumber made Godou incredibly jealous.

After enduring the exhausting morning, Godou finally managed to appease

Liliana's wrath.

The group went for breakfast once Erica slowly crept out of bed.

The traditional English breakfast was known for its sumptuous abundance.
The hotel where Godou's group stayed was one which maintained such a
custom.

Offerings included fried eggs and crispy bacon, grilled tomatoes, hash
browns, baked beans with mushrooms, sausages, thinly-sliced toast, etc...

A morning meal with a wide assortment of food.

Yuri could not finish everything with her small appetite, but the other three
made an excellent display of their bottomless stomachs, clearing
everything out without wastage — not simply due to the quantity, for the
taste was rather good as well.
After breakfast, the group left the hotel and took a taxi cab.

The ride from Heathrow to London took a few dozens of minutes. As

planned originally, Godou's destination was Greenwich in the suburbs
rather than the tourist attractions in London's city center.

Without needing to drive towards the usual tourist attractions, the taxi
made its way rather quickly.

"A rare chance for me to visit England, what a pity."

Godou muttered to himself as he sat on the passenger side next to the

driver.
As his first visit to this foreign capital, it was only natural to want to go for a
sightseeing tour.
However, he was alone in that regard. Whether Erica, Liliana or even Yuri,
all of them had been to London too many times in the past.

Very soon, the raging currents of the River Thames came into view.
Godou had heard of the famed river numerous times. Greenwich was a
little town next to the Thames.

Getting off the taxi, Erica led the way at her usual familiar pace.

Everyone followed.

Greenwich was the little town known for the famous Royal Observatory.
Established in the seventeenth century as the zeroth degree longitude, the
observatory was the basis for Greenwich Mean Time.

There were other worthwhile attractions such as the National Maritime

Museum and Greenwich Park. This was also the location of the
organization where Princess Alice once served as the spokesperson — the
Witenagemot's headquarters.

"Unlike our respective organizations, the [Bronze Black Cross] and the
[Copper Black Cross], the Witenagemot of Greenwich is not a magic
association. An extreme description would be something like a mutual aid
society."
Liliana explained as they walked in the little town.
"Mutual aid society?"

"Yes. It was originally a simple organization where members exchanged

occult knowledge, thereby obtaining insight from one another. Whenever a
member's research stagnated in progress, the others would offer financial
or academic assistance."

I see, so it's really like a mutual aid society. Godou understood now.
"As time went on, the Witenagemot established many independent
research organizations one after another, and became a great authority
especially with the founding of the Academy, thus engendering its current
unique position... Furthermore, the Witenagemot was established in the
nineteenth century during England's Victorian era. At the time, they were
forced to continually strengthen the organization in order to survive."

"In order to survive... Sounds quite dangerous."

Godou puzzled over Liliana's explanation.

Standing beside him, Yuri shuddered slightly as she spoke:

"Back then, London was where that person — Dejanstahl Voban lived.
Reportedly, he was enjoying city life in the rapidly developing capital of the
British Empire..."

"Eh, that old gramps?"

The demon who viewed gods as prey and caused other Devil Kings to
tremble before him.

The memories of the old Marquis who maintained a facade of intellect over
his true "bestial" nature were still extremely vivid.

"Back then when he was still a young man, he reportedly went to pay a
formal visit to Queen Victoria just for fun."

"In order to protect England and the queen from the Marquis' threat, the
Witenagemot began to devote serious resources to researching the Devil
King Campiones. This is actually quite a famous incident."

Liliana recounted it as a legend, but Yuri unexpectedly knew the inside

story.

Staying in the same city and living under the shadow of that monster must
have been suffering. Godou offered his condolences to Alice's
predecessors.

"Great, we've arrived. Hurry and get ready."

Erica called out to everyone as she stopped before a certain pub.

So this was an English pub? Godou was a bit impressed as he followed

Erica. Naturally, Yuri and Liliana came along as well.

The pub was rather ancient but kept very clean and tidy.

There was a wondrous relaxing atmosphere inside the dim interiors. The
evenings were probably filled with nearby men gathering for fish and chips,
drinking beer, chatting, and watching soccer matches.
However, it was currently morning.
There were no other people apart from the middle-aged man who was
preparing to open the place.
Greeting Erica cheerfully, he welcomed Godou attentively with a fearful
gaze as he led everyone inside.

"Was the guy just now one of Erica's comrades?"

"He is a member of the [Copper Black Cross] who is stationed at

Greenwich. My association has personnel distributed all over Europe in
this manner to receive the latest news on the Witenagemot... So Godou,
please act in the manner you have agreed to."
Opening the lid of a notebook computer at the cashier, Erica replied.

"It can't be helped... Fine, I will try."

It was too late to back out. Godou's voice was low and gloomy.

In less than twenty minutes, the door to the pub opened and a Caucasian
woman in her latter thirties entered.

Wearing thin-rimmed glasses, her demeanor was the complete

embodiment of a strict governess.

"I was invited to pay a visit. But how unexpected for His Highness the Devil
King to come to London personally..."

The one greeting in a trembling voice, was Miss Ericson indeed.

She was the Chief Lady-in-Waiting employed in service of Princess Alice

who lived in London's high class residential neighborhood. Last night, Erica
had contacted her through her business cellphone, and set up an
appointment in the name of Kusanagi Godou.

Also, the Princess who had given this phone number only disclosed her
name.

"Kusanagi Godou-sama. For what purpose have you come to visit this
land?"

Miss Ericson spoke as she glared at Godou.

What impressive boldness. However, a closer inspection revealed a certain
stiffness in her expression, as if she was rather tense from having to
engage a tyrannical(?) Devil King in a private conversation.
"Yes — nice to meet you. Actually I have a task I hope you could perform
as quickly as possible. I'm quite sorry to call you out expressly..."

Godou answered as he secretly cursed his deficient acting skills.

Before they left the hotel, Erica had taught him "to speak this way." Without
using too much acting, he was to take things cool and steady.

"W-We of the Witenagemot will not bow down to the tyranny of the Devil
King Campione!"

"Is that so? But as you should know, such stubbornness, in regards to both
our sides, will not result in a favorable outcome, right...?"
Godou spoke in a stiff tone of voice he rarely used.

Probably due to the awkwardness he was trying to suppress in his heart.

He felt really apologetic for saying such things to someone in their first
encounter. I really should find a time to apologize afterwards. Godou
thought to himself as he continued:

"What I would like to say is this, I have actually not said anything too
unreasonable. I just want to ask gently if you would kindly listen to our
wish, that is all..."

As he finished delivering his dry speech, he found Erica had made her way
behind Miss Ericson.
Standing at a spot out of sight from the strict Chief Lady-in-Waiting, Erica
held up a sketchbook.

Something was written on it...

'You need to act more like a Devil King, show some majestic solemnity
when you speak! Don't mess up this rare chance to debut in England! You
have to announce to the world: I, Kusanagi Godou, have arrived!'

...I'm gonna ignore it.

Coughing to clear his throat, Godou asked "How about that?"

At this moment, a beauty's face appeared on the screen of the notebook
computer at the cashier. In fact, it was a video conference program that
had just started up.
The beauty possessing dazzling platinum blonde hair was Princess Alice,
of course.
'Well! Why have you come to this place, Campione? Could it be that you
have come all the way from Japan to cause chaos by destroying London!?'

Alice's beautiful face shimmered with awesome splendor.

She was really enjoying herself, playing the role of the "highborn princess
who raged with a great sense of mission" perfectly.

...Or maybe, she should probably act with greater prudence.

'I will not tolerate such actions! Miss Ericson, please dispel the barrier at
the residence immediately. I implore you to allow me, Alice Louise of
Navarre, the former spokesperson of the Witenagemot, to have an
audience with the Devil King in person to negotiate directly.'

The Princess commanded her Chief Lady-in-Waiting through the notebook

computer over the internet.

However, this shout only served to return Miss Ericson to her senses. She
calmly adjusted her glasses and said:
"...Princess. Why have you appeared during my meeting with
Kusanagi-sama in what could be described as an unnatural manner with
such perfect timing?"

'Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Worry about these

minor details later!'

"These are no mere minor details. It is a most serious problem. Could it be

possible that the Princess has made some sort of shady deal with the Devil
King Campione!? First there was Alexandre Gascoigne, then Italy's Sir
Salvatore Doni recently! How unrepentant!"

'Uhohoho, what was that? Well, Kusanagi-sama, tell me your demands. If

you can spare London in exchange for my person, I will pay you a visit no
matter where you are!'

"Yes, well... It's not like I want to do anything violent, but I would be most
appreciative if you could come out to meet me."

Clumsily reacting in concert with the Princess, Godou spoke emotionlessly.

In the end, under the Princess's threat of "the Devil King will attack London
and bring chaos unless she is liberated," Miss Ericson relented with a bitter
expression, thereby bringing the commotion to a conclusion.

Part 3
Dozens of minutes passed after Miss Ericson had left.
A dashing beauty made her appearance in the pub where Godou was
waiting.

Wearing a white weightless-looking long coat, it was the princess with

platinum blonde hair. Suffice to say, this was Princess Alice.
"Please accept my utmost gratitude for freeing up this time for me."

Alice greeted elegantly as she gazed into Godou's face.

Her current dignified presence was just as unbelievable as the enthusiastic
display just now. Well, to be overly critical of that point would be a bit too
tactless. Acting as if nothing had happened, Godou said:

"Is it really okay for your health if you visit personally?"

"Yes. As Kusanagi-sama knows, I am using that certain ability. My body

remains at rest in bed, so don't worry."
That certain ability — spirit body detachment. Godou nodded.

Having revealed her secret, Alice grinned mischievously then turned to all
the girls present to display a bright and cheerful smile.

"It's been quite some time, Erica! Of course I would never forget you all.
Liliana of the Kranjcar family, as well as Kusanagi-sama's attendant Yuri.
Fufufu, my memory's not bad, right?"

Greeted by the noblewoman, Erica smiled elegantly.

Yuri frantically shrank back and nodded in acknowledgement while Liliana

silently bowed her head.

None of the three girls spoke. They were expressing their noninterference
in Godou and Alice — the negotiations between the Devil King and the
former spokesperson of the Witenagemot.

Furthermore, there was an implied expression of reverence for the one

known as Europe's White Miko-Hime, the most noble celebrity in the magic
world. No matter how cheerfully she had tried to strike up conversation, the
difference in stature was obvious — this was the most likely reason for
expressing respect.

At the same time, Alice very naturally accepted the respect offered by
Erica and the rest.
This was not acting haughty or overbearing. For Alice who stood as a
"Hime," it was only natural. Whether acting emotional and reckless on
occasion, or upfront and straightforward on others, this was her character
that accepted such offers of respect.

As befitted a princess, thought Godou, deeply impressed.

"By the way, Kusanagi-sama. I heard from Erica that Alexandre stole an
unidentified divine artifact from Japan—"

Alice spoke as she walked over with Godou to a table and sat down.

The other three girls stayed by the cash register.

"Yeah. Anyway, I think I need to have a serious word with him after I take
care of the Lancelot problem first... Perhaps, this could very well develop
into an extremely messy affair."

An eye for an eye, wasn't that right? After all, the other guy was the
instigator.

Kusanagi Godou was a pacifist. However, he was not a believer in

nonresistance. Even if there existed an option of appeasement, he would
not give up on retaliation.

"Well, it's expected of you. Yes, it wouldn't be interesting otherwise!"

"Eh?"

Hearing her jest-filled statement, Godou stared directly into Alice face.

At the same time, Europe's most exalted noblewoman smiled elegantly.

"No, it's just something on my side. Don't be concerned. Anyway,

Kusanagi-sama, would you like to listen to my advice?"

"Yes, of course. What is it?"

Princess Alice possessed extraordinary spirit powers and insight. Godou

had caught a glimpse of her talents during the fight against his sworn elder
sister Her Eminence Luo Hao. He proceeded to adjust his sitting posture.

"Kusanagi-sama has either made friends with or already battled several of

my friends... Sir Salvatore, Marquis Voban, Her Eminence Luo Hao, John
Pluto Smith-sama etc. You should know very well what truly unreasonable
existences Campiones are."

Definitely. Godou naturally recalled his fellow peers who all possessed way
too much personality.
As Godou nodded, Alice spoke with slight concern:
"Compared to the others, Alexandre is decisively different. As a result, you
may at first find him much easier to deal with compared to the other Devil
Kings. However, please be careful for this becomes a trap when fighting
him."

"A decisive difference?"

"Yes. The previous Campiones you have fought, each and every one of
them is quite old fashioned — or rather, legendary. They are essentially
mighty heroes who do not concern themselves with petty details. Though
they may employ cunning tactics on occasion, ultimately they depend on
natural instincts and impulses. They all harbor a bestial competitiveness
that modern humans have long forgotten, a group of people who slays
gods through momentary passion..."

Indeed, they were all people of that sort.

Alice's assessment of "old-fashioned." What an interesting perspective

indeed.

"Hence, Alexandre is the only one who retains traits of modern humans.
His neurotic personality obsesses over details. Naturally sharp instincts yet
a strategist. Even though his extraordinary competitiveness drives him to
hate failure with a passion, that kind of bestial feeling he gives off is slightly
different."
Black Prince Alec and White Princess Alice were archrivals.

Recalling Erica's words, Godou concurred with a "uh huh." I see, since
they had dealt with each other over such a long period of time, she could
recall the details of her opponent's personality instantly.

"That man neither possesses the same magnanimity as Marquis Voban,

nor Her Eminence Luo Hao's otherworldly logic, nor Smith-sama's sense of
mystery. However, underestimating him based on these observations
would be falling into his trap. He is a rare person who possesses a fine
intellect but never uses it for anything proper!"

"But I think he saved you once before, right?"

Based on Alice's reluctant expression, it must be true.

The Princess seemed embarrassed by past shame, and nodded gently.
"I feel ashamed every time I recall it... Alexandre probably cannot reach
the heights of Genghis Khan or King Richard the Lionheart, but he can
definitely become someone like Napoleon Bonaparte. He also has a
reputation like Arsene Lupin's. That is the kind of [King] he is. Please bear
that in mind."

Godou understood what the Princess was trying to say.

The Black Prince could not indulge in merciless slaughter to become a

great barbaric hero or a valorous king of knights.
On the other hand, he rivaled modern military geniuses and was a man
who brought to life the archetype of the gentlemanly thief from adventure
novels. What kind of Campione was he ultimately?

Imagining the appearance of this intimidating foe, Godou secretly trembled

with excitement.

"Anyway, Alice-san, shouldn't we get to the main topic of discussion?"

Before everything else, Godou had another formidable enemy to handle

first, so he changed the subject.

"If it's alright with you, please tell me about Lancelot. I heard from Liliana
that he is the guardian god of witches like you."

"Yes. Kusanagi-sama came to visit for this very reason."

Alice pondered as she spoke softly.

"However, I must apologize. Indeed, he is the guardian deity of the highest

ranking witches. However, this does not mean that we have access to the
details of his origins."

"It's like that?"

"Yes. Starting from the Middle Ages, top witches established their own
network and had regular gatherings like the "Walpurgisnacht."[1] The one
who founded this network was the Witch Queen of that time, the previous
generation's Guinevere-sama."

"Previous generation's Guinevere!?"

"Yes. The present Guinevere-sama, is the second generation reincarnated
several decades ago."
"The first generation in the Middle Ages, and the second in the modern
age... What a long interval."
"The rebirth of Divine Ancestors requires centuries to complete. That's
probably the reason."

Rebirth required centuries. So the immortal witch apparently had a

weakness.

As Godou noted to himself, Alice continued:

"The first generation's Guinevere was born several centuries after the
prototype of King Arthur's legend, the 'King of the End,' went into dormant
slumber. She was then murdered around the end of the twelfth century. As
her protector, Lancelot also 'conveniently' guards top witches under her
command."

"—Eh?"

Godou was shocked by Alice's calm disclosure.

Her statement just now, seemed to be filled with incomparably crucial

facts...

"The 'King of the End' who was the prototype of King Arthur? Isn't he the
mortal enemy of us Campiones, who manifests at the end of eras?"

"Well, if Kusanagi-sama already knows about him, this greatly simplifies

what I need to explain. Much appreciated."

Alice smiled lightly.

"Is that 'King of the End' King Arthur?"

"No, he's not."

The question that cut straight to the crux of the matter, was nonchalantly
refuted. What on earth was going on?
"When Heretic Arthur appeared six years ago, we were able to disprove
the notion. Thanks to that, the second generation's Guinevere-sama
entered a state of partial insanity, which is most terrible... When
Alexandre's hypothesis that 'the King of the End is actually not King Arthur'
was confirmed, that smug face of his was just asking for a beating, it
makes me so mad every time I think of it!"
Clenching her fist, Alice grumbled.

At the same time, the girls who had been silent so far began to get excited.

"Did King Arthur really become a [Heretic God], Princess!?"

"And six years ago!?"

Erica and Liliana were shocked.

Not only as Europeans but knights as well, the importance with which they
regarded the name of King Arthur was probably impossible for Japanese
like Godou or Yuri to fathom.
Alice smiled mischievously as she explained to the red and blue knights.

"Yes. Since it's a long story, I'll show you later the report from that time.
However, don't go telling anyone, okay? Even within the Witenagemot,
only members of the Diogenes Club are privy to this secret."
"Understood." The knights replied with reverence.

Nodding in acknowledgement, Alice turned back to Godou.

"Let's get back to the topic and talk about the war god Lancelot. Amongst
the stories of the Knights of the Round Table, Sir Lancelot's episodes were
all creations based on the first Guinevere's knowledge of King Arthur's
myth... In particular, a number of characters were added based on
Chrétien de Troyes' works. As a result, these myths are completely
unhelpful in regard to deciphering the original divinity of Lancelot."

The Princess nonchalantly entered the main subject.

Seeking her assistance was the correct decision — Godou was deeply
impressed.

"How about this? Visit the lands related to him, to understand what kind of
god he is — the best plan is to clear your thoughts and humbly open
yourself to the truth. Kusanagi-sama, you already hold the corresponding
trump card in your hand."

Saying that, Alice turned her gaze to the girl who had maintained silence.
The miko with the highest level of spirit vision, Mariya Yuri. The beauty with
the brown-tinted black hair nodded towards at the Princess' words. Only at
this time did Godou suddenly notice.
Alice was English while Yuri was native to Japan.

Nevertheless, both of them gave off an aura that was similar in a certain
way.
"Let's visit Somerset first, Yuri. Go there and feel those claw marks carved
and left behind by the Witch Queen and Lancelot du Lac."

"Yes, I shall do as you suggest."

Yuri's unhesitating answer elicited a gentle smile from Alice.

"Hohoho, no problem. I'm certain you will feel something. I also plan on
tagging along to provide assistance."

"Eh? Even the Princess herself!?"

"Ah, no need. You don't have to go so far."

Seeing Yuri intimidated, Godou hurriedly tried to refuse.

However, Princess Alice responded in a loud voice:

"No problem! If I had to articulate it, this is my personal interest. If I don't

take a stroll once in a while, I feel like my bones are going to rot."

"Huh..."

"Actually from a while ago, I've been thinking of teaching Yuri some basics.
Since this will be a good opportunity, let us get along well together during
our travels."

She did not seem like she would take no for an answer. Godou had no
choice but to accept her request.

"With regard to Guinevere-sama and Lancelot, I will also tell you

everything I know about them... Well, even though Alexandre was the one
who elucidated most of it."

Alice spoke with slight displeasure.

"Really, for that person to display exceptional talent in such an area. Pitting
wits against him is always such a pain!"
Gascoigne again? Godou somehow felt a vague sense of uneasiness.
Campiones were god-slaying warriors. However, Black Prince Alec was
different. He was the adventurer who had solved numerous mysterious
riddles, and a resourceful strategist at the same time. A talented man who
flew like the wind with thunderous ferocity and a genius who acted with
decisive willfulness...

Godou had a feeling that he would one day suffer for it if Gascoigne was
not dealt with soon.

However, his first priority was uncovering the mystery of Lancelot—

Consciously ignoring that restless unease, Godou directed himself to solve

the pressing problem at hand.

Part 4
Alice's chosen destination of Somerset county was located in southwestern
England.

It was a well-known tourist destination for communing with nature. In other

words, it was largely non-metropolitan and dominated by picturesque rural
and agricultural scenery.

"Come to think of it, isn't the county where Gascoigne established his
faction's stronghold nearby?"

"Yes. West of Somerset, a museum in a little town called St. Ives located in
England's westernmost region of Cornwall. A town inhabited by many
artists, with numerous art galleries and museums."

Somerset was three hours away from London by car.

Sitting in a car racing along the highway, Alice said:

"Although it has nothing to do with this trip, why don't we go the extra mile
and have a look? Even if we visit [Royal Arsenal] right away, it should be
empty."

"Empty?"
"Yes. Alexandre would never give meaningless orders to his subordinates
such as defending against or intercepting a Campione's attack. Instead he
would most likely command them all to retreat swiftly."

This car was a limousine provided by Alice.

The driving was assigned to a professional driver while Godou and the rest
sat in the back seats.
There was a divider isolating the driver from the passenger area. Sitting in
a row opposite Alice and Godou were Erica, Liliana and Yuri. However,
there would still be plenty of room even if everyone were to stretch their
legs straight.

Within the spacious vehicle, Erica and Liliana were reading the information
Alice had provided to them.

"This is the report concerning [Heretic Arthur]..."

"Did such a serious incident happen six years ago..."

"During that particular incident, Guinevere-sama lost all the magical power
stored in the Holy Grail. After that, we were able to seal Heretic Arthur
away through Alexandre and my combined power. At the very least, one
could conclude 'all's well that ends well.'"
Alice sighed as she explained.

"For that person to have returned, and caused the incident in Japan last
week... Kusanagi-sama, through that incident, we of the Witenagemot have
confirmed a certain principle."
"Principle?"

"Yes. That principle is this: when a [Heretic God] descends upon the
human world, the body and mind take form based on 'myths.' In other
words, when myths change, a god's nature will be altered accordingly."

It seemed like Alice was about to start giving a lecture on Lancelot.

Godou began to sit up straight to listen attentively as soon as he caught

Alice's serious tone of voice.

"For example, suppose there was a war god who was renowned as the
'greatest knight' in this world. However, a thousand years ago, that was not
his true identity. So, what would happen if that deity were to descend
tomorrow—"
"Would he descend as 'the greatest knight'?"

"That's right. Nevertheless, suppose he had descended as a [Heretic God]

fifteen centuries ago... Even if the myths change, there will be no effect
and he will continue to exist in the human world, maintaining the divinity he
started with."

"...So, you're talking about Lancelot after all?"

"Yes. To understand Sir Lancelot, three obstacles need to be overcome.
First of all, he was a god who manifested over a thousand years ago.
Secondly, throughout these one thousand years and more, all the myths
intimately linked to him have been lost, making investigations extremely
difficult. Third and last of all, many people have 'created' new myths about
him as the 'greatest knight' and spread them far and wide, further
obscuring the truth."

Godou recalled a name that Alice had mentioned at Greenwich.

"Earlier you mentioned someone called Chret-something, right?"

"Yes. Chrétien de Troyes. The twelfth-century troubadour who wrote the

first stories where Lancelot appeared. He was most likely a mage
descended from the lineages of the Knights Templar and is suspected of
colluding with the Witch Queen of that time, the first Guinevere."
"Eh!?"

"He and his companions were the ones who added Guinevere-sama and
Sir Lancelot as major characters in the new Arthurian legends. As a result,
trying to discern Sir Lancelot's original divinity from the stories of the
Knights of the Round Table becomes extremely difficult..."

Investigating the details surrounding Lancelot turned out to be a much

tougher mission than expected. Godou went "Hmm..." as he hugged his
shoulders, deep in thought, then he looked at Yuri.

"Yes. Consequently, this child's spirit vision becomes exceedingly

important. Hohoho. So, we shall be relying on you, Yuri?"

"Y-Yes! I fully pledge my humble efforts... But I cannot be certain if I may

be of help..."

"No problem. I can guarantee you that. Ah, but don't ask why. All I can say
is, it's female intuition."
The Princess smiled gently as Yuri cringed timidly. Her tone of voice was
rather subtle, seemingly straddling the line between joking and being
serious.
After that, Alice did not discuss anything more about practical matters.
Ending the explanations for Godou, the Princess began to chat cheerfully
with Erica, Liliana and Yuri. Perhaps she was worried about the
Hime-Miko's mental stress.

The car made its way speedily without congestion, then exited the highway
and entered local roads.

Looking out the window, green pastures were everywhere. Gentle rolling
hills traced curves over the land, creating undulating patterns.

Amidst this farmland scenery, Godou noticed something suspicious.

"What was that just now?"

In the corner of an abandoned field they had just passed through, there
was a massive stone structure.

It was constructed out of three rectangular stones, in a manner like a

house of cards — using two massive stones as pillars with one lying
horizontally on top. Each stone must have weighed several tons.

"Come to think of it, I've seen similar things in Sardinia."

"That's right, Godou. Monoliths left behind by prehistoric European natives

called dolmens. Many of them can be found on Sardinia as well as the
mainland. Yes, there was also one near the place where we encountered
the god Melqart."

"...Ah yes, that one!"

Prompted by Erica, Godou's memories were reawakened.

"The various monoliths scattered across Britain are believed to have been
constructed by indigenous peoples between the end of the Neolithic Age
and the Bronze Age, even earlier than the arrival of the Celts. Similar types
of monoliths can be found on the European continent — especially in the
region of Brittany in France."
Alice explained from beside Godou.
"Crossing the sea from Cornwall reaches Brittany directly. Even for an
island country isolated by the ocean, culture will be influenced by
communication and trade with the mainlanders. This is proof of that."
Just as the conversation reached this point, the car stopped in the
wilderness.
One of the passenger doors in the back opened, indicating the destination
had been reached. First Erica then Liliana, followed by Godou and Yuri,
with Alice last — everyone got off in turn.

A survey of the surroundings found fields all around. Other than the new
arrivals, not a single soul was in sight.

Furthermore, the monolith standing upright in this scene—

This one turned out to be round. Not like a sphere, but a massive circle
roughly ten meters in diameter. A hole was drilled through its center with
magnificent workmanship, making it look like a ring made of rock.

This massive ring of stone stood upright in the middle of the wilderness.

What a majestic and astonishing sight.

"...White Goddess—? And the King of War...?"

Suddenly, Yuri began to speak softly.

With shaking footsteps, she walked towards the toroidal monolith.

"Monolithic civilization is the heritage left behind by indigenous peoples.

Hence, monoliths like this were preserved for future ages and inherited by
later peoples who took over Britain."

Watching Yuri who was walking towards the massive stone, Alice
explained.

"It was said that whether the Celts, the Romans or the Saxons, all of them
firmly believed these monoliths to be sacred objects and sacred places, or
even gods themselves, and thus they protected them."

Finally, Yuri touched the toroidal monolith.

The Hime-Miko's gentle and beautiful face showed a wise expression as

she closed her eyes.
"Six years ago, during the 'Heretic Arthur Incident,' Guinevere-sama and
Sir Lancelot held a major ritual at this location for the sake of releasing the
Holy Grail's magical power to the maximum. There should still be some
remnants of their aura in this place. I was hoping 'if it's Yuri, will she be
able to read something?' when I suggested coming here."

As Godou listened carefully to Alice, Yuri opened her eyes once more.
Then she collapsed, as if all strength had been stolen from her knees,
making her unable to stand. It appeared that the oracle obtained through
spirit vision was quite draining.

"Mariya!" "Get a hold of yourself, Yuri!" "Did you see something!?"

Godou frantically ran to her as Erica and Liliana also gathered around.

Godou cradled the Hime-Miko's back with his arm, trying to support her.
Liliana also extended a helping hand immediately. At this time, Yuri smiled
weakly and said:

"The White Goddess, as well as the opposing King of War. I then saw the
name Sarmatae... Could that be the name of an ancient country?"

"No. Sarmatae... Also known as Sarmatia, was not a country—"

"The name of an ancient tribe. Yes, since Lancelot belongs to the most
primitive of [Steel], of course that would be the place...!"

Erica and Liliana replied excitedly to Yuri's whispers. It seemed like it was
a name within the knights' expectations. Just as Godou felt thankful as he
carried Yuri on his back to return to the car...

VROOOOOOOOOOM!

The loud and dynamic sound of vehicle exhaust could be heard.

Following the direction of the noise, a large motorcycle could be seen
approaching.

It was a Harley-Davidson. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket and
leather pants, along with shades. The helmet had no visor and looked like
an iron hat. It was an appearance that adhered faithfully to the image of
the stereotypical Harley rider.
"What is that man doing here? He sure does not look like some new age
hippy coming to a power spot to pray for luck..."

"Could that be Esteemed Uncle!?"

Just as Liliana muttered to herself in doubt, Erica exclaimed with surprise.

The Harley stopped right before Godou's group as the black-clad rider took
off his helmet and dismounted, walking into their midst.

"As I thought... It's been a while, Esteemed Uncle Iceman."

"You've grown to become even more beautiful, Erica. I didn't realize since
we've only been talking on the phone lately. Even though it's been many
years and I've got lots to talk with the niece of my enemy Paolo, let's leave
it for another time. Today I came to deliver a message."

The man took off his shades as he answered in a tone of voice carrying
great meaning.

The handsome and solemn face of a Caucasian in his mid-thirties was

revealed.

"A pleasure to meet you for the first time, Kusanagi Godou. I am the
retainer of Alexandre Gascoigne, Iceman... Ah, and of course, it is my
pleasure to meet you again, Princess."
This man was Sir Iceman whom Erica had mentioned before.

Why did he come here? As Godou wondered, the legendary knight handed
him a letter.

"Please accept this letter which our commander-in-chief Alec had sent to
us by magic and ordered to be delivered to you."

"He expressly sent this to me? What on earth is it?"

Reading the letter, Godou was stunned.

'This humble one recently decided to execute a little plan. With regard to
this, I have repeatedly warned you, asking you to watch without
interference. Reckless action is meaningless. I shall warn you once more, I
hope you will stand back and watch things unfold. Whether curiosity,
nosiness, heroism, human impulse, or thrill-seeking, all interference
stemming from such emotions will not be welcomed.
P.S. If it pleases you, how about a little vacation with your lovers at my
hometown of Cornwall? It is only dutiful for me to order my subordinates to
welcome your arrival. We have already confirmed arrangements, and hope
you can enjoy our hospitality for a month or two.'
It was a letter written using old fashioned Japanese.

"Telling me to do nothing and just have fun in England? Give me a break!"

Just as Godou scrunched the letter up into a ball, his cellphone began
ringing in his pocket.
However, things must be made clear to Iceman first. Let me ignore the
phone for now.

"Perhaps it might be related to Alec's intentions. Why not pick it up first?"

Sir Iceman suggested cautiously.

Intentions? Yet another dangerous word. Godou picked up the call.

It was Amakasu Touma. It seemed to be an international long distance call

from Japan.

'What a disaster, Kusanagi-san. In the waters near Bousou with its

unending succession of recent commotions, this time a castle of strange
rock has been built!'
"...Strange rock, what are you talking about?"

'A castle of strange rock. In the very center of Tokyo Bay, it suddenly
floated up like an island. An island covered with steep and treacherous
rocks, and also surrounded by a rocky reef. It emanates an intense
presence similar to an RPG boss' castle of the devil king. It gives off such
a terrifying and foreboding impression.'

A sudden inauspicious report.

Sir Iceman proceeded to speak in a very honest voice:

"Seems like Alexandre Gascoigne has put his plan into motion. Whether
you wish to stand back and watch, or hurry back to Japan... It's up to you.
Personally, for the sake of world peace, I recommend the former."

So that castle of strange rock really was the Black Prince's doing!?
Because he was left alone to roam free, others were suffering from it!
Godou was completely stunned by the accuracy of his unease several
hours ago.
References
1.   ↑   Walpurgisnacht: "Walpurgis Night," a traditional spring festival on
30 April or 1 May in large parts of Central and Northern
Europe.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walpurgis_Night
Chapter 3 - Two Kings, Encounter
Part 1
Reportedly, a particular hypothesis was proposed six years ago.

The location of delivery was in France, at the little port town of Saint-Malo
in the region of Brittany.

A well-known vacation destination situated near the tidal island and

monastic commune of Mont Saint-Michel.

The speaker was occupying a terrace seating at a certain restaurant.

Named Alexandre Gascoigne, indeed he was the famous Black Prince

Alec.

"What you proposed just now, could you reiterate that again, Alexandre?"

"Don't make me repeat myself so many times. I believe the legend of King
Arthur is a catalyst the medieval Witch Queen, the first Guinevere, spent
painstaking eons to prepare. For the sake of accomplishing some sort of
colossal magic. Or perhaps it could be described as a type of magic circle."
Catalyst? The listener, Princess Alice, was intrigued.

A particular substance used to ensure the success rate when performing

specific magic -- this was called a catalyst.
For example, black lotus and rose petals in powdered form are used as a
catalyst to enhance [Sleep] magic.

"...Using the King Arthur legend as a catalyst? In order to accomplish some

kind of magic?"

"King who manifests at the end of eras. It's definitely a spell for summoning
the strongest [Steel]."

Alec said as he sliced open his baked pigeon pie. No food was placed
before Alice, for she was unable to ingest anything as a spirit body.
"For the Divine Ancestors' ultimate purpose of bringing forth the 'King of
the End' again, that is the pertinent spell. The ritual for summoning a
[Heretic God] from the Domain of Immortality... You should already know
that."
"Of course. Don't ask a stupid question of that sort."

As a side note, this type of colossal magic was accomplished two years
later by Marquis Voban.
Using Wagner's Nibelungenlied as a catalyst, the heroic deity Siegfried
was summoned. He ended up being slain by the sword of young Salvatore
Doni.
"There are apparently three [Keys] to the success of this secret art.
Witches and miko with outstanding powers. A priest bearing fanatical will
and desire for a god's descent. And finally, to provide the summoned god
with a material body, myths... the stories widely circulated amongst
peoples and countries in the world."

Without myths, gods could not exist. Alice nodded as soon as she realized
Alec's reasoning.

"The first and second conditions can be easily prepared by the Witch
Queen herself. But the last one, that of myths, is impossible to fulfill by one
person's power alone. Which is why the previous Guinevere--"
"Ah yes. That was why she devoted her efforts to expanding and
promoting the Arthurian legends under her supervision."

Alec poured wine into his glass then moistened his throat with it.

"The twelfth century serves as a boundary to mark a significant change in

the nature of King Arthur's legends. At that time, a local hero who only had
a fanatical following in Britain was promoted in France, and from there to
the rest of Europe. The troubadours received support from the Count of
Anjou and the Duke of Aquitaine as well as various nobles with deep ties
to the English royal family, and went to work writing stories in praise of
King Arthur as if competing against one another."

"As a result, King Arthur became one of Europe's most notable heroes.
Anyway, Alexandre."

Discovering what had caught Alec's attention, Alice spoke.

"What you're saying is that the previous generation's Guinevere-sama had
promulgated King Arthur's legend for the purpose of summoning the 'King
of the End.' All those troubadours who sang praises to the Knights of the
Round Table -- had received assistance from an organization that worked
behind the scenes."
There were many authors in Medieval Europe during the twelfth and
thirteenth centuries who published stories about King Arthur and the
Knights of the Round Table. Since many of them used pen names, their
true identities and histories were mostly unknown. On the other hand,
based on the content, it can be asserted that many authors were
well-versed in the occult.
"The ones you found concerning, are probably the Cisternian Chrétien de
Troyes, Hartmann who joined the Crusaders, as well as Wolfram von
Eschenbach, Robert de Boron... These poets, right?"

Alice listed the names of many poets in detail.

"Scattered amongst their works -- especially the parts related to chivalry

and the Holy Grail -- is a substantial amount of occult knowledge inherited
from the Knights Templar."

"From the fact that many of these people belonged to the Knights Templar,
evidence can be found that the parent organization was formed from
members of the Priory of Sion and the Cisternians. Furthermore, the
majority of nobles who sponsored the poets were intricately linked to
knightly orders of the English royal family."

The Knights Templar. Officially known as the "Poor Fellow-Soldiers of

Christ and of the Temple of Solomon."

The mage organization which established the foundations of Europe's

magic associations.

"The Knights Templar most likely had some sort of connection to the first
Guinevere. I fear it was probably along the lines of her providing instruction
about the spells and knowledge of Divine Ancestors... In actual fact, the
spell words of David and the essence of smiting-level combat magic, these
techniques that only paladino-ranked knights are permitted to read should
have many portions influenced by witchcraft..."

Two years after his first encounter with Guinevere--

Alec and the Divine Ancestors had apparently devoted themselves like
idiots to unraveling the mystery of the 'King of the End.' This probably
contributed to making him so talkative on this occasion.
"Alexandre. According to the secret records of witches I investigated, the
previous generation's Guinevere-sama was murdered around the end of
the twelfth century during a chance encounter with a Campione."

Alec nodded proudly at the information Alice provided.

"I knew it, the same time period. But I have a different interpretation. It is
likely that the previous Guinevere died before her conspiracy could bear
fruit, as a result of running into obstacles during the summoning of the
'King of the End.'"

"...Can we be certain that the present Guinevere-sama intends to resume

the plans of the previous generation?"
The Black Prince and White Princess had discreetly entered Brittany due
to finding out that Guinevere was about to begin the ritual for summoning
the "King of the End."

"Well yes, and it most likely failed already..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Rather, purely in terms of summoning Arthur, the ritual was a success.

Even though she is a narrow-minded woman who overlooks everything she
doesn't want to see, her abilities are special as a Divine Ancestor.
Nevertheless, it's probably too late."

Alec seemed to be showing a kind of lonely expression. The answer to the

mystery he had devoted so many years to pursuing, was finally in sight.
Losing his all-consuming goal and passion seemed to be filling him with a
sense of forlornness.

"Almost a thousand years have passed from the time the plan was put into
motion. This interval is sufficient for a 'new god' to be born. Try recalling
Thomas Malory's origins."

The fifteenth century English knight, Sir Thomas Malory.

This was the time period when the main role on the battlefield held by
knights was being displaced by firearm-equipped infantry.
In a society where the knighted gentry was in decline and centralized royal
authority was expanding, Malory was one of those fallen knights. Fallen
into depravity, he escaped prison many times and was repeatedly jailed for
committing various crimes such as failed assassination, rape, robbery,
stealing domestic animals, etc.
But in the modern world, he would be remembered as the author of Le
Morte d'Arthur, a work renowned as the definitive compilation of Arthurian
legends.

"Malory was not a mage. He referenced earlier existing works -- rather, he

was a rascal who connected them together superficially. However, his
definitive edition was indeed widely circulated amongst the people, and
received independent development."
"So throughout this millennium, King Arthur became a new war god instead
of the 'King of the End'?"

"Ah yes. Even writers of Templar descent added commandments and

philosophies of taboo, causing the story content to surpass the intentions
of the previous Guinevere, and thus the legends became bloated."
Alec seemed to be speaking in tones of regret.

"The French royal family used the legend of Charlemagne to publicize their
prestige and authority. Attempting to do the same, the English royal family
used the Arthurian legends thoroughly as a tool to strengthen royal
authority. The end result was, embellishment of the hero King Arthur
continued unabated, producing an image that deviated greatly from the
original."
Charlemagne. The King of the Franks during the eighth and ninth
centuries. Also known as Charles the Great.

His territory not only included modern France, but extended to Germany,
Spain and Italy. The greatest conqueror in medieval Europe.

However, the great king Charlemagne was not only a ruler recorded in
history, he was also served by twelve great heroes.

He was the subject of magnificent heroic legends rivaling those of King

Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.
"Myths are what forms the body and spirit of a deity. Since the myths of
King Arthur the hero have been altered, the hero who descends from those
myths will also change. If you look at it that way, it is only natural."

Draining his wine glass in one gulp, Alec ended the conversation.
A fortnight later, the summoning of [Heretic Arthur] proved the correctness
of his hypothesis, causing the current generation's Guinevere to enter a
state of partial insanity.

Godou listened to Erica and Liliana as they explained the hypothesis

regarding King Arthur.

Having read the report, the knights recounted its contents to Godou on the
return flight. Yes, it was the return flight leaving England and bound for
Japan.

Changing their plans due to the emergency, Godou and his group decided
to hurry back home. On the following day after the visit to Cornwall, they
managed to obtain tickets for a flight to Haneda Airport.

"So this is the 'principle' Alice-san mentioned."

Godou nodded. As a side note, Yuri was not present.

In order to solve the mystery of Lancelot, she had stayed back with
Princess Alice. It was a difficult decision taken only because neither the
Black Prince nor Lancelot could be left unchecked.
"By the way, Mariya said something about Sarmatae? What is that?"

"In all the battles you have experienced so far, Godou, you've heard the
name of the Scythians many times, right?"

"Sarmatae is one of the equestrian tribes under the Scythian lineages... A

belligerent tribe that went into decline despite being as battle-capable as
their ancestors the Scythians."

Erica and Liliana simultaneously provided explanations.

"Compared to the Scythians, the Sarmatians had the advantage of armor

and spears forged from iron. They possessed the stirrups to support heavy
armament, and established squadrons of heavily armed knights which
surpassed the lightly equipped Scythians."
"Iron armor and spears? Somehow that doesn't feel very nomadic?"
Godou remarked at Erica's explanation.
His impressions of equestrian tribes consisted of people lightly equipped
with leather protective gear and wielding bows and arrows as their primary
weapons. Hence Liliana joined in:

"During the second and third centuries, their heavy armaments ushered in
a new age. The other tribes that had fought against the Sarmatians -- the
Goths began to use the same armaments. The Roman Empire recruited
Sarmatians as mercenaries and volunteers, assigning them to various
provinces across Europe. This resulted in their armaments being promoted
throughout Europe..."

"Their armor and spear became the prototype for the fully armed knight.
Such speculation has been proposed."

"So Lancelot is the war god of that equestrian tribe?"

Erica contemplated Godou's question for a moment before answering.

"It's possible. However, Sarmatians and Scythians are both peoples who
have died out a long time ago. Even though there are small groups of
people who are considered their descendants, the myths they circulate are
different from their ancestors."

"So in the end, it is impossible to judge until we receive notice from Mariya
Yuri and the Princess."

Liliana sighed as she spoke.

Burdened by these mysteries, Godou and his companions sank deeper
into their airplane seats.

Part 2
"Traveling back and forth between Japan and England over four days and
two nights, is really tiring after all..."

Godou could not help but grumble as he finally stepped out from the airport
floor tiles and onto Japanese soil once more.
Even though he was young and vigorous, this was indeed a very hectic
itinerary. When gods traveled to Europe, it was probably like normal
everyday travel for them...?
"Sometimes I think to myself, one way to go on such trips would be to
become a player on the national team representing Japan or something
like that."

Or perhaps, a lightning fast trip necessitating a weekend in Europe.

No matter which, none of these were reasonable schedules. Normally,

arranging trips for three to five nights would be more appropriate.

"Even though the exhaustion is quite unpleasant, the complete lack of

elegance is the main problem. Traveling should be far more leisurely, an
undertaking that should be comfortably enjoyed in a foreign country."
In a rare moment, the usually cool and magnificent Erica was complaining
with a tone of annoyance. Next to her, Liliana also responded with extreme
displeasure.

"Really... Well, if Black Prince-sama's personality is truly as rumored, then

his motivations are not impossible to understand."

The group had departed on Friday night and were now arriving back in
Japan on Monday afternoon, the last of their three-day weekend. This was
probably akin to a military forced march.
Nevertheless, dozens of minutes later, Godou and his group were taking
yet another holiday flight.
"Sorry for your troubles. But a picture is worth a thousand words. I think it's
best for you to get a firsthand view of the castle of strange rock that has
appeared in Tokyo Bay."

Amakasu explained in the helicopter.

Due to the noisily spinning rotors, his voice was rather difficult to hear.

Finally arriving at Haneda Airport to end their long distance journey, Godou
and his group had been contacted by Amakasu. Let us survey
magnificently from the air -- just as suggested, they headed off to an old
staging area near the airport. It was hidden in a corner amongst many
decrepit hangars whose ancient age was evident.
At a spacious vacant lot indicated by Amakasu, several helicopters were
waiting on standby.
"I pulled some strings beforehand to prepare by borrowing some Japan
Coast Guard helicopters. In fact, both Coast Guard and news agency
helicopters are kept inside this hangar here."

And so, the helicopter took flight.

The interior of the mini-helicopter was rather cramped. However, this was
Godou's first helicopter ride and his curiosity was piqued as he surveyed
the inside of the cabin and peered out at the scenery outside.
Naturally, Erica, Liliana and Amakasu also came along. There were also
two pilots, most likely affiliated with the Committee. They simply
acknowledged Godou without saying a word and focused on operating the
aircraft.

The helicopter reached the Tokyo Bay airspace soon after taking off.

"Getting too close would have troublesome consequences, but we cannot

start without looking at the real thing."

"A castle of strange rock? Will it be the cause of rumors?"

An island that suddenly surfaced in Tokyo Bay. It was far too ridiculous and
abnormal.

Godou's worried inquiry was met with Amakasu shaking his head.

"It's a small island, but luckily nothing of that sort has happened yet. Only
those related to shipping and a couple fishermen have discovered it so far.
Information control is currently under way. Oh yeah, there are Coast Guard
facilities nearby, so of course they also know."

This portion of Tokyo Bay faced Tokyo, Kanagawa and Edomae of Chiba.
Not only the shipping industry, but fishery also flourished in these parts.

Infamous in the past for its murky polluted waters, Tokyo Bay had
benefited from multi-decade efforts in ocean purification. Thus great results
had been achieved such as vast gains in the fishery yield.

...In any case, this sea had many users so information control was very
difficult.
Godou was filled with sympathy as he thought of Amakasu and his crew's
labors. Well, the petrification of the Trans-Tokyo Bay Highway the previous
week was probably even worse.
"Late last night, Committee-affiliated personnel sensed a great explosive
increase in magical power in Tokyo Bay. They wondered if it was the
appearance of a [Heretic God] -- and entered high alert. Flying on
helicopters, they attempted all sorts of reconnaissance."

Godou looked down at Tokyo Bay's great expanse as he traveled in the

helicopter flying in the sunny holiday sky. As long as he ignored the
exhaustion from the long trip, it was actually quite a pleasant experience.
"Next, in the very center of Tokyo Bay -- in the sea right between
Yokosuka and Cape Futtsu, an island that had never existed until a few
hours ago was discovered."

As a side note, Yokosuka was a city situated in Kanagawa prefecture. It

was also the location of the Yokosuka military port and an American
military base.

On the other side, Cape Futtsu was in Chiba prefecture. Godou recalled
the map of the Tokyo Bay area. Compared to the commotion centered at
the artificial island of Umihotaru last time, the current position was further
south and closer to the outer sea.

"Also, this is an island holding a terrifying amount of magical power. When

I found out from Kusanagi-san that it was basically the doing of Prince
Alec, I thought to myself, that explains everything."
"...What is that?"

Liliana narrowed her eyes as she gazed at a certain spot in the air ahead.

"Is that a cloud...? Feels very unnatural."

"What sharp vision, as expected of a witch. If all that happened was simply
the surfacing of a terrifyingly shaped island, then there's no actual harm
done. However, things are not so optimistic. Ah yes, it should be visible
now."

Prompted by Amakasu's words, Godou began to focus his eyes as well,

forward beyond the pilots.
A spiral of clouds stacked together lay ahead. It resembled the type of dark
cloud cover which heralded the arrival of a thunderstorm. Shifting his gaze
downwards from there, Godou figured it out.
I see, it's the castle of strange rock. An exceptionally terrifying island was
floating right there.
It was covered by unevenly shaped rock. From a distance, greenery and
soil were completely absent. All that could be seen were black walls of
rock, rock beds and rock surfaces. It was really like a small island.

"In terms of area, ah yes... About ten hectares or so. It's probably easier to
grasp if I describe it as the size of an amusement park."

As expected from the appearance, it was not very large.

The center of the small island rose up like a mountain. A mountain of black
rock almost fifty or sixty meters tall. This uneven mountain was also
reminiscent of an ogre's face, which must be why Amakasu called it the
'castle of strange rock.'

Furthermore, completely surrounding the island--

There were rocky reefs which would cause ships to easily run aground.

"...Could it be that no one has successfully approached the island so far? I

can feel an extremely unsettling presence coming from those reefs."

"Oh, right on the money, Liliana-san."

Amakasu praised the silver-haired knight for her question.

"All the boats sent to approach the island for investigations have been
wrecked. Very clearly, the reef is an impediment. When the passengers
jumped into the sea with their lifejackets and began swimming furiously,
somehow they all ended up far away from the island."

"So there were no casualties?"

"Fortunately none so far. Due to the quick action of the rescue boats, all
personnel were successfully saved."

Godou was relieved to hear Amakasu's report.

"Not sure what kind of mechanism it is, but lingering in the immediate
waters of the island results in drifting to the coast -- various places at
Kanagawa and Chiba."

"Doesn't that make it something like the Devil's Sea?"[1]

"Yes, indeed. But for a Devil's Sea to appear in Tokyo Bay, it's really no
joking matter."

"Perhaps, this could be the [Labyrinth]'s doing."

Listening to Godou and Amakasu, Erica spoke up.

"What's that?"
"An authority of Prince Alec's. From a report personally written by Princess
Alice, it is the power usurped from Minos the god of the land and the
labyrinth."
The authority to create labyrinths above and underground.

In addition, it was not limited to creation. Existing places and structures --

whether official residences, buildings, underground tunnels, forests or even
mist, anything could be turned into a labyrinth in accordance with Alec's
wishes, Erica explained.

"It is well within reason that the use of this authority on the sea can
produce something like the Devil's Sea."

"Ah... So we really should have gone with this possibility that we had
suspected. Actually, there's yet another troublesome concern."

Amakasu was muttering emphatically when Liliana suddenly cried out.

"Ex--calibur? No, Divine Sword of Salvation! The same light as the lance of
Sir Lancelot!?"

"What's up, Liliana?"

Godou asked the knight who was staring in shock at the island surrounded
by dark clouds and rocky reefs.

"Is it really some kind of spirit vision?"

"Y-Yes. Sir Lancelot's holy lance -- the same light could be seen being
released from the island for an instant. Also, there was the name of the
sword."
"Divine Sword of Salvation. The personal blade of the king who manifests
at the end of eras. Sacred steel."
Liliana explained as she expelled a deep breath, followed by Erica's
murmurs.
On the other hand, Amakasu seemed to be scratching his head with great
worry in response to the knights' statements.

"Ah... Kaoru-san also received the same kind of oracle as Liliana-san.

Then there is no doubt. Something unimaginable is lying dormant on that
island."

"Is this all of that Gascoigne guy's doing? What on earth is he planning..."

"It's also related to the Heavenly Reverse Halberd. Things have really
become very troublesome..."

While Godou muttered, Erica was puzzling over the situation next to him.

For Erica to show such a reaction when she had always been the one who
led everyone else by the nose, the only ones Godou knew who could
accomplish such a feat were Salvatore Doni and Luo Cuilian. In short, only
god-slaying Campiones.
Black Prince Alec was apparently as talented as his peers in this regard.

Godou and his group discussed their concerns and views as the shaky
helicopter ride continued.

The helicopter appeared to be avoiding the airspace of the "Floating

Island" as much as possible, and basically circling it once.

Along the way, the wireless communications in the cabin sounded and
Amakasu picked it up.

"Yes. Eh? Guinevere has been sighted at the remains of the excavation
site?"

Another member of the History Compilation Committee seemed to be

contacting him. As Amakasu listened intently to the detailed report, Godou
steeled his determination and signaled to Erica and Liliana through his
eyes. That was sufficient. The red and blue knights immediately nodded in
response.
"We will make a brief visit. Perhaps some useful information can be
obtained."

Godou patted the shoulder of the young man of ninja descent.

Godou was sick and tired of being played by the Black Prince. Passivity
could not be allowed to continue. Action must be taken with initiative to
change the situation.

Noticing Godou's resolve, Amakasu nodded in acknowledgement as he

continued his communications.

Part 3
The helicopter carrying Godou and the rest was still flying in midair.

Opening the cabin at this time would be extremely dangerous.

Nevertheless, such recklessness was indeed required for the sake of using
Liliana's flight magic.

Violent winds suddenly swept into the cabin as the door opened!

"But Kusanagi-san, if you encounter Guinevere, Lancelot could also

appear!? What are you going to do in that case!?"

"No! I don't think it's likely!"

Godou and Amakasu grabbed onto nearby objects to steady themselves

as they yelled above the noise.

As if trying to stop the strong winds from overwhelming their voices.

"On what basis!?"

"Guinevere's personality!"

"Godou's right! Considering her usual caution, 'Avalon' where the King of
the End sleeps must be near. I don't think she will be taking unnecessary
risks!"

Erica chimed in. She was right.

Judging from the many actions the Divine Ancestor had taken in the past, it
was apparent that she was an extremely cautious woman. She would not
use her trump card so easily.
...Well, as for Lancelot himself, who knows? Whenever the white war god
enters a frenzy, he becomes a battle maniac who even forgets whom he
should be protecting... That was what Godou felt.

"Then let us depart! Hold on tight!"

Finishing the preparations for the ritual, Liliana yelled.
Godou and Erica each placed a hand on the blue knight's shoulder.
Immediately, blue light burst forth and they took flight. The destination was
the beach at Kisarazu--

The place where the Heavenly Reverse Halberd had been excavated last
week.

A lone red torii stood on the empty field which still showed clear signs of
excavation by heavy machinery. Rather than this spot, Guinevere was
standing closer to the beach, across the windbreak plantation.
Over there. She was motionlessly gazing at the sea.

Her blonde hair wavered gently in the breeze. Her wondrous girlish eyes
shimmered with brilliance. Also, that exquisitely beautiful face like an
antique doll's -- Divine Ancestor Guinevere indeed.

Held in her hands was a bronze-colored disc.

Perhaps some kind of alloy, for it appeared to be colored like a mixture of

iron and gold. Guinevere embraced it with tender affection.

As if it were the relic of someone she held dear--

"Salutations. Would you be offended by this manner of greeting,

Kusanagi-sama?"
She must have noticed. Guinevere immediately turned around.

Greeting with a curtsy as she held the hem of her black formal dress. All of
a sudden, the disc disappeared from her hands.

"I'm in a particularly bad mood, so quit it with the formalities."

Godou responded coldly, the two knights standing on his left and right.
Erica and Liliana were each clad in their respective capes of red and blue,
readying themselves for battle.
"Then let me offer my utmost apologies. The act of borrowing Your
Highness' power a few days ago was truly impertinent."

"Let that be. In the end, I also made use of your power."
Godou replied indifferently to Guinevere's apology.

"On the other hand, interference in my conflict with Athena cannot possibly
be forgiven. I believe the debt you owe will be repaid one day."

Godou was speaking in a cold tone of voice that even surprised himself.
There was no anger at Guinevere and Lancelot for interfering in his duel
with his enemy. Neither was there any hatred. All that was present was the
conviction of "an eye for an eye."

"I believe that day draws near. You should better prepare yourself."

"Yes, certainly. Guinevere and Sir Knight are both keenly aware that the
next encounter with Your Highness is inevitable. By the way,
Kusanagi-sama, for the sake of caution, would you mind listening to
Guinevere's question?"

"What?"

"Are you the one who raised the island where both the king who manifests
at the end of eras and the Divine Blade of Salvation sleep -- Avalon?"

Avalon. A location repeatedly mentioned recently.

The island of the fairies where England's hero King Arthur sleeps. As the
legends go, after fighting his nephew Mordred, he waited for his revival
while his wounds were being healed on this island...

"No, it wasn't me. It seems to be that guy, your old pal."

"As expected... Guinevere also thought the same. It is most likely an
invitation Alexandre-sama sent out for Guinevere."

A shadow of worry entered Guinevere's eyes as she gazed at the vast

open sea.

"That person continues to harass without end! For him to have discovered
before Guinevere the land of hopes that she seeks, and locking it away
with his labyrinth authority, how truly contemptible...!"

A statement of hatred. Godou was stunned for a moment.

This emotional outburst was completely different from what he had
witnessed from Guinevere all along. With only a superficial smile
remaining, that wondrous lady-like demeanor was gone, and the intense
emotions hidden in her heart revealed themselves.

To think this witch also had a side like this -- how unexpected.
"By the way, didn't you mention the Divine Sword of Salvation just now?
Isn't that the spear Lancelot was wielding last time?"

"No, it is the relic belonging to the King of the End."

Guinevere replied indifferently to Godou's change of subject.

"Our master is the strongest immortal hero. Nevertheless, after

vanquishing all the god-slayers, he enters a dormant state akin to
temporary death. While he restores himself from the state of exhaustion,
he readies himself for his next coming -- when multiple Devil King
Campiones roam free, threatening the world."

In other words, lying in a state of suspended animation, waiting for

Campiones to be born?

The strongest [Steel]. Godou nodded, finally learning the true state of the
sleeping one.

"When Master enters sleep, his body dissociates and assimilates itself with
the earth in order to accumulate its essence. When that happens, his
remains appear in the form of a divine sword, marking the land like a
tombstone."

"Remains appearing in the form of a divine sword..."

"Human magi seem to be calling them names with the likes of dragon
bones, angel's remains, sacred relics. Guinevere had polished those
remains once more to become Sir Knight's lance. Nevertheless, it is merely
a fake. Only the one wielded by its owner the 'King of the End' can truly be
the Divine Sword of Salvation."

The Witch Queen once again stared out at sea, towards where the
treasure she desired lay.
"Guinevere and other Divine Ancestors are the miko who served the 'King
of the End.' When Master arrives again, all of us shall hurry forth to serve
under his command. However, so many god-slayers have already been
born in the past millennium. Even so, Master still has not descended upon
us once more."
Guinevere lamented her situation poignantly.
"We Divine Ancestors seek our sleeping Master, hoping Master will
descend again. In our long and arduous search, many remains in the form
of divine swords have been discovered. However, none of these locations
held the sleeping Master--"

I see. Godou figured it out.

When multiple Campiones appeared on earth, the 'King of the End'
apparently revived. And then he would start the war of annihilation to
sweep the world clean of god-slayers. Even though it was unknown how
many millennia ago it began, this cycle of dormancy and rebirth seemed to
have already repeated many times.

As a result, even if the divine sword remains were found, it did not mean
he was present...

"I have also tried summoning Master by magic, through promoting myths
involving one of Master's sacred names, 'Arthur.' However, it failed. Or
perhaps, considering there are other myths circulating under Master's
alternate names, I have also searched for legends of [Steel] in both
oriental and occidental lands."

The witch and Divine Ancestor, neither immortal nor indestructible.

In order to find the strongest [Steel], she resorted to reincarnation despite

being murdered before her wish was fulfilled, thereby continuing her
search.

As if bound by a curse. In a certain sense, it was a pitiful existence.

Hearing Guinevere's mutterings, Godou found himself slightly pitying those
Divine Ancestors.

"Then the long search finally came to fruition, by tracking down this land's
legend of the 'Noble One who sleeps with the sword.' Furthermore, the
divine sword's aura now emanates from that island."

Godou immediately tensed as soon as Guinevere's gaze brightened.

Both she and her protector were Godou's "enemies."

"In the surroundings of where that one sleeps, legends of 'a hero who shall
revive together with a divine sword' will always surface. Due to the divine
splendor of the strongest [Steel], the legends have taken root deep in the
hearts of humanity. The legend of Avalon that once existed in Britain has
made its reappearance."

Godou recalled the legend he recently heard from Kaoru.

Queen Oto Tachibana-Hime, jumped into the sea with sword embosomed.
Sea currents carried her sword to a location of neither land nor sea,
whence a floating island subsequently appeared. That was indeed the
island where the "King of the End" slept.

Asserting thus, Guinevere turned to face Godou.

"By the way, Kusanagi-sama, we have no objection to our inevitable battle
against Your Highness. However, there is the saying, the enemy of an
enemy is a friend. When a common enemy appears, it is not a bad idea to
put our grudges aside to cooperate."

"I don't think enemies can be determined that easily."

"No. The way Guinevere sees it, Kusanagi-sama and the Black Prince are
definitely incompatible. Once you have determined the Prince to be a
hindrance, please do let me know."
Hmm. Godou frowned. That was a separate matter anyway.

This Guinevere is trying to borrow my power again? By the time he

noticed, Guinevere was already drawing near. The previous week's
memories reawakened.

Another kiss? Godou stayed on high alert.

"Guinevere-sama, please step back."

"Ah yes. Approach any further and you will regret the consequences."

Erica stepped forward as Liliana followed suit, grumbling.

The two extended their hands in a stance ready to summon their magic
swords.
"Hohoho. How prepared. I would be most pleased if Your Highness would
give my words some consideration. Nevertheless, Guinevere has no
reasons of refutation. I shall take my leave for now!"

Surrounded by light, she took flight. Steadily accelerating upwards, she

disappeared into the ends of the sky.
"Huh, so Guinevere-san said that."

Amakasu arrived with the helicopter's landing on the beach.

Hearing Godou's explanation, he remarked emphatically.

"So that castle of strange rock is Avalon, eh? This is something that can't
be ignored. As a Japanese, it would be more appropriate to call an island
that surfaces in the Bousou Sea the Floating Island."

"Hey Amakasu-san, so the object Prince Alec stole was the Heavenly
Reverse Halberd."
Erica began to talk to the History Compilation Committee member.

"Isn't that the same name as the tool used by the gods to create the
islands of Japan?"

"Yes. Actually, the myth of the two gods Izanagi and Izanami's founding of
the country seems to be an ancient legend originating from the seafaring
tribes of southern Chuugoku[2] region."

"Prince Alec used the land-creating divine artifact to raise up that island...?
This is the most simple and direct explanation one can deduce..."

Seeing Erica and Liliana deep in thought, Amakasu relaxed his shoulders.

"Everyone, let's go home for today. It's really been a long and arduous
journey. You should all get some rest in preparation for what is to come."

And so, Amakasu gave Godou and the rest a lift back to Tokyo's Bunkyou
ward. Still, Godou remained worried about Yuri and Alice who continued
with investigations in Europe--

Amakasu stopped before the shopping street of Sanchoume at Nezu.

Home sweet home. Due to the brief but eventful journey, Godou felt like he
had been away from home for ten days. Watching Amakasu's car leave,
Godou suddenly noticed.

His childhood friend Asuka was standing at the entrance to the commercial
street.
"What are you doing? Waiting for someone?"

"Uh yes, pretty much. Godou, you just came back eh?"
Before he knew it, the sun had already set and it was night.
It was already the time when visitors to the commercial street had thinned
out. At a time like this, Asuka was standing before the entrance to the
commercial street, looking like she was waiting for someone.

"Ah yes. Even though it got a bit messy, I was able to return home at
least."

"It has been quite a while, Tokunaga Asuka."

Standing by Godou's side, Liliana also tried to make conversation with his
childhood friend. However, Asuka simply answered vaguely with "Umm,
yes, it's been a while."

For some reason, her usual domineering glare had vanished today,
showing only meekness.

Her gaze was focused towards Erica Blandelli. A strikingly beautiful girl
whose natural beauty was further enhanced by splendorous presence and
talent. With those well-trained manners from a Milanese education, it was
only natural for her to become the focus of any situation.
"By the way, I guess it's the first time for you two to meet. Asuka, this is
Mariya and Liliana's friend, Erica. And Erica, this is my longtime friend
Asuka. You've never met before, right?"

"Right. Though I've heard her name before."

Erica nodded in response to Godou's introductions.

Walking immediately up to Asuka, Erica bore a smile that could only be

described as synonymous to elegance itself.

"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Erica Blandelli. As you can hear, my
Japanese is perfect so you don't have to worry. Also, perhaps you may
know already, but Godou and I share an extremely intimate relationship. I
hope you don't mind."

"Extremely intimate -- ah, I've heard rumors at least."

For some reason, Asuka's face began twitching for an instant after hearing
Erica's cheerful self-introduction.

"Is that so? Then there's no need to spell out the details."
On the other hand, Erica was bearing a blooming smile like a flourishing
Japanese camellia flower.
A gorgeous smile. It was a radiant smile from the heart without any
reservations.

"In actual fact, I had wanted to visit all of Godou's longtime friends. Letting
them all know the name of Erica Blandelli should prove to be convenient
for various things in the future."

"Hey you, plotting that kind of thing after all."

"Oh my, plotting is such an unexpected description. It'd be nice if the ones
close to you can become our mutual friends, wouldn't you agree?"

This was a mode of thinking that Liliana, Yuri, and definitely Ena would not
even consider.

However, Erica explained it as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
The goal of expanding social circles required a habit of conscious
cultivation of friendships. Possessing the quality of becoming the center of
attention and popularity in no matter what kind of organization, that was
Erica's true nature.
"However, even without that sort of intentions, I feel like I can become
great friends with Asuka-san. I shall be in your care. Most likely, we will be
running into each other frequently from now on."

In addition, Erica did not neglect to smile at the hesitating Asuka. Entering
a carefree dialogue to help reduce the sense of distance, she was socially
skilled indeed.
Well, that said, Erica was still a person who often acted recklessly as she
pleased...

"Umm, yes. I'll be in your care."

"What is the matter, Tokunaga Asuka? You do not seem very well?"
The extremely domineering childhood friend whose scoldings were as
common as greetings. Such was Asuka's original personality, but
somehow she had become so meek in front of Erica she was like a
different person.

Feeling puzzled, Liliana questioned with a surprised expression.

"N-No, I'm fine, don't worry! It's just something that makes me slightly
concerned!"
"Something makes you concerned? If you don't mind, you can talk it out
with me."

"It's my own problem, so mind your own business! Anyway, you have to
put some thought into Shizuka-chan's present! There's not much time left!"

As soon as she switched to speaking with Godou, Asuka's state seemed to

recover instantly.

What on earth was going on? It felt like the childhood friend was watching
Erica as if she was some kind of exceptionally bright object.

"So, we'll be going. Are you waiting for someone?"

Recalling the first thing she had said, Godou asked.

Unexpectedly, Asuka shook her head.

"It's done. And just so you know, I was waiting for you."

"Eh, me? Why?"

"Someone who knows you is waiting at our shop. I used to think the only
foreigners you knew were Erica-san and Liliana-san, but never expected
such a handsome foreign gentleman to be your friend."

"...That guy, could he be blonde?"

The shop mentioned by Asuka was the family business passed down for
generations, the sushi shop "Sushi-Toku."

Someone considered a handsome foreigner. Godou immediately recalled

the retarded Italian. Did that guy finally come around to my neighborhood?
However...

"No, he's tall and black-haired. Half an hour ago, he was standing here,
drinking canned coffee. Seeing as he was a foreign stranger, I went up and
asked if he was lost."
She probably started a conversation with a clumsy mixture of English and
Japanese.
An ordinary girl would never act in such a friendly manner but Asuka
always seemed so fearless. Precisely because of that, Godou felt it was
rather jarring that she displayed such apprehension only in front of Erica.

"His Japanese was very fluent. 'I am waiting for the man called Kusanagi
Godou' was what he said. So I told him it was someone I knew but had
gone traveling abroad. Then he asserted 'He'll be back immediately, I'm
absolutely certain' just like that."

And so Asuka had advised him "In that case, why don't you wait in our
shop?"
Hearing this exchange, Godou immediately signaled to his two
companions with his eyes.

"Could it be possible, even that person has...!?" Liliana's eyes seemed to

be saying.

"Even though unexpected, it is very possible--" said Erica with her eyes.

Godou immediately broke into a run.

Running straight to the sushi shop he had known since childhood.

Crack! The slide door flew open with great momentum. On this Sunday
night, within "Sushi-Toku" that was bustling with customers, a black-haired
young man with eyes of black was sitting next to the cashier. A handsome
man with a pale white complexion, tall physique, and wearing a stylish
black jacket.
He was drinking sake from a cup as he dined on a sashimi platter to go
with the alcohol.

His sharp gaze turned towards the entrance. As their eyes met, Godou and
the man glared at each other head on.

As this was not an encounter with a god, there was no sense of

overflowing battle spirit or power. However, Godou was certain beyond
doubt. This guy was Alexandre Gascoigne, the English Campione who had
been playing Godou for a fool.

Part 4
"The one I'm waiting for finally arrived. Later than expected."
Alec grumbled as he laid down several 10000 yen notes at the cashier.

He immediately stood up without waiting for the change.

"Thank you for the hospitality. Should there be another opportunity, I shall
enjoy a longer stay. Ah yes, sorry for all the trouble."

Alec had just reached the entrance to the shop.

At that very moment, Asuka arrived from behind Godou, panting nonstop.
She looked like she had been chasing after the childhood friend who
suddenly ran here.
"...You two are friends, right?"

Asking with a bit of worry, she seemed to have sensed the tense
atmosphere between Godou and Alec.

"Rather than friends, more like acquaintances... No, a bit different from
that."

"Ah yes. Kin, two of a kind, birds of a feather. Such descriptions should be
appropriate."

Godou and Alec simply gave Asuka a quick glance.

Neither of them shifted their gaze away from the other Campione. Or more
accurately, they could not shift their gazes.

Based on the fact that neither of them was supposed to be the type of
person who rampaged recklessly, they should be dealing with each other
in a more calm and composed manner. Nevertheless, Godou did not take
his eyes off Alec and neither did Alec shift his gaze from Godou.

"Go for a quick walk?"

"Sure."

Godou responded curtly to Alec's suggestion and the two exited the sushi
shop.
Continuing to stare at each other was not a solution. Godou deliberately
walked beside Alec, as if trying to avoid seeing his face. The other guy
seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Godou and Alec walked side by side without saying anything.

This probably made them look like a pair of friends. Realizing that, Godou
instantly felt displeased. Alec was definitely feeling the same thing.

Erica and Liliana had been waiting outside the shop.

Godou motioned with his eyes and the knights followed silently.

"Looks like you can't even take a walk without female company."
"Better than someone who doesn't even tell his subordinates and
companions where he's going."

Standing shoulder to shoulder like friends, but bickering with vitriol.

Why? Godou began to feel anxious. This was his first time -- no, this was
the same sense of anxiety he felt when he met Salvatore Doni.

A completely unfounded sense of competitiveness against the man before

him. A rising sense of hostility had been aroused.

"I already advised you not to return for now, and yet you deliberately came
running back..."

Alec entered the main topic without even bothering to introduce himself.

Godou did not mind. As humans, an appropriate level of manners was

desirable, but for us two right now, it was unnecessary.

"Could you do as the letter suggested?"

Leaving the commercial street at Nezu Sanchoume, the two of them

walked into the area of Nezu Shrine.

Luckily there were no other people around. Godou replied without holding
back.

"Looking at it the other way, anyone would consider that a challenge."

"Useless and redundant competitive spirit. For me to revive 'Avalon' and

cause this incident at this time, you should have understood my goals and
intentions."
As if anyone would understand! Godou was amazed as Alec continued to
harangue.

"Why not stand back and watch? You should wait until things have settled
before venturing out. If I were in your shoes, that's what I'd do without any
hesitation. It would be the most relaxing and efficient way. And you don't
waste unnecessary power."
"As if anyone would do that! On the contrary, they'd come back to check
out the situation instead, right?"

"Hmph, you really are a Campione. A savage who acts on impulse instead
of reason. What good are you if you can't even do something as simple as
sitting back and solving a locked room mystery?"[3]

"Completely unnecessary. Instead of guessing randomly about the identity

of the murderer, just do things properly by looking for clues at the scene!"
It was turning into a childish argument. Even though the witch had seemed
like a sheltered lady oblivious to the real world, her assessment of
character was perhaps rather accurate.

Kusanagi Godou and Black Prince Alec, were indeed rather incompatible...

"By the way, aren't you the one who stole the artifact we unearthed?
Shouldn't a thief get off his high horse?"

"Only borrowing. I already wrote clearly on the letter I'd return it as soon as
things are settled."

"I've heard that you have borrowed many times without returning. Tsk, you
really are the worst amongst Campiones. What a weirdo who never
considers the trouble you bring to others."

"You're in no place to say such words. You savage who causes destruction
everywhere you go. With the things you do all over the world, you are just
a terrorist no matter how conservatively you estimate the damage. How
carefree of you to ignore your own issues."
As they argued against each other, Godou's lips were distorted by rage
while Alec's face was filled with fury.

What was this feeling? Both knew so much about each other's
weaknesses and the ugly truths they did not wish to face.

"Basically, I still don't understand what goal you're talking about. What are
you planning by making that island in Tokyo Bay?"
Godou abruptly changed the subject.
"If you don't understand, then enjoy the show until the matter is over.
Anyway, I've already used my authority to turn that island into a labyrinth.
Approach at your own risk."

"Alexandre-sama, may I ask a question?"

Walking with Liliana behind them, Erica suddenly spoke up.

"Call me Alec instead. Whether writing or pronouncing, that name is such a

pain."

"Then Alec, may I confirm a fact. The so-called king who manifests at the
end of eras, is the god who descends for the purpose of exterminating the
Devil Kings when a number of Campiones appear on earth...?"

"Indeed. The god for exterminating all the Devil Kings... Though I still have
a few doubts in this regard."

Apparently, his enmity towards Kusanagi Godou did not extend to the
knights.

"After seeing that Great Sage Equaling Heaven who appeared several
months ago, my opinion changed. For that monkey to be so powerful, it
seems to be the same power used by the 'King of the End' as part of his
Devil King-exterminating authority."
"Furthermore, the 'King of the End' disappears from earth as soon as all
god-slayers are eliminated, entering deep slumber until the time when
multiple Campiones appear again--"
"An acceptable description. However, seven Devil Kings have already
appeared and yet he remains asleep."

Black Prince Alec replied rather cautiously.

Godou was somewhat surprised. Despite his arrogant personality, this man
did not mind instructing others. In actual fact, he was probably someone
who was good at looking after people.
"What I suspect is, a few centuries after the 'King of the End' battled in
England, he descended somewhere in Asia. At that time, he also
exterminated the god-slayers and went to sleep. That somewhere in Asia
is indeed Japan, in the region of Tokyo Bay."
After questioning, Erica suddenly proposed her speculation. Alec simply
answered "Oh" in acknowledgement.
"The little island that surfaced in Tokyo Bay must be where he sleeps. But
as luck would have it, Japan has its elders -- the group of guardians
centered around the heroic deity Susanoo. Seeing the 'King of the End' as
a threat, they sank the 'island' into the sea using some kind of wizardry.
The key to this wizardry is the Heavenly Reverse Halberd. Thereafter, Alec
discovered how to use this halberd and made the island surface again. Is
that correct?"

The Heavenly Reverse Halberd. The same name as the divine artifact
used to create the islands of Japan.

So in the past, Susanoo and his group did not create an "island," but sank
it into the sea instead?

It was an imaginative but reasonable hypothesis. Erica's speculation

seemed bold but the logic was sound. How would the Black Prince react?

"...That's rather sharp of you. Though it's not exactly correct, you've
managed to outline a rough picture of the truth."

Alec looked at her as if impressed by an excellent student.

"Let me tell you a hint, that of the name of the so-called 'Leech Child.' The
rest is left as an exercise for you people. For Guinevere, that island is a
final destination she cannot disregard. However, I have prepared a trap
there to send that witch to her grave."

"...You're planning on taking out Guinevere?"

Alec immediately nodded at Godou's question.

"That woman owes me. The likes of making counterfeits of the Holy Grail
has incurred multiple debts. It's about time to make her pay. Though she's
cautious and good at running away, with Avalon prepared, she will surely
fall into the trap."

Alec's facial profile displayed unshakable willpower as he spoke.

This man was a god-slayer after all. Even if he had a few idiosyncrasies,
he was still a natural born god-slaying warrior. That type of ferocity of his
was now clearly displayed.
"I see... However, Lancelot who guards Guinevere is my enemy."
If Alec wants to defeat her, just leave it all to him. As a pacifist,
unnecessary battles should be avoided as much as possible. Even though
the idea clearly crossed his mind, Godou did not give voice to it.

"I can't let you have them. Besides, you don't lose anything by retreating
now."

"I could say the same to you. After all, Lancelot is just an enemy you
fought once, right? Stop acting like you own the place."

Glaring at each other, both refused to back down.

Emotions of hostility and resistance were starting to get fired up.

Unbelievable. Was it because these two Campiones were rather close in
age? Or was contention over the Heavenly Reverse Halberd the root
cause?

Godou and Alec could feel ferocious battle spirit from each other that had
been absent when they first met just now.

"May I offer a suggestion to you two?"

Liliana suddenly spoke.

She had been watching the situation silently until now, so why was she
entering the fray? Godou nodded in puzzlement as Alec answered "Sure."

"Alexandre-sama, or rather, Alec's target is Guinevere. Then there is

Kusanagi Godou's wish to fight Sir Lancelot. In that case, since both sides
wish to fight against their respective opponents, it would seem appropriate
to form an alliance."

"...Oh?" "...Hmm."

That's right, this should have been the first topic of discussion from the
very start.

The two pondered for a moment, but quickly reached a conclusion.

" "Impossible!" "

Without any coordination beforehand, Godou and Alec gave the same
answer simultaneously. Going "tsk" and smacking their lips at the same
time, they looked away and turned their backs on Erica and Liliana.
(Hey, are those two not a perfect match for each other after all?)

(That's so true. Even though their personalities are clearly incompatible

and their rhythm is supposed to be off, right?)
(Their personalities are supposed to be completely different, but there
seem to be subtle similarities in certain areas.)

(Whether Godou or the Black Prince, both are incredibly vain. They both
insist "I am different from other Campiones.")

(I see. It is akin to looking at a distorting mirror and seeing a distasteful

reflection of oneself.)

(They must be aware that even though the other person's character was
opposite to themselves, similarities exist. Hence the resulting intensity of
revulsion. Most likely, that kind of feeling is like listening to your own
recorded voice.)

Erica and Liliana could be heard whispering behind his back.

Godou secretly cursed them a thousand times for their gossiping ways.
Alec also frowned, most likely feeling the same thing. The two Devil Kings
pretentiously faced each other once again.

"I have said everything I wish to inform you about, Kusanagi Godou. If you
still want to interfere, prepare yourself for the consequences."
Alec declared, speaking the name of Kusanagi Godou for the first time.

"You're the one who should be careful, Gascoigne. If you do anything to

harm where I live, I will not remain silent."

Godou responded with a tone of warning that he seldom employed.

The two knights watched as the Black Prince sneered and left. Whether
the Devil King of Swords, the old Marquis of Eastern Europe, the sworn
elder sister who commanded the Chinese martial realm, the hero of North
America, any of these so-called peers who had recently appeared one
after another, none of them seemed possible to establish friendly relations
with.

Part 5
While Kusanagi Godou and the Campione of divine speed were having
their verbal dispute...

The war god in white armor was silently staring up at the moon.
Lancelot du Lac. The one known as the Knight of the Lake. Wielder of the
divine lance Excalibur and protector of Witch Queen Guinevere.

Protected from head to foot by white armor. Helmet, breastplate, gauntlets,

greaves -- Nowhere was any skin exposed.

He was at a beach, basking in the moonlight.

Having gazed at the distant full moon, he turned towards the ocean before
him. Avalon was floating straight ahead. This was the island where his
master, the hero once known as "Artos" in the land of Britain, lay sleeping.

The enemy Alexandre Gascoigne had made this island surface. Surely it
was to summon Guinevere as well as her protector Lancelot.

Furthermore, Kusanagi Godou, who had promised a second battle, had

apparently returned as well.

--Alas! Lancelot lamented.

The day of battle was drawing near, but he had yet to fully revive. This
must have been due to the recent battle against Athena and Kusanagi
Godou which had delayed the recovery of divine power.
Fighting in the current state will result in premature depletion of power
again.

He had never liked prolonged battles or wars of attrition. It was Lancelot's

true style to gallop at maximum speed for a full-powered attack, sweeping
all his enemies away.

But in his current state, a single charge would deplete his strength.

For the sake of battling without reservation, he had to prepare well for the
second and third charges. Time was needed. Time for retrieving divine
power.
--No. Lancelot realized that was surely not the case.

"This Knight's wish is to reach a conclusion with that youth without being
burdened by any restrictions..."
Discerning his true wish with clarity, he gained a new sense of self
understanding.
Not even a fortnight had passed since the previous battle. Kusanagi
Godou -- the details of the intense battle with the young god-slayer were
still vivid in memory.

"Kusanagi Godou... The name of the foe this Knight shall vanquish.
Hohoho, what a sound to be cherished."

He savored the name as it rolled off the tongue like fine wine.

The youth who had been bound to Athena by unfavorable fate. Recalling
that face, calling out that name, Lancelot could feel his heart stir with
excitement as he recalled the youth's strength and bravery.

Blood was boiling. The soul was shaking.

"One desires power. One desires time for the sake of healing this
wound-riddled body. One desires the blade for meeting that youth in battle,
clashing together, slicing each other, exchanging blows."

In actual fact, this wish was already within reach. A complete makeover.
Very likely, it would fully manifest the divinity of the heretical war god who
would abandon the girl under his protection.
However, it came at the cost of changing oneself.
--Alas! What sweet temptation!

Just as Lancelot sighed silently as he contemplated under the clear bright

moon...

"Sir Knight. So you are here."

A voice from behind. Guinevere had arrived.

"Ah yes. What is the situation?"

Lancelot turned around and answered in a carefree tone of voice.

He should not burden this girl with unnecessary worries.

"Most regrettably, failure. As expected, it is impossible to land on Avalon
without breaking through Prince Alec's labyrinth... Other than that particular
method."
"The method of manifesting Minos the god of the land and the labyrinth?"

Guinevere recounted with a worried expression while Lancelot muttered in

response.
Alec's labyrinth authority had been usurped from the Cretan bull-headed
god Minos. In the past, Guinevere had emulated a portion of Minos' divinity
and manifested it. This was achieved using the spirit power of [Divine
Summoning] that only Divine Ancestors could use.

As long as the divinity of Minos as the god of the labyrinth was emulated, it
should be possible to break through Alec's labyrinth.
"However, creating fake gods requires the Holy Grail's magical power. Not
only that, a huge amount is needed. Fortunately, the magical power
absorbed from Athena has provided ample stores."

"Using the Holy Grail to summon a fake god would be deviating from its
intended usage."

Storing and supplying the essence of the earth was the Holy Grail's original
function.

"Gascoigne also knows this. Beloved child, he is trying to bait you into
doing so. Forcing you to manifest fake Minos, and then drawing you into
Avalon."

Guinevere was in possession of three trump cards.

Lancelot, the Holy Grail, and the divine lance Excalibur.

If the Grail was used to summon a fake god, it would become unusable for
a certain reason. Not only that, the divine lance also depended on the Grail
for supplying magical power. This meant losing two trump cards.

"Yes, indeed that is true. Nevertheless, Guinevere is still obliged to go!"

Tears flooded Guinevere's eyes as she was overcome with anger and
humiliation. Her tearful gaze was pointed towards the other side of the sea.
"It cannot be helped. Unless fake Minos is used to destroy the maze,
Avalon cannot be entered. Before that, this Knight shall spare no effort."
Identifying clearly what he must do, Lancelot declared with bold
magnificence.
Yes. The recovery of divine power was only secondary. It was enough to
use all strength from this inadequate body and fulfill the duties of a knight.
All redundant emotions must be abandoned.

However--

"If only Kusanagi-sama could be won over to fight against Prince Alec then
things would be a lot easier. If that could be done, then Guinevere and you
can focus completely on breaking into Avalon."

But Guinevere said it.

The name of the enemy whose mention boiled the war god's blood. That
scene too!

"Not too long ago, Guinevere had used Kusanagi-sama for the sake of
conspiring against Athena. Getting him to fall for another trick would be
unlikely. It would probably be better to consider some other method."

"No... As expected, how about that method?"

The white war god uttered it. The sentence that was about to unlock the
gates of taboo.

"Did you forget? This Knight happens to be the god whose very existence
is founded upon madness and passion. This god of madness shall let both
this Knight and that youth's blood boil with passion."
"--Sir Knight?"

"Hohoho, this is the plan. Kusanagi Godou shall first be won over, and
after he assists in vanquishing Gascoigne, this Knight shall have a duel
with him. By this Knight's divine might, it shall be done!"

"But Sir Knight, achieving this plan means you need to get close to
Kusanagi-sama."

Guinevere warned Lancelot in a soft and worried voice.

"What now, there exists a spell for this purpose. Even though one stands
as a knight, one's true nature is a barbarian with neither aspirations nor
philosophy, a ferocious soldier unfettered by morals or reason. Acts of
insanity beyond the ability of typical gods, only this Knight shall
accomplish..."

Quietly muttering, the white war god commanded the beloved child.
"This has not been done for eons. Beloved child, assist this Knight!"

Just as the Witch Queen and the war god headed towards the Bousou Sea
again, the god-slayers were restlessly biding their time.

On the island known as Avalon as well as the Floating Island, surrounding

the Divine Sword of Salvation, the battle stage was about to be unveiled.
References
1.   ↑   Devil's Sea(魔の海): also known as the "Pacific Bermuda
Triangle," a region of the Pacific around Miyake Island 100km south of
Tokyo and said to be a danger zone according to Japanese
maps.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil\'s_Sea
2.   ↑   Chuugoku(中国): not to be confused with China (which is written
with the same kanji), Chuugoku (meaning "middle country") refers to
the westernmost region of Honshu, the largest island of
Japan.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chugoku_region
3.   ↑   Locked room mystery: a sub-genre of detective fiction where a
crime is committed under seemingly impossible
conditions.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Locked_room_mystery
Chapter 4 - The Fall of Godou
Part 1
Ever since the strange "island" appeared in the sea of Edomae--

The panic surrounding Kusanagi Godou had settled into a kind of stable
state instead.

Black Prince Alec was reportedly laying low in the Yokohama Chinatown.
However, Amakasu's face looked rather awkward as soon as he received
the report.
"That place, it does presents some difficulties. It is the location where
gangs of Chinese descent -- many secret associations or the like are
hidden... In our field, it's known as a concession territory of lawlessness.
Any Committee member foolish enough to step foot there would be a
painted target, thrown into Tokyo Bay with their feet encased in cement on
occasion."

"What if I go there directly...?"

"Of course it's fine for Kusanagi-san. Everyone will simply raise up their
hands, either to welcome or to surrender. But if two great Devil Kings
already embroiled in conflict were to have a close encounter in the center
of metropolitan Yokohama, I don't think anything pretty will come out of
it..."
It seemed to be a subtle situation.

Undoubtedly, Alec chose the place for the purpose of keeping the "island"
in Tokyo Bay under surveillance.

Furthermore, Guinevere and Lancelot still had to be located. Regardless,

they were a partnership between a god and a Divine Ancestor, and due to
Alec they had become even more elusive. Without any way of finding them
other than through wizardry or spirit power investigation, it was not exactly
a favorable situation.
As a result, Godou could do nothing but "bide his time for the right
moment."

A few days after the long weekend, all he could do was wait. Waiting for
Mariya Yuri to return.
It was a Friday in the latter half of November.

After school, Godou was hurrying to Toranomon via the subway.

Last night, having reached Nanao Shrine where she was stationed as a
Hime-Miko, Yuri had called to inform him of her return. In order to recover
the fatigue of overusing spirit vision throughout her journey, she told him
she was going to apply for a week's leave from school.

"In terms of results, I was not able to discern Sir Lancelot's divinity
completely."

Those were Yuri's first words after meeting Godou.

They were sitting face to face in a room of a certain administrative building

within Nanao Shrine.

"Ah yes. You mentioned on the phone yesterday."

Godou nodded. Even with potent spirit vision, the mystery was still
unsolved.

He would be lying if he denied disappointment, but Godou was happy and

grateful for the miko and the Princess' investigations.

Not able to discern completely. Conversely, it implied spirit vision had

discerned something to a certain extent.

"What did you find out?"

"After you left, the Princess and I went to Brittany, to visit the various
places the previous and current generations of Guinevere-sama had used
as their stronghold such as forests, towns, cities or former monasteries."

"...Monasteries. Isn't that the place the group of people who compiled King
Arthur's legends used as their base of operations..."

Forests, towns, and cities aside, monasteries was a term that felt oddly out
of place. However, Godou already knew the reason -- the medieval
conspiracy that Alexandre Gascoigne had elucidated.

"Then we went to Bulgaria."

"Bulgaria? Why?"
That meant traveling from northwestern France to this Eastern European
country. Since both places were on the same landmass, getting there
probably did not present too much difficulty.

But why go there? Godou was puzzled.

"Not too long ago, Sir Lancelot had apparently descended upon the
Thracian plains. The Princess and I went there together to take a tour of
the crater carved out by Sir Lancelot's authority."

Recalling war god Lancelot's galloping charge, Godou nodded.

A direct collision could definitely create a crater or two.

"Why would he need to dig such a big hole in place like that?"

"According to history, ancient Thrace was within the Scythian and

Sarmatian spheres of influence. Perhaps for that reason, it became
associated with Lancelot."

Yuri was dressed in a traditional miko outfit with a white upper garment and
a red hakama as she explained about the foreign deity.

"Fortunately, I received a few hints. First of all, Sir Lancelot is the war god
worshiped by the Sarmatians. Next, Guinevere-sama's precursor was a
mother earth goddess who had been worshiped together with Sir
Lancelot..."
"Deities who were originally closely related, and still working together in
modern times, eh?"

"Should be something like that. Those two most likely descended to earth
as [Heretic Gods], encountered each other and started acting in unison.
Then I used spirit vision to see the arrival of the 'King of the End,' and saw
those two joining under his command. However..."

Yuri paused slightly at this point.

"Even so, I was unable to see Lancelot's face. He was always clad in
armor."

"He always wears stuff like armor?"

"Yes. I have basically seen what attributes he possesses as a god, but I
cannot do anything about what lies beneath the armor. On the other hand,
without knowing what is underneath, I fear it will be impossible to
understand his true..."

Yuri sighed mournfully as she explained.

"At least, no matter how slight, I wish I could catch a glimpse of his divine
appearance exposed from the armor."

Lancelot was protected from head to toe by full plate armor. Godou felt that
trying to take it off would take bone-breaking effort.

But there was no other choice. Godou nodded and bowed, answering:

"I got it, Mariya. Thank you very much. Learning all this is good enough.
Next time I see that guy, I'll try to find a way to strip him of that white suit of
armor."

Hearing that, the Hime-Miko chuckled and smiled like a delicate and
blooming cherry blossom.

"There is no need to thank me. I did it for Godou-san... only for you."

Godou was filled with the desire to embrace this beautiful and adorable
Hime-Miko.

Due to the overabundance of attractive beauties around him, Godou

deliberately maintained a mentality of repressed desire. Always warning
himself never to harbor indecent thoughts against them.

But on occasion, Yuri was able to crush this determination of Godou's.

The Yamato Nadeshiko and young beauty displayed great gentleness

under most conditions, but was extremely stern every now and then.
Without provoking Godou's wariness, she had been slowly and steadily
bringing their relationship closer.

Using the analogy of a garden of flowers, Erica would be a gorgeous and

blooming camellia, overshadowing others to take center stage.

Liliana would be a pristine white lily with large petals.

Ena would probably be a wild orchid with bright and vivid colors.
Compared to other girls, Yuri was definitely not a flower that seized
people's attentions. Though there was no difference in her level of beauty,
she never emphasized her attractiveness and the wish to compete never
occurred to her.
Nevertheless, or perhaps because of that, it made her even more
charming.

Realizing this once again, Godou began to blush.

"What is the matter, Godou-san?"

On the other hand, Yuri was bearing a delicate and beautiful smile,
unaware of Godou's thoughts.
"No, n-nothing really."

"Good... Anyway, I have one more matter I wish to discuss, may I?"

Yuri suddenly changed the subject. Of course there was no reason to

refuse. Godou immediately nodded.

"......W-Well..."

But she was unable to express her words. Yuri seemed to be hesitating
and stuttering from embarrassment.

"What's up? You don't have to hold anything back. Aren't we

companions?"

"I-I am Godou-san's companion...? Y-Yes. That is right."

Godou nodded to put his companion at ease.

Yuri's blush proceeded to extend all the way down to her neck, but still she
nodded. Avoiding Godou's face, Yuri was staring downwards intently at his
cross-legged sitting posture.

As a side note, even though it was an informal conversation, Yuri naturally

maintained the formal sitting posture of seiza.

"My many apologies, for I was the one who brought this up... B-But, please
understand. This is something very difficult for me to talk about. Especially
since there is no particularly pressing problem or extenuating
circumstances..."
Mouthing her words in rapid succession, Yuri was incredibly cute.
However, she did not make any progress in providing further information.
Godou placed his hand on her shoulder with a smack and said:

"Don't worry. I am very grateful for Mariya's efforts this time. I've also been
wondering what I could do on my end."

"Y-Yes. Then I shall not hold back."

Even though she said she would not hold back, Yuri still seemed rather
hesitant and reserved.

"Umm... Even though it is not complete, I think I have gained substantial

understanding of Sir Lancelot. S-So, what should be done?"
Yuri stuttered as she asked.

"What should be done?"

"In other words, w-when would be the time for instruction, is what I
mean..."

Instruction meant the transfer of knowledge through wizardry.

However, typical wizardry was ineffective against Campiones, which

included Godou. Hence it must be applied through the mouth, by injecting
wizardry into the body via oral means.

Recalling this absolute rule, Godou's face went red.

He remembered. When relying on Yuri's spirit vision, that was the final
unavoidable step.
"Ah, but if you haven't seen Lancelot's true appearance, then the [Sword]
can't be forged, isn't now a bit too early...!"

"N-No!? Who knows what could happen in the future!?"

Seeing Godou retreat awkwardly, Yuri shouted in a rare moment.

"What if you begin a battle with Sir Lancelot and I happen to be absent
from the scene...! I believe being prepared beforehand is only natural!"
"I-I guess. But using magic to transmit knowledge will quickly disappear
from the mind, right!?"
No matter how you looked at it, this was a sudden act of impulse. Godou
and Yuri both leaned forward.
Before they realized it, their distance had shrunk substantially.
"I think if the knowledge dissipates, then I will just teach you again. Hmm,
no matter what, it is something necessary. For this cause I will labor
without any complaints..."

Yuri spoke softly, blushing to her ears.

The subtle sense of desperation seemed to add a layer of allure to the

Hime-Miko. Godou swallowed hard as he experienced in earnest the pleas
of the beautiful maiden of utmost purity.

And it was impossible not to respond.

Furthermore, the two of them were alone in the Japanese-style room with
the sliding door firmly shut.

It was customary for shrine staff to avoid this area during Godou's visits.
Also, Godou and Yuri's hands were separated by such a minute distance,
they were easily within reach.

As Godou and Yuri's gazes fell upon the tatami floor, they noticed that fact.
"T-That's right. This is only for the sake of battle... Yes."

"C-Certainly. I believe this is absolutely necessary..."

Whispering softly, the two gazed into each other's faces.

Their eyes shimmered with the light of recognition as accomplices.

Godou extended his hand towards Yuri. Hand and hand came into contact.
Cherishing the Hime-Miko's hand which had been moistened by nervous
sweat, Godou held it gently as Yuri gripped his hand tightly in return.

"Godou-san and I are companions, since that is true, this is fine... Right?"
"A-Ah yes. Should... be..."

As they drew their faces together, they seemed like lovers whispering
sweet nothings to each other.

Just when the two had closed their eyes and were about to affirm the touch
of each other's lips--

The sound of cellphones ringing. Both Godou and Yuri's phones rang
simultaneously.

"It's Erica."

"This one is from Liliana-san."

As Godou checked out the cellphone in his pocket while Yuri looked at her
phone which had been placed by her side, they read out the names of the
callers. No other way, let's pick up.

Due to Godou and Yuri's serious personalities, neither of them could

ignore incoming calls. They each brought their phone to their ear.

"What is it, Erica?"

'Look outside. We just arrived.'

"...Arrived?"

'Yes. Just do as I say and things will be clear.'

It can't be... Godou stared at the spotlessly clean sliding door. Having just
had a similar conversation, Yuri also looked with shock in the same
direction.
As the sliding door opened with a thud, everything did become clear after
all.
Within Nanao Shrine, Erica was standing with a smile while Liliana knitted
her brow. Most likely arriving directly from school, the two of them were still
in uniform.

Part 2
"Just to be on the safe side, I'll say this first. I am not opposed to what you
were going to do, okay?"
Erica spoke in a bright and clear voice.

"Yuri has been working hard these few days, so I can tolerate her stealing
ahead a little. I've already told this to Liliana. I didn't come to the shrine for
the purpose of disturbing you two."
"Even if you say so, the one who first made the accusation of stealing
ahead was you, Erica."

Liliana retorted to her childhood friend and rival.

"After school, Kusanagi Godou had disappeared in a hurry. Then there is

Mariya Yuri who had returned but was missing school. Putting two and two
together, the situation was obvious. And there I was, trying to advocate
'this could possibly be an erroneous deduction.'"

"But the end result was exactly as I envisioned, right? See."

Erica pointed to Godou and Yuri in the Japanese room.

Finding their hands still held together, the two frantically withdrew them.

"Yuri, who has recently become a 'woman' completely, and Godou whose
boundaries have grown increasingly lax. Under such conditions, would a
private situation develop -- after all, a fully justified reason exists. Isn't this
a simple formula?"

"...Well, my failure to notice that point is my stupidity."

Listening to the knights' conversation, Godou and Yuri exchanged glances.
They were both blushing and rather unsettled, agonizing over what they
could say to lighten the mood, but completely stumped by the current
situation.

"Kusanagi Godou, this is a perfect opportunity. I have things to say to you."

Hearing Liliana's stern opening line, Godou sat straight up.

"You should probably have realized by now, you are a playboy who
pursues romantic relationships with multiple girls at the same time."

"W-Wait a minute! When did I become that kind of person!?"

Godou yelled from the bottom of his heart. Nevertheless, Liliana shook her
head bitterly.

Erica simply went "Well, that's who he is" and shrugged, casting a
meaningful glance at Yuri. Both of them seemed to disagree with Godou's
protest.

"Please remain quiet. A person with multiple girls in his inner circle, yet
answers 'all of them' without hesitation when asked who is the most
important or deserving of protection, is disqualified from objecting."
"Uh..."

Liliana's frank advice pierced straight into Godou's heart.

With so many reasons, was this karma's payback...

"In my opinion, it is basically time to go with the flow and leave past
mistakes alone. If unusual situations are left alone and ignored, that sense
of dissonance will disappear over time, becoming as if it was normal all
along. And that is clearly a rare talent possessed by you, Kusanagi
Godou."

"L-Leave past mistakes alone!?"

"Yes. Well, since it is you, you would naturally go with the flow, completely
unaware anyway... But it is certainly true that there are many current
issues. Let me point out a few to you."
Liliana's face tensed in an instant.

That awe-inspiring sense of beauty made Godou swallow his words of

protest.
"I will not express objection to you and Yuri performing that 'ritual.'
However, once the deed is done... You must tell us everything in full
detail."

"T-T-T-T-Tell both of you!?"

"Alternatively, hide yourselves in a more skillful manner so that you will not
be observed clearly by us like this time. Otherwise, umm, no matter what, I
cannot help but feel something akin to jealousy and other negative
emotions unbecoming of a knight's position--"

Liliana said shyly.

An emotion akin to jealousy, was none other than jealousy itself. Her shy
expression made things completely obvious. But giving only two choices,
either telling everyone everything, or doing things in secret without leaking
any clues--?

What a tough challenge.

Imposed by such a demand that no ordinary high school student could

answer, Godou was stunned.

I don't think I have the talent to comply with such a tall order...

"One more thing. This concerns our families."

Liliana continued.

"Erica's uncle, Sir Paolo Blandelli. You have met him before, yes?"
"Uh yeah. That very handsome and cool uncle. I saw him once in Italy.
Truly a great guy."

Godou had been overjoyed to learn that one of Erica's few blood relatives
was a man, her uncle.

However, Godou was bewildered. Why mention him now?

"Umm... It is not really acceptable for you to have met only Erica's family. I
would be most pleased if you could also meet mine. It does feel rather
inappropriate after all, unless officially recognized by family..."
So what she wanted to say, was that? She wanted to introduce her family?
Godou began to feel anxious. But it's not like it can't be done, he thought.
Might as well go with the flow to meet and greet the families of the many
girls who had experienced so many trials with him. No matter what, this
was the plain truth.

"Introducing Godou-san to my family...!?"

Next to him, Yuri was murmuring in shock.

"E-Even though you have met my little sister Hikari, you have yet to meet
my parents or grandparents... But what should be done? The family will be
in an uproar over a meeting with the current Campione. The Mariya family
never possessed the proper prestige and stature in the first place..."
Wondering "What should be done?" with great worry, Yuri seemed to be
voicing her thoughts in succession. Could this be the beginning of a
meeting with her entire family?

Godou felt a chill spreading from his stomach--

Just as he felt trapped by a mysterious sense of stress, his cellphone

received a message.

Opening it to check, it was from Asuka. 'Isn't it time you followed through
with your promise last time? I am very free today.'

After that, Godou confirmed with Asuka the meeting location and left
Nanao Shrine.

Neither Alec nor Guinevere had showed any recent movements. It was still
too early for Godou to enter the stage -- having concluded that, Erica and
the girls saw Godou off.

'Well, it's been too busy recently anyway. Why not forget these
troublesome matters for now and enjoy normal life for a bit? As long as you
don't travel far, we can handle anything that happens.'

That was what Erica had said.

It was true. Staying on crisis alert was quite exhausting.
'By the way, why don't we all go together?'
Godou suggested cheerfully on impulse, causing all the girls to turn their
gaze away. Was it an illusion or were they all sighing out of sight with an
aghast expression?

'Even though it is a tempting invitation, I shall have to decline. Tokunaga

Asuka would not be pleased.'

'Since it's her, you don't have to be concerned.'

'No. Last time when we met, she seemed rather wary of Erica and me.'

'By the way... Since we have the chance, I want to share my knowledge of
Sir Lancelot with Erica-san and Liliana-san. Please go ahead and enjoy
your time with your old friend.'

Hearing Liliana's rejection and Yuri's words which sounded like a newly
married wife's advice of "you've been working hard lately, go take a good
break," Godou accepted their well wishes and departed alone.

The time was 6pm on Friday night, the beginning of the weekend. The
meeting place was in front of Ueno station.

Asuka and Godou were both residents of Nezu in the Bunkyou ward. If
they wanted to go shopping, nearby Ueno (or Akihabara depending on
what they needed to buy) was the top choice.
"Yo."
"Too slow. You're twenty seconds late."

This was the completely tactless greeting Godou received at Ueno station.

Godou was unfazed as it was typical of Asuka to scold with acrimony for
minor lateness. Besides, they were friends who knew each other inside
out, which was what mattered. As a side note, the childhood friend was
wearing a hooded parka, a knitted top and jeans. Totally lacking in
fashionability.
On the other hand, were Asuka to make a sudden stylish appearance,
Godou would be even more troubled instead.

"Then let's hurry and go shop. Have you decided on a gift?"

"No, not yet."
"What an unreliable guy. Then let's have a strategy conference first. Tell
me what does Shizuka-chan like?"

"I'm not too sure myself."

"You've transcended unreliability, Mr. Useless Brother."

"...Wait a minute. Last time when my mom found a forgotten bottle of
German wine of 90s vintage, Shizuka drank it happily with me and
grandpa."

"Don't treat these anecdotes from the overly unusual Kusanagi household
as typical everyday family life!"
Glared at by Asuka, Godou shrugged.

He silently emphasized the fact that he could do nothing about his

ignorance. Even if he wanted to get her a memorable gift or some kind of
surprise, he was completely helpless.

"No need for these strange investigations. Let's just pick something
passable and be done with it."

"I can't believe you can be so popular with girls in spite of such abysmal
character. In a certain sense, this is my biggest surprise of a lifetime."

Asuka sighed at Godou's conservative idea.

"I can't be that popular, right?"

"Shut up! Your declaration of unpopularity has zero credibility. This I've
already known since kindergarten. Like grandfather, like grandson. Isn't
that exactly what the saying describes!?"

"Like grandfather like grandson whatever. Don't jump to conclusions while

ignoring my personality!"

"I didn't jump to conclusions! Whether Grandpa Ichirou or your old

acquaintances, everyone says the same thing!"

The two were caught in a dialogue that sounded like exploding

firecrackers.
It had been quite a long time since his last heated discussion with Asuka.
Even though Godou had been in the same school with her up until the end
of middle school, they had been separated since high school. After that,
they never had another argument like this.
If he had to give a description, this resembled his casual arguments with
Erica.

However, the crisp sense of no loose ends could only be felt when doing it
with Asuka.

"By the way, I have a friend who's troubled by popularity, and is a real
lady-killer. Should we get some advice from that person?"

Recalling Sayanomiya Kaoru's mighty exploits, Godou suggested.

Well, even if the person providing counsel was a "her" instead of a "him,"
this kind of gender issue should not really pose a hindrance, right?

"Your circle of friends have become more and more suspicious lately...
Your idea is rejected. We have to do it with our own ability without
borrowing suggestions from others!"

"Ah, but wait a minute. In fact I've already accepted some sponsorship."

After learning the whole story, Erica, Yuri and Liliana had offered tokens of
financial support.

Hearing Godou's words, Asuka went "Eh?" with great surprise.

"They all know that I am meeting with Godou?"

"Yeah. I just told them."

"I-I can't believe you had the gall to say it..."

"What gall? They even cheerfully sent me on my way."

Well, they did show some subtle expressions, but nothing worthy of note,
right?
Faced with Godou's response, Asuka could only reply "I-I suppose" with a
stiff expression. Then she spoke with a stunned and thoughtful expression:
"I-In other words, they think I've fallen so far behind in the competition that
they don't see me as a threat, deciding it's not even worth their while to
interfere... Oooh, though it offers advantages in a way, I have such mixed
feelings... But then again, competing with that Erica-san is totally
impossible from the very beginning..."
Asuka hesitantly muttered to herself in a voice that Godou could not pick
up.

"What's with you?"

"Mmmhmm, nothing!"

"By the way, last time when you met Erica, you were acting really
strange?"

This childhood friend was a "cool fellow," while Erica was also a social
expert.

Wondering if they might be harboring some past grudge, Godou asked just
in case:

"Do you hate Erica perhaps? Even though she loves being the center of
attention and she's quite striking in truth, she is in fact quite an interesting
and thoughtful girl. I think she can get along with you quite well."

"Ah, not at all. I don't hate Erica-san, not one bit."

Asuka seemed to be panicking as she randomly waved her hands in front

of her.

"Let's put it another way. She has a 'good character,' right?"

Asuka was a "good fellow" while Erica had a "good character," that was
correct.

What an apt description, Godou was impressed.

"I agree that getting to know her will be very interesting. Simply looking at
her face or attire and I'm guaranteed not to be bored. Also, I think the only
teenage girl in the entire world who can rival Auntie Mayo is Erica-san."

"Hmm... Pretty much."

His mother, Kusanagi Mayo. Godou nodded at the mention of her name.
"Whether Mariya-san or Liliana-san, neither of them can match your
mother. In that sense, I believe Erica is very interesting. But well, how
should I put it..."
Stopping there, the childhood friend showed a slightly sad expression.
"I knew it, only girls who transcend common sense would be hanging
around a guy like you, right? I've thought over this a lot, but that's all. I
don't hate her, and next time we meet, we'll surely become great friends."

"...I see?"

"These are the subtle stirrings of a maiden's heart that you haven't a single
clue about. Anyway, a budget increase is good news after all. It's about
time to accomplish our mission."

Asuka's crisp tones spurred Godou into action.

In the next two hours, the two of them wandered through the shops in
Ueno.

They ended up buying a perfectly sized handbag. Since the design was
not overly extravagant, it was appropriate for all occasions.

Abandoning clumsy surprises, the duo aimed for unambitious but

guaranteed success.

Rather than Godou, they decided to have Asuka keep the item instead.

If kept at the Kusanagi home, the gift's existence might possibly be

discovered by Shizuka. Thus they decided not to ruin the little surprise.
"Since it's already this late, let's grab a meal somewhere? As thanks for
helping me, let it be my treat."

"Sure, but no need to treat me. I won't be able to sleep at night if I owe you
a favor."

"Fine, no treat. How about that curry shop we haven't been to for so long?"

"You mean the one we visited so often back in middle school!?"

"Yeah. The one opened by the Pakistani who knows my grandpa."

"I'll pass! That's the place where as long as you or your grandpa show up,
they start speaking freely in Urdu, taking out the hidden menu normally
shown to Pakistanis only, and serve super spicy authentic native cuisine.
It's way too international for me!"

"Those are its strong points. Isn't it a rather unique shop?"

"No thanks to that type of individuality! I don't need any special treatment,
just mild curry properly catered to the Japanese palate please!"

Arguing amongst themselves with impunity, they bickered acrimoniously.

On Friday night, the streets of Ueno were rather lively.

A place with many foreigners. Consequently, a Caucasian girl with
honey-colored hair and sky-blue eyes would not be considered a
particularly wondrous sight. Nevertheless, she was clearly different from all
the rest.

--Beautiful. She was a girl in her late teens with an outstanding sort of
otherworldly beauty.

Her shaggy honey-colored hair was not very long. Tall slim build. An
exquisite face like an angel's, displaying all-surpassing purity.

There was a natural impression of transparency, incongruent with the

prosperous streets at night.

Like a cool breeze blowing across pastures, or perhaps, streaking across

the deep blue sky.

Such was the atmosphere surrounding this beautiful face. Furthermore,

she was dressed rather bizarrely -- her entire body was wrapped in a
slightly dirty cloak down to her boots.
However, this vagabond attire only served to further contrast with her
outstanding beauty--

It seemed only natural, but why? Godou thought incredulously.

"Hey Asuka. Do you know that woman?"

"Eh, who? ...Ah, isn't she so pretty? Wow~"

This was on a main street near Ueno station.

The exceptionally cool Caucasian beauty was waiting for the lights to
change at the intersection.
Only when Godou looked at her and commented did Asuka notice the girl's
existence. Furthermore, no one else in the surroundings seemed to be
looking at her. On further thought, these people could not have abandoned
the chance to stare at this otherworldly beauty, but rather, they did not
notice her.

People looked at her like a roadside stone.

The same way no one would focus their gaze on the blowing wind.
No one glanced at the girl deliberately. This strange phenomenon -- could
she be one of them? But Godou did not feel any battle spirit rising up from
within, nor did his body fill with power.

In other words, he had not met a god.

Then she was a girl, right? Godou stared at her as she waited for the traffic
signal to change.

Immediately following--

The girl suddenly turned her head and her eyes met with Godou's.

She smiled. Smiling like a breeze blowing across pastures mixed with
sunlight, she walked towards him.

"We finally meet. You, my destiny."

The girl murmured with a refreshingly cool voice that matched her
overwhelmingly transparent beauty.

Part 3
"Man of my destiny. The youth whom ought to partake in our shared fate...
Now I am most certain, my journey's only purpose was to encounter dear
sir."

The cloaked beauty was speaking in fluent Japanese.

"Dear sir must be feeling the same. Feeling that I am your fated rival, with
my existence stirring excitement in your chest, surely your blood must be
boiling? Hohoho, I know."
No matter how much Godou wished to deny it, her ostentatious manner of
speech was greatly reminiscent of the gods.
Nevertheless, Godou's body and mind of a Campione's did not show any
of the usual signs of encountering a god. Could she be a comrade of that
particular Divine Ancestor instead?
"You... what's your name?"

"What? No idea. Or rather, I have forgotten it."

The mysterious girl replied calmly to Godou's question.

"Forgotten?"
"Ah yes. In actual fact, my origins, the reason I am here... All have been
forgotten. I've been wandering here for days, with nothing but passion for
sustenance, yes."

"What the heck is that?"

"I was thinking there was someone I was predestined to meet. That person
is my fated rival. This sense of certainty has been seething quietly all
along."

Extending her arm out from her cloak, the girl pressed her hand against
her chest.

Despite being obscured by the thick fabric, the contours of the bountiful
bosom were still highly conspicuous. Even with such an obvious slender
physique, her feminine characteristics were so voluptuous.

But anyway--

The self-proclaimed amnesiac girl should be no ordinary mortal. Who on

earth could she be?
A Divine Ancestor? Godou stared sharply at the girl--

"W-Wait a minute, Godou. Are you sure you are meeting this girl for the
first time?"

Asuka interrupted, as if suspicious of something.

Godou frantically nodded, trying to defend himself:

"Uh yeah. Whether seeing her or speaking in person, it's the first time."
"Clearly then, isn't this a case of intense passionate courtship? In other
words, love on first sight? And a foreigner too! Unbelievable, all these
inexplicable people everywhere!"

"Eh? Love on first sight?"

"That's exactly what the girl's words sound like!"

Really? Godou was surprised by Asuka's furious accusation.

Why didn't I think of that. Put it this way, if this mysterious girl's
declaration--

Godou stared at the girl.

The girl with neither name nor memory stared back.

Gaze met with gaze. Sight clashed with sight. Soul collided with soul.
Indeed, Godou felt his heart stirring with excitement. He was bound in
some mysterious way to this woman, that was what Godou sensed.

"Hoho... How embarrassing. Dear sir's gaze is unbearable. For there to be

an existence that causes me to burn passionately from inside, this fact...
truly brings shivers down my spine."
Flames of passion shimmered in the girl's eyes like a lover's burning
desire.

But that was only a superficial resemblance. Godou knew. He had noticed
what she truly desired.

But Asuka probably did not. If this misunderstanding persisted, things

could get troublesome. Just as Godou considered various appropriate
explanations, he was shocked.

What shocked him was the childhood friend's question.

"...Hey Godou. It's just a hunch, but you're not going to get into a fight with
this person, right?"

As befitted the longtime friend known since kindergarten.

She was gradually garnering a vague sense of Godou's excited state from
his attitude and demeanor. Just as Godou choked at the astuteness of
Asuka's perception, he said:
"Nonsense. This person seems to be in a complicated situation, so I'll chat
with her for a bit. If necessary I will call the police or ask people I know for
help. Why don't you go home first?"

In order to avoid getting Asuka involved, he came up with this quick plan
out of worry.
"By people you know, you mean your grandpa or your weird friends?"

"Ah yes, that's right... Wait a minute, grandpa aside, I don't find my friends
that weird."

"Yes yes. Let's ignore that for now."

Asuka sighed and said:

"Well, I also have friends I wouldn't want you to meet, so I'll take my leave
with this thing. But Godou..."

The paper bag held the gift for Shizuka they had just bought.
Snatching it away from Godou's hands, Asuka declared:

"You once described yourself as a pacifist. It's fine if you go overboard a bit
in desperate times, but please be mindful overall. Okay, absolutely do not
get involved with any messy conflict! Please bear this in mind!"
From the childhood friend came gratifying and honest advice.

But, can it be fulfilled -- Godou raised his chin at the amnesiac girl,
motioning "Let's go over there." Smiling sweetly, the girl followed silently.

"Hey you. Could you be a god?"

"Yes or no? I have not a single clue."

"Or a Divine Ancestor? I've heard that they always look like little girls."

"...And so?"

Godou fired off abrupt questions in succession as he walked.

Any normal person would be rendered speechless by such questions but
the girl listened calmly, simply giving meaningless answers in the end.

In this manner, the two came to Ueno Park. This plot of land included Ueno
Zoo, the National Museum of Nature and Science, the National Museum of
Western Art, the famous Shinobazu Pond, etc. This vast expanse of a park
was an imperial gift to the city.
"I remember virtually nothing."

There were very few pedestrians in the park at night.

Walking side by side with Godou, the girl murmured:
"However. In the very depths of my blank memory, I can recall a few scant
scenes... I am guided by the white star, while a certain someone is guided
by the black star. That person is the one destined for a decisive duel with
me, for we are ultimate arch nemeses who ought to lead each other
towards death. This has been branded onto my battle-scarred soul."

"...Eh?"

Hearing the unexpected subject of her murmurs, Godou unwittingly halted

his steps.
The girl stood still and gazed sharply at Godou in opposition.

"The one shrouded by the black star is my destiny. And my soul tells me
you are that one. Your life and death and mine are intimately linked and
inseparable."

"Perhaps... It can't be, you're Lancelot...?"

The deadly battle where the divine sword of the white star faced off against
the divine sword of black annihilation.

Godou asked in shock in response to the girl's descriptions of that

unforgettable scene.

"Lance -- lot...?"

Immediately, the otherworldly girl's face froze.

An intense domineering presence entered the girl's deep and mysterious

eyes. Aloof solemnity surfaced on that beautiful face that was like the cool
breeze blowing across great plains of pastures. Then her lips shaped
themselves into a smile.

Godou felt power surging through his mind and body. Reacting to the
divine presence, Godou entered a battle-ready state.

"Ho, hohoho... Yes. Rather, I believed in my destiny. That you would surely
remember my name as a knight and call it out. Thus the enchantment I
cast on myself has been lifted..."
"What!?"
Godou was greatly shocked to learn he was the one responsible for
awakening her.
Lancelot du Lac. The white war god who appeared before others with an
impressively cool and masculine image. Guinevere's Sir Knight who had
killed Athena... That was the way it should be.

"Wait a minute! Even your voice is different, don't give me nonsense!"

In the past, the voice coming from the white armor had been a man's
beautiful voice.

But now Godou was hearing a beautiful female alto voice. A girl's voice
inviting of tender affection.

"This is not a battlefield, and one's armor has been removed. Displaying
this Knight's original voice on occasion is condoned, is it not?"

"O-Original!? This is your natural voice!?"

Met with Godou's shock, the girl who answered to the name of Lancelot
nodded "yes."

Indeed, it was a solemn gesture very reminiscent of the war god.

"Eh? Umm, but shouldn't you wear female attire!?"

"How rude. Having taken off one's armor, the beautiful queen of the
equestrian tribes stands before you. There is no obligation to dress up as a
woman. Kusanagi Godou, you are truly an uncouth fellow foreign to proper
etiquette for treating a lady."

"Eeeeeeeeeh!?"

As the beauty angrily aired her grievances, Godou began clutching his
head in his arms.

Taken completely by surprise. But then again, the fact that she was no
ordinary person had been apparent from the start.

But he never expected to be told something like this!

However, there was no disbelief or suspicion. The actions, words and
presence of the beautiful girl before him -- truth be told, everything was
consistent with Lancelot du Lac.
"Until just now, why didn't I get the usual restless feeling when I encounter
gods!?"
"In order to slip past your wary senses, the [Insane Rush] enchantment
was used to seal away one's memories -- this Knight cursed oneself to
lose one's divine name and memories until you were encountered."

Beautiful Lancelot smiled with sweetness.

"Used an enchantment to seal away memories... What kind of magic is

that?"
"Hohoho, an enchantment for provoking a rampage from a heart filled with
dormant desire. Originally it was merely a trick to make someone berserk.
Forsaking reason and dignity, consumed with rushing forward with insanity,
more or less a minor adjustment to one's innermost heart. Like this time."

Godou understood. It was probably something similar to mental

manipulation or hypnosis.

He did not expect such a hand from Lancelot whom he originally thought
was only skilled at charging like a knight... But then again, going berserk
from desire could be considered a sudden charge in a certain sense.
"A ruffian like one is not suited to be a palace knight. This Knight has
enchanted oneself on occasion, thereby breaking out of the palace.
Hohoho, it has been a long while since one last did this."

Lancelot smiled as she spoke, prompting Godou to recall a name.

That's right. Verethragna was the same.

"The myths of the 'Knights of the Round Table,' have you heard of them?
Those were the stories engineered by the first Guinevere and spread by
monks and friars. They even devoted so much effort to elevating one to the
'greatest knight.' Oh well, even so, there is no way to disguise one's
identity as a berserk warrior."

In Godou's first encounter with the god, Verethragna had also lost his
memory and divine qualities.
The one who placed the Persian Warlord in such a state was the divine
king Melqart of the Phoenicians. Through her own authority, Lancelot had
done the same thing.
In the instant Godou understood, Lancelot approached in a flash.

Just like that, Godou entered her embrace. Wrapped by the fabric of her
cloak, Godou could feel the touch of Lancelot's hand against his head.
"This Knight even forgot one was a god. However, one believed in you, the
fated enemy, and wandered without pause, certain one shall encounter
you again. And so, the wish is finally realized..."

Oh crap. Godou smacked his lips.

Due to excessive surprise, he had let down his guard. Godou instantly tried
to struggle out of Lancelot's restraints, mustering all his strength, but it was
too late.

Lancelot's beautiful face gradually drew near -- and immediately the

unexpected act occurred.

The refreshingly cool beauty seized Godou's lips with her own.
"For the sake of the beloved child, one must vanquish Alexandre
Gascoigne. However, he is a formidable foe difficult to grasp. One cannot
boast lightly of assured victory against such an enemy. So, Kusanagi
Godou, combine your strength with this Knight and crush Gascoigne. Once
the mission is accomplished, our deadly duel of destiny shall commence!"

Was this the curse of [Insane Rush]--? Godou gulped down a mouthful of
air.

His mind and body of a Campione's was being ensnared by Lancelot's

authority.
What a terrifying power of coercion. Reason and dignity were accelerating
towards insanity. Impossible to resist. Blood was boiling disorderly, and his
heart burned like a flame.

That's right. Defeat Gascoigne first. Then duel decisively with this woman
afterwards.

Having made his decision, Godou twisted his lips into a savage smile.

"Take me to Guinevere. Let the show begin."

"Acknowledged, one's destiny."

Ending the kiss of the covenant, the white war god smiled gracefully and
answered.
Chapter 5 - Black Prince versus Kusanagi Godou
Part 1
Alexandre Gascoigne was a god-slaying Devil King.

However, he did not have the kind of overwhelming vitality that allowed him
to subsist on air. Neither did he have the lifestyle preference to endure
living outdoors in the wilderness.
...But in actual fact, Alec displayed substantial survival skills in crisis
situations. With that kind of ability, going so far as to build shelter on an
uninhabited island, skillfully foraging and making fire, it was very possible
to establish a new life of comfort.

Nevertheless, Alec was an adult male born in modern society.

He never wanted to emphasize that kind of vitality in particular. When

staying abroad for extended periods of time, it became kind of customary
for him to establish a local stronghold.
This time, he chose to lurk at the Yokohama Chinatown in Japan.

"Alec, what kind of Campione is Kusanagi Godou?"

"In short, a person who brings tons of trouble to his surroundings...

Anyway, it's obvious I'm busy right now. If you want to chat, save it for
later."

Alec quickly replied to Cecilia Cheung who was waiting in the living room.

He was in the kitchen, noisily stirring a Chinese wok, heating leftover rice
to drive out the moisture.

"I consider my question more important than preparing lunch..."

The bespectacled girl who remained majestically expressionless by

default, spoke indifferently as always.
"I hate being disturbed when concentrating on a specific task. It's almost
ready anyway. Just be quiet for a moment."
Stir-frying the rice until individual grains were distinctly separated for a
fluffy texture was the secret to authentic fried rice--
Wearing an apron, Alec stared only at the wok without even glancing at his
subordinate.
The [Royal Arsenal] association's commander-in-chief and its Taiwanese
member were currently in a luxury apartment at Yokohama's Chinatown --
in a room on the ninth floor of the eighteen-story building.

This was where Alec lurked.

The port city of Yokohama, facing Tokyo Bay, was not a place worthy of
being called a stronghold.

Locked away by the labyrinth authority, the little island was merely a piece
of rock. Even someone like Alec was not curious enough to want to live
there.

As a side note, the two of them were not using a rented unit.

Cecilia Cheung -- as one of Chinese descent, she had asked a relative to

provide her with this apartment.

Naturally, the relative in question was no ordinary person but a core leader
of the Chinese wizardry association, the [Nine Heavens Syndicate]. This
relative was partial to the renown of Black Prince Alec.
Had they chosen to lurk in the imperial capital's confines, the History
Compilation Committee would likely have pinpointed their residence's
location.

Hence Alec made a request to the [Nine Heavens Syndicate], thereby

obtaining accommodations in Chinatown, a place known to the Japanese
wizardry world as the "Concession."

"Here... Take these to the table over there."

"Got it. Hey Alec, I've wanted to say this a long time ago, you really are a
diligent person."

Cecilia sighed as she spoke. She surveyed the unit as she carried out the
crab fried rice, Chinese chicken soup and seafood salad that was
portioned for two.
This 4LDK[1] unit had been kept neat and tidy without a speck of dust.
The unit had already undergone extensive cleaning in preparation for the
Devil King Campione's arrival. But in addition to that, Alec himself devoted
time every day to clean and tidy up the place.

'Servants and chefs? I can take care of myself. I don't like strangers
buzzing around in my surroundings. Also, please keep your comments to
yourself.'

That was the order he had issued with a stiff poker face.

As a side note, given sufficient living standards, Alec did not bother with
making effective use of every room.
All he needed was a single bedroom with a bed, closet and a desk.
Researching or contemplating deep into the night, it was common for him
to lie on the sofa when suffering from insomnia. This was enough. Whether
a 4LDK or a 1K unit, having space to live was sufficient.

Even so, he still tidied up every nook and cranny in all the rooms. That was
the kind of disciplined life Alec led.

Thirty minutes earlier, Cecilia who was staying at a relative's house, had
just returned with food she bought from Chinatown--

'You call this crab fried rice!? The rice grains are soggy and they used
frozen crab meat -- not only that, it's poor quality stuff that's been frozen
and refrozen multiple times. Let me show you how authentic fried rice is
done!'

Saying that, he began firing up the wok. At the same time, he started
preparing the soup and salad with great familiarity.

"Even though I seek expediency, there are things I cannot compromise on.
If a residence is uncomfortable, I will personally improve the conditions. If I
want delicious food, I will cook it myself. That's all there is to it."

"That is one thing amazing about you -- a philosophy that works equally
well whether in a city or an uninhabited island..."

Boss and subordinate sat face to face at the table, chatting as they
enjoyed their meal.
"Well, that Kusanagi guy sure brings troubles to others."
Satisfied with the fluffy texture of the fried rice, Alec chatted in an equally
fluffy mood.
"That guy's modus operandi is to go around claiming to be a pacifist. That's
how he catches others off guard. If he is regarded as a dangerous object
from the start, then people will notice as soon as he approaches. However,
since he successfully disguises himself as harmless, people relax and he
uses the opening to cause mass destruction."

Alec had been observing events in Japan during the commotions caused
by the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and Lancelot.
As a result, he had gained a clear understanding of the Campione
Kusanagi Godou.

"Furthermore, his ability to deceive women is unparalleled. I don't know

how he did it, but he seems to have won the demonic cult leader's
approval, and become her sworn little brother..."
"As befits one of Alec's peers."

As Cecilia concurred, Alec frowned slightly.

"Don't even think of comparing me with those other guys as if we're in the
same category. There's actually nothing similar, for I am different from
those who act impulsively without thinking."

"Alec, you should pay more attention instead. Try not to be in denial over
your own nature, okay?"
"Nonsense. I am a rare person who has thoroughly grasped his own
strengths and weaknesses."

"Is that so? By the way, I was thinking..."

Alec's confident protest was simply brushed aside by Cecilia with

indifference.

Hmm. The furrow on Alec's brow deepened.

"Such a troublesome character. Even if we do not recruit him as an ally we
should not make enemies out of him. But Alec, you always look like you
are taking a battle stance. Clearly you're lacking in caution."

"No. That idea of yours is very flawed. It pains me to say this, but your
perception is lacking."
Alec shook his head at the clever but inexperienced Cecilia.

"Flawed? How so?"

"The fact that you keep thinking of them as normal people. Listen well,
when dealing with people beyond common sense like Campiones, be sure
to abandon naive notions such as 'negotiations can bring peaceful
resolution,' 'the other party is human too,' or 'humans can reach mutual
understanding.' These people should be understood as 'ferocious beasts'
instead."

"...Really?"

"Ah yes. It must have been seven years ago, when I was on an expedition
in California. I met Los Angeles' John Pluto Smith. Even as a Campione,
that guy was predisposed towards rationality, so I thought I could develop
amicable relations easily. At least, it shouldn't become hostile.
Consequently, I couldn't even voice out one tenth of the thoughts running
through my mind when I met him."
"...What were they?"

"Thoughts like 'you're an adult and you still haven't graduated from your
masked disguise phase?' 'Always using playacting speech and behavior to
garner attention like some kind of narcissist.' Also 'Making others wait
every time in order to arrive fashionably late,' that kind of stuff... And much
more. I'm sure anyone who met him has had all kinds of thoughts like this."

Recalling the past encounter, Alec explained.

"However, all that effort turned out to be a waste. We had clearly

established friendly relations already, but a week after our encounter,
Smith and I had an all-out fight. It pretty much reached a stalemate..."

"How did it come to this?"

"Maybe the timing of our encounter wasn't right, or perhaps I can't keep up
with that overly egotistical personality of his... In the end, we had a
ceasefire and signed a non-aggression pact, agreeing to keep out of each
other's affairs."
"The one with the greater ego should be you, right..."

"Anyway, that was it. I've experienced many similar incidents in the past."
Interrupting Cecilia who seemed to have many opinions to offer, Alec
asserted:
"When the opponent is a Campione, conflicts will arise if they are coming,
while peace talks will occur naturally only if they are possible.
Consequently, trying to change anything only results in wasted effort."

" "......" "

Without reaching any consensus, Alec and the silent girl stared at each
other.

Anyway, has she been convinced to change her inappropriate views? Just
as Alec puzzled--

"By the way, are things over at the 'island' fine?"

Cecilia changed the subject. Perhaps she had grown tired of the fruitless
discussion.

"No problem. An alarm will be transmitted here if anyone approaches that

labyrinthine sea. If anything happens, I can return immediately."

The "island" which was the legendary Avalon, or perhaps known as the
Floating Island.

The ancient island raised up by the Heavenly Reverse Halberd in the

waters near Yokosuka. Using the authority of divine speed to turn into
lightning, Alec could fly there in an instant.

"That island is the place where King Arthur... No, his prototype the war god
sleeps, right? He should be embracing that [Sword] called the whatever
divine sword of salvation while sleeping there, right?"

"Exactly."

Answering Cecilia's question, Alec sipped a mouthful of soup.

"If that was the way it should be, Alec, why did you have to use that
artifact? By common logic, should that island not exist originally?"
When Alec went to Los Angeles, he had ordered Cecilia to retrieve an
artifact.
Asked about the secret treasure that Alec had discovered on an
Indonesian island and assigned to a local trusted acquaintance for
safekeeping, Alec replied indifferently.

"But of course, it is more than necessary. It is the crucial item needed to

summon that Guinevere to this island. Predicting it would surely come in
handy at some point, I had the foresight to keep it hidden rather than
displayed at headquarters."

The museum at St. Ives was where his stronghold was located.

It was the place where Alec often exhibited the things he discovered or
borrowed.

However, everyone knew it was the Black Prince's home. None of his
subordinates who frequented the place were weak in combat. As a final
safeguard, Sir Iceman was stationed there, but Alec still would not keep
any item there which would attract truly dangerous enemies.

"True. But Alec, it is very hard to believe how you came to be so certain of
something that should be there but was not there."

"On the contrary. Precisely because it is the resting place of the 'King of
the End,' that possibility is very unlikely instead. For that island is the place
the Divine Ancestors have sought in vain over the past millennium and
more."
Thinking of Guinevere, Alec continued.

"That witch must have considered this a long time ago -- if the search
continues to be fruitless, what could be the reason? Perhaps someone has
cleverly concealed the master's location. The sleeping master, what ways
could he have been hidden... Something like that."

It must have been the ancient members in the upper echelons of the
History Compilation Committee. Apparently they saw the threat presented
by the "King of the End" and decided to conceal his existence. If I were in
their shoes, how would I hide him?
What Alec pondered from there was what Guinevere never considered.
This was the difference in their thinking.
"Well, even if the conclusion is correct, I have no way of speculating
beyond that. Simply considering the current situation, there are twenty
possible outcomes. All I can do is set up a gambit which handles all of
them. Simply stated, this is all in preparation for capturing Guinevere."

"...What are you planning?"

But at that moment, Cecilia said softly:

"Even though you are so talented... You must be quite a failure in dealing
with 'women.'"

"Nonsense. I am completely different from Kusanagi Godou. I'm not going

to obsess over women, nor am I going to regret my decisions simply
because of getting duped by females. You owe me an apology."
Alec retorted angrily, but Cecilia shook her head vigorously.

"That's not what I meant. What Alec's plans incur, are likely the
unpredictable thoughts and feelings of women, infatuation, obsession or
the like. Because it is unconditional love, consequently, the type of
enemies you have the most trouble handling are basically 'women.' That
Princess is a very good example."

"Stop trying to find fault in strange ways. That type of women, I do not have
any trouble at all."

Secretly reminiscing Greenwich's Princess, Alec exclaimed.

At this time, a "familiar" manifested on the table in the form of a [Black

Calf]. However, it was only the size of one's palm. Its round eyes
glimmered with definite intellect.

The calf which suddenly appeared out of space, sat next to the bowl of
fried rice gazing up at Alec.

"A visitor?"

Alec puckered a smile. This was the familiar born from the authority of the
ferocious bull god Minos.

It had manifested for the sake of managing and guarding the labyrinth Alec
had created. Through eye contact with the calf, Alec instantly received
intel.
(In the waters around the labyrinth, a strong magical presence has
appeared.)
"Divine beast? Fake god? Or Lancelot?"

(Unknown. But not a [Heretic God].)

"In other words, it should be something above a divine beast. Looks like
Guinevere has finally made a decision, cautious though she may be. I will
go there immediately."

Alec leisurely spooned fried rice into his mouth as he spoke.

It was not so urgent that he did not have the leisure to fill his stomach or
get a change of clothes. So, which jacket should he wear today? Alec
pondered as he ate.
Today will probably be quite busy, unless time was used wisely--

Part 2
On the next day after the war god's ambush, Kusanagi Godou came to
Shounan.

Outside the window was the vast and deep blue sea. The location was a
seaside cafe.

Yesterday, Lancelot had enchanted Godou with a secret technique for

making desires run amok. This resulted in the formation of an exotic
partnership between enemies.

"Why must a meal be partaken at such a venue..."

Guinevere grumbled disapprovingly.

The Witch Queen who always kept a serious expression was showing such
an expression for the first time. Nevertheless, Godou ignored her.

Satisfying my hunger is the most important thing right now. Godou took a
huge bite from his sandwich containing chicken, organic vegetables and
herbs. Tasty! The leafy greens of the rucola lettuce were very fresh, the
thin slices of tomatoes were quite fragrant, and the salty taste of the
chicken made it even more delicious.
"I won't stop you if you want to stay away from towns and crowds, but I'm
not interested, nor do I share that preference. While on the move with me,
do try to conform to my way of doing things, got that?"
Slowly swallowing his sandwich, Godou declared leisurely.

Sitting opposite Godou were two girls. Divine Ancestor Guinevere and
cool-looking Lancelot with her short honey-colored hair.

Guinevere was rather striking in her usual black formal dress.

Whenever a beautiful girl dressed up in Gothic lolita fashion, crowds of
onlookers naturally gathered. Whether staff or customers, all were staring
at Guinevere with admiration.

"In any case, this lowly establishment of philistines is inadequate for one of
Guinevere's stature. Kusanagi-sama, given you are also one of high
stature, do express some concern for a lady!"

Unsettled by people's stares, Guinevere spoke with her face all red.

On the other hand, Lancelot sitting next to her remained calm and
composed.

"Is this not wonderful? To be an adorable child. Even alone in the

wilderness, you will be gazed upon by the blowing wind and the
constellations filling up the sky. Birds, bugs and beasts are all watching
you. Humans likewise. Those of one's stature merely need to display
corresponding solemnity."
Saying that, she raised her coffee cup to her lips.

Naturally, the Divine Ancestor and the war god did not have a clue about
coffee etiquette. The coffee they were drinking had been Godou's judicious
choice.
Lancelot had removed the slightly filthy cloak she was wearing yesterday
and changed her clothes.
A white knitted sweater over a shirt together with black pants. Rather
tasteful and conservative attire.

"But Sir Knight!"

"Hohoho. Being called that in this current state, is slightly embarrassing."

The short-haired beauty smiled at the furious one she protected.

In actual fact, Lancelot was drawing an equal amount of attention. As a

knight she openly accepted it all, letting everything meld into the scenery of
the cafe.

Nevertheless, these words of advice failed to appease Guinevere's

indignant emotions.

She finds things unbearable simply because of the crowd's stares? Godou
found it rather incredible. He would have thought she was a woman less
petty than that--

"Ah yes, really?"

Discerning the reason for Guinevere's displeasure, Godou could not help
chuckling to himself.

"What are you laughing about, Kusanagi-sama?"

"Well, this. I think you are unexpectedly cute in certain ways."

"Cute? What are you referring to?"

"You should know very well, Guinevere."

"What!?"

Guinevere's face instantly flushed all red.

"Kusanagi-sama, exalted as you are as a Devil King, how could you speak
so rudely to the Witch Queen? Please be mindful of your own behavior.
Why on earth do you have to call Guinevere cute!?"
"Because you are very stubborn."

Godou smiled mischievously and teased.

"Since yesterday, I have taken all matters into my hands. Finding so many
things inconsistent with the great Witch Queen's expectations, you are
quite displeased, right?"

Last night, Godou had received Lancelot's curse.

Led by the beautiful war deity, Godou came to the seaside where
Guinevere was waiting.

'Thank you for your patience, Kusanagi-sama. For you to accept our
humble invitation, we are overjoyed from the depths of our hearts--'

Guinevere offered a welcome in her usual tones full of pretense. That

child-like smiling face was overflowing with the Witch Queen's glee from
having snatched a chance for victory. However, Godou declared without
even looking at her:

'Whatever. I accept the invitation.'

Then he extended his hand towards Guinevere's face.

The one and only Witch Queen could not help but feel her body stiffen
instantly. During this time, her slender chin was being clamped between
Godou's index and middle fingers, forcing her to lift her gaze towards
Godou's face.

'Remember this well. After I take care of Gascoigne, I will conclude matters
with that Lancelot. I will not allow you to interfere. Otherwise, prepare
yourself for the consequences. You do want to revive the one called the
'King of the End,' right?'

'Y-You are saying you will kill Guinevere...!?'

'Of course not. I won't do that. However, there are many ways to obstruct
you from reviving him. You'd better not even think of going against me
when I'm in top form."

Godou had been speaking softly.

However, he was now speaking in a voice so fearsome and solemn he
himself could not believe it possible. Her spirit broken, Guinevere only
nodded vigorously in earnest. Then she cast a helpless gaze towards her
protector.
'Apologies, beloved child. One has enchanted Kusanagi Godou with
[Insane Rush], a curse that allows him to fight Alexandre Gascoigne before
dueling with this Knight. It is exceedingly simple... But as expected of a
god-slayer, he possesses substantial dignity. Even under a curse, it would
appear that forming an alliance of equals is impossible.'

'Equals? Don't be ludicrous.'

Hearing Lancelot's words, Godou ridiculed.

'Just leave everything to me from this point onwards. If an overcautious
woman like Guinevere were to be in charge, even what is rightfully yours
cannot be won back. Until the battle with Gascoigne begins, you are both
under my command. Only this way can lead you to victory."

This declaration caused Guinevere's beautiful face to pale.

On the other hand, her beautiful guardian deity simply went 'Hmm...' and
crossed her arms, muttering as she contemplated. In the end, no
objections were raised. Deep down, she must have agreed with Kusanagi
Godou's words.
Thus Kusanagi Godou became the leader of this impromptu alliance of
enemies.

After that, Kusanagi Godou commanded Guinevere to prepare food and

lodgings using her magic.

Deciding during the night that "Tomorrow will be the assault on the island,"
he prepared by making detailed plans. A good night's rest to receive the
morning, a good meal in preparation of the battle -- that was how things
came to this.
Then he came to this seaside cafe with two beautiful girls in tow, thus
leading to the present.

"What displeasure, there's nothing of that sort!"

Teased by Godou, Guinevere denied vehemently, her face flushed red

with embarrassment.
But he had most likely hit the mark, for she clumsily turned her face away
from his gaze.
"Hoho, don't be shy. Even as the Witch Queen, that's so childish of you. All
I said just now was you're cute, right? That's not something I dislike."

"Eh?"

Godou's smile gave Guinevere a severe fright.

Even though decades had passed since her successful rebirth, the Divine
Ancestor was still a pubescent girl. The Witch Queen held terrifying
magical power and prestige. Nevertheless, Guinevere was now showing
innocent fear as befitted her appearance.

"Children should act like children and let adults do the work. Even though
I'm not really an adult, I should still be more reliable than you."

"What!? How rude! Guinevere is indeed the witch who was born countless
years past--!"

"No matter how many years ago you were born, nothing has changed your
child-like appearance. In any case, in addition to Lancelot, you now have
one more person to rely on, at least until Gascoigne is defeated. I think it's
fine for you to throw childish tantrums from time to time, right?"
Just like that, without even the passage of half a day.

Godou had already begun to understand the witch Guinevere.

In short, she was just a child. Although it was unclear whether Divine
Ancestors had the same concept of growth or adulthood, at least it was
apparent that Guinevere's mental development was not that mature. This
was probably why her vision was so narrow and she did things
overcautiously.

"I-In that case -- I will be very troubled. Guinevere has her dignity..."

"Well, go ahead and indulge your nature as you like. That's fine too.
Stubborn and obstinate girls who don't think too deeply or try to be
pleasing can be quite cute too."

Watching Guinevere's awkwardness and embarrassment, Godou

commented.
A girl who brought to life the fantasies of many boys, of course she was
very cute.
But only now did Godou realize this contrarian fetish of his. It turned out
Godou had a thing for girls who possessed a difficult side -- examples
included Erica, Yuri, Liliana and Ena.

Come to think of it, his little sister Shizuka and the childhood friend Asuka
also had such facets in their personalities.

Realizing this, Godou unbelievably found them even cuter than before.

"K-Kusanagi-sama, you're the worst!"

On the other hand, Guinevere abruptly turned her face away.

Apparently she could no longer endure Godou's smiling gaze. But even
turned away, her head was still held up high, secretly watching Godou's
movements.

Her feelings had not been hurt, rather it was probably the opposite.

Even though this was very cute of Guinevere -- Lancelot's next move was
completely unexpected.

"By the way, Kusanagi Godou. These two here are not the only ones being
stared at by the crowd, eh? There seem to be many girls gazing at you
with passion in their eyes."
"Really? I don't feel it."

In spite of Lancelot's remark, Godou did not feel anything special.

"Maybe you're mistaken? Guys like me are a dime a dozen. I may be

standing out of the crowd due to being with you two, but whether it's really
'passion in their eyes' is up for debate."

"Hoho. Not at all. In actual fact, you are rather manly."

Before he knew it, Lancelot's face had drawn near -- towards Godou's
face.

In front of him was the refreshingly cool face of this beautiful girl.
Separated by mere centimeters, her lips were about to make contact with
Godou's. From a different angle, it probably looked exactly like a kiss.
At this moment, the girlish cries of "Iyaah!" could be heard from behind.
Turning his head back, Godou found a pair of girls, who looked like first
year middle schoolers, staring at him in an apparent state of panic. They
looked like they had been frightened by something.

Godou smiled silently and waved.

This was not a forced smile but one that carried the message of "my bad."
A momentary smile. The two girls immediately smiled back and waved.

Compared to before, Godou no longer kept his distance from girls as

much.
After receiving Lancelot's enchantment, Godou seemed to have broadened
his horizons. There was a sense that redundant common sense and
preconceptions had been abandoned as he acted in accordance with his
heart's desires.

"Don't act so strangely all of a sudden. It could cause an uproar, you

know?"

After responding to the girls, Godou grumbled to the beautiful knight.

"What? This Knight only worked mischief in an effort to please the girls
who were gazing at you. Pray forgive this Knight. But what one said was
true, is it not?"
"Open to question. All you did was scare those unfamiliar girls with strange
behavior, right?"

Retorting to Lancelot, Godou noticed something.

"You, it's rather rare for gods to recognize ordinary humans."

"If you compare it to the way humans gaze upon ants crawling all over the
floor, the ants do enter their view after all. Whether they are truly
understood is a separate matter. Anyway, that is the truth of things."

Narrowing her sky-blue eyes, Lancelot continued.

"Accompanying you through the world of humans, one simply tried to look
upon them briefly. That's all. However, the one who truly gazes at this
Knight, there is but one human with whom our hearts are linked as one.
That is you -- Kusanagi Godou, dear sir, alone. Please do not forget that."

"As if anyone could forget. I'm the one who's gonna defeat you."
"No, this Knight shall defeat you."

The two gazed into each other's eyes, their faces drawing closer, muttering
in conversation.
Godou and Lancelot's behavior yet again drew girlish cries of "Iyaah!" from
behind. However, Godou did not turn around this time. Nothing was
currently more important than the "enemy" before him.

"Sir Knight and Kusanagi-sama, displaying such mutual love..."

Guinevere suddenly whispered.

There was no tone of sarcasm but an honest remark straight from the
heart.

"Nothing that prosaic. Rather it should be better described as rotten fate or

the like?"

Saying that, Godou withdrew his face from Lancelot's.

From an onlooker's perspective, this might have looked like a "lady on

each arm" but the truth was nowhere near that kind of bliss. This was
merely a makeshift alliance of enemies for the purpose of defeating
Alexandre Gascoigne.

The second duel once matters were settled, was what Godou truly
anticipated in earnest.

Thereafter, Godou and the two girls left the cafe and went towards the sea.

Out of sight of others, he commanded Guinevere to perform flight magic.

Enveloped by a flash of white light, Godou and the Witch Queen, as well
as the beautiful war deity, took flight.

Their destination was the territorial waters of the Devil's Sea.

Godou had earlier instructed Guinevere to prepare a "ship" there.

Godou quietly filled with excitement. After defeating the Black Prince,
Godou will have his second duel with Lancelot du Lac as an eulogy for
Athena.
Of course I will be the victor--
Battle spirit twisted Godou's lips, manifesting in a savage grin on his face.
This was probably due to the curse, right? Godou focused his mind on
battle without any hesitation.

Next time a crisis arose, he would probably go with the flow and enter
battle readiness instantly.

However, there was currently no need to be led by the flow. Godou thirsted
for battle from the depths of his heart, giving his soul free rein to indulge in
excitement, arousal and belligerence. Such freedom, what sense of
liberation!
Kusanagi Godou was no longer hampered by doubt. He had become a
pure warrior, a tyrannical king.

Part 3
Taking the form of lightning, Alec flew across the sky above Tokyo Bay.

Leaving Cecilia behind in Chinatown, he took action alone. Even though

many people considered this a bad habit of his, it could not be helped.
After all, few existed in this world who could keep up with his speed...
Viewed from the Yokohama Chinatown, the sky was clear and sunny.

But now, where the avatar of lightning streaked across, the sky had
become dark and cloudy.

The weather changed -- no, this was the effect of divine or similar
existences. These clouds must have been summoned by Lancelot,
Guinevere or something under her command.

"Well I never."

Maintaining his lightning avatar, Alec muttered.

Hard to believe, but there was a "sailing ship" cruising on the ocean below.
The wooden ship was reinforced by iron plating in various places and
equipped with several cannons. This was a product from the Age of
Discovery -- when the British Empire had been expanding its colonies all
over the world.

Those white sails, raised up high, caught the incoming wind and drove the
ship smoothly forward.
The ship had three masts and its length was less than twenty meters.
However, no crew was visible. Even though manpower was normally
essential for operations, the sailing ship seemed to be moving along like a
fully automatic machine.

This was due to the fact it was a "ship" summoned and moved by magic.

The sailing ship advanced across the ocean beneath the dark and cloudy
sky which heralded a storm's coming. Overall, it gave off a terrifying
solemnity like a ghost ship.

Alec could feel his body and mind in high spirits, filled with power for battle.
A [Heretic God] lurked somewhere in that ship!

"Thunder of the blue sky!"

Chanting the brief spell words, he instantly unleashed his authority.

Immediately, the light burst forth from the lightning avatar's body with a
thunderous crash -- forming thunder and lightning, striking at the ship on
the ocean beneath. A wooden ship would probably have ignited as a
result, but the magic ship remained unharmed.

The [Heretic God] riding on the ship had used magical power to deflect the
lightning.

Alec smiled with a chuckle. After all, the ability to fire off electrical strikes
while in lightning avatar form was simply incidental to the authority of divine
speed. Unable to cause significant harm to gods, it was simply an opening
shot to signify "Alec has arrived."

The flying lightning descended onto the deck of the sailing ship.

Landing, he regained his human form. Alec surveyed his surroundings to

seek signs of his enemies.

"Over here, Alexandre-sama."

Guinevere's familiar voice called out to him.

The blonde Divine Ancestor who resembled an antique doll was stepping
out from the cabin along with Lancelot the knight in white armor.

"Have you finally steeled yourself for a decisive conclusion, Guinevere? It

happened faster than I expected."
Having dealt with and competed against this Witch Queen for the past
eight years, Alec had come to understand Guinevere's personality and way
of thinking completely. Consequently he was rather surprised that she
would decisively risk everything on an all-in gamble within a matter of days.

"Yes. Despite all sorts of concerns, Guinevere managed to muster her

courage and overcome hurdles, all thanks to Your Highness' advice of
'Rely on yourself.'"

"What about Lancelot? As a [Heretic God], he definitely would be a

troublesome opponent."

Alec addressed Guinevere who had nodded in approval.

The white armored war god wielded Excalibur -- the lance made by
polishing and sharpening the decrepit Divine Sword of Salvation, and
stood silently beside the Divine Ancestor on standby.

Ever since the encounter eight years ago, Alec always spotted him
hanging around like her guardian angel.

But now he had become a true [Heretic God], wielding the divine lance
Excalibur as his new weapon, for the Holy Grail that absorbed Athena's
essence had revived. In actual fact, Guinevere's faction currently held
rather formidable power in their hands.

And for the sake of weakening them, for obtaining victory--

Alec had prepared "Avalon" using his labyrinth authority. This was for the
purpose of shaving off a portion of Guinevere and Lancelot's battle
potential.

"No, Gascoigne. The one who agreed to assist the beloved child
Guinevere is not this Knight. One simply stands guard over her, requiring
neither promise nor request."

"...Oh?"

Hearing Lancelot's manly voice sounding out from the helmet, Alec
frowned.
He had suspected such a possibility. In fact, he already had a premonition
the moment he selected Japan as the stage for the final battle.
Discovering embers that should not be discovered, igniting fires that should
not be lit--
Precisely because such a guy existed, Alec truly understood this principle
deeply.

"Yes, that person is a ruffian who doesn't mind his own business, nor does
he know how to treat a lady. Nevertheless, he does seem more or less
reliable. Things are in his hands."

Guinevere's cheeks blushed slightly as she spoke.

Alec went "Hmm?" in puzzlement.

What was going on? This girl who always acted so high and mighty ever
since our first encounter, was now getting flustered over meeting a boy,
being at a loss over that wonderful feeling of heart racing... Was this what
people called charm?

For him to have managed to make this witch display such expressions and
behavior of girlish inexperience--

The displeasing premonition was turning into absolute certainty.

"In other words, your faction still retains yet another trump card, is that
right?"

"Ah yes. That's me."

The third person came out from the cabin. Alec was not surprised to hear
his voice.

The other guy was the hypocrite who always insisted he was a pacifist.
From Alec's perspective, that kind of belief was completely worthless.
Spouting those kinds of words from one's mouth brought only shame,
simply trying to sugarcoat one's own crimes.

A few months ago, Alec already had a feeling they would fare poorly in
compatibility.
Consequently he looked at Kusanagi Godou's face and said:
"Well... The moment I decided to battle in Japan, I already expected it
would come to this."

Alec simply shrugged.

When two Campiones were present in the same country, it was common
for them to become unwitting centers of commotion, arbitrarily rampaging
separately.

Entering confrontations with each other was another common occurrence.

"What surprises me is the fact that you, the hypocrite, would actually take
Guinevere's side."

"Actually, this was Lancelot's suggestion."

Watching Godou giggle, Alec was completely certain.

Compared to last time, Godou was far more resolute -- such was the
impression Alec garnered.

"I have to reach a decisive conclusion with that Lancelot without

distractions. You are a hindrance. I will first take care of this interloper in
my way before I have a satisfying duel with Lancelot. Gascoigne, fight me
here."

"Would you mind if I refused?"

"Sorry. Regrettably, cancellation is out of the question."

Kusanagi Godou's rapid change in this short time. Was that the key? Alec
secretly nodded to himself.

In actual fact, the Campione of Japan and the Black Prince stood in stark
contrast to each other.

Troubled by his own true desires, unable to take a step forward. This,
together with hypocrisy, were equally outstanding traits of Kusanagi
Godou. Now that time spent on hesitation was reduced, his actions taken
after committing to a decision showed extraordinary initiative. Was this why
his indecisiveness was not so visible now?

In contradistinction, Alec never showed a moment's hesitation towards

seeking what he desired. Immediate action was always taken.
The hypocrite and the one who posed as a villain. The indecisive man and
the man who never hesitated.
"On a certain level it is quite a solid partnership you have here. Very well, I
accept your challenge. However, I'm one of those who are fleet of foot. If
you can't keep up, I will leave you behind without a thought."
"Sure. I will keep up with everything I've got."
"In spite of everything, I never expected you to join forces with the Divine
Ancestor. No, rather than you falling under the witch's charm, it appears
that Guinevere has been charmed by you instead."

Alec kept getting the impression that Guinevere was looking at Godou with
eyes of concern despite making preparations with composure.

Witnessing this scene, Alec sighed.

"Ch-Charmed--!? How rude! Please speak with greater prudence,

Alexandre-sama!"

"No need for prudence. This is simply the result from objective
observation."

"No one has been charmed by anyone. This is simply a temporary alliance
until my battle with Lancelot. It's about time to start."

Godou gave a slanted glance towards flustered Guinevere and calm Alec,
then said:

"Lancelot, Guinevere. Leave matters to me here. You two go first."

The Divine Ancestor and the war god immediately responded to his
command.

Lancelot whistled once and the white divine steed descended from the sky.
It was the flying divine horse seen before.
Deftly mounting the horse, the knight lifted Guinevere's pubescent body
and sat her on the saddle.

The white divine horse soared across the sky. Their destination was
obviously the Floating Island.

"Sorry, I personally have no reason to stay here and fight."

Alec instantly turned into lightning. Even if Kusanagi Godou could move at
god speed, he had no way of flying.

Getting rid of him by flying was the easiest solution. However --

"Ama no Murakumo, please."

Kusanagi Godou raised his right arm.

Alec's body of plasma was released and sent back to human form. Turning
into lightning made him especially weak against counter magic. That arm
over there must hold some kind of ability to dispel spells and spirit powers.

"Looks like you have something handy there."

"Ah yes. Quite an ingenious thing, here. It absorbs power from magic,
thereby dispelling it. I was wondering if absorbing some of your power
might force you to revert, so I tested it out."

Hearing Kusanagi Godou's reply, Alec got serious.

Looks like there's no easy way out after all. It can't be helped -- Standing
upon the deck of the sailing ship the Divine Ancestor had summoned
through magic, he faced off against the Japanese Campione. The battle
was about to begin.

Part 4
The enemy was the Black Prince, Alexandre Gascoigne.

Challenging another Campione to a duel on his own volition, Godou

recalled all information he had received regarding this enemy's authorities
from Alice, Erica, Liliana, and last night from Guinevere and Lancelot.
The Devil King of divine speed who manifested as lightning.

Though reputed to possess other troublesome authorities, his greatest

distinguishing characteristic was "speed."

"You really do have a power similar to mine..."

Alec spoke. He also seemed informed about Kusanagi Godou's authority.

He probably watched the fight against Lancelot, and he did mention the
Great Sage incident before. It would be prudent to assume he already had
a firm grasp of Godou's capabilities.

"Did you know, so-called powers of 'lightning speed' are unexpectedly

difficult to control. Particularly during chaotic situations such as this."
Indeed. Godou nodded in wholehearted agreement with Alec's description.
Regardless of maximum speed, it was extremely difficult to move the body
according to the exact image in the mind.
"However, once you get used to this skill, it does turn out to be a rather
useful. Like this."
Completely unable to see the immediate attack, Godou found himself flying
through the air by the time he noticed.

--I'm flying!? Somehow Godou was hovering in midair. Naturally, he

immediately crashed back down onto the deck.

From the sensations of the body, it felt like he had fallen from a height of
ten-odd meters.

"Guah!"
The "ship" summoned by Guinevere via magic.

As Godou fell back onto the deck of this ship, he moaned in pain.

What happened just now? Godou stared in shock at Alec. The tall Black
Prince in his stylish black jacket did not seem to have moved.

Godou could feel the back of his head hurting. Sharp pain could be felt all
over his body.

"I too cannot be considered human, what with this supernatural resilience.
Falling from that height, ordinary humans would probably die, or at least
suffer who knows what kind of sequelae even if they survived."
In the instant Alec spoke, Godou was surprised to find himself falling again.
"Guah!"

Falling on the deck once more, his whole body felt the violent impact.

It was true. Were he an ordinary person, dying instantly would not come as
a surprise. But Godou endured the intense pain from his entire body as he
pushed himself up. Struggling, he got up on his feet.

Godou himself was also a user of god speed. Even though it was only
speculation, he seemed to have caught a rough idea of how the attack was
conducted.

He could probably find a method to counter it. Watch how I intercept it...!
"Just lie down obediently. It'd be a great help if you could save me some
effort."
"Give me a break, it's just a few throws. I fully intend to finish the job."

Alec smiled at Godou's retort with a "Hmph."

Godou believed his guess was right. Using divine speed, Alec charged
forward and stopped just in front of Godou, grabbing him and jumping into
the air. Then at the appropriate moment he threw Godou down while he
landed splendidly himself.

If Godou unleashed god speed to the max, he could probably achieve the
same feat.

Using that particular ability would make his body exceptionally light,
making the weight of a single human feel like nothing. Hence it was a skill
that could accomplish the same thing.

"I'm far too stubborn in the fact I never want to enjoy fighting while moving
at that kind of speed. This manner is highly efficient, not bad right?"

"That I can agree..."

Godou had faced the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's continuous god
speed attacks before.

Nevertheless, he had no intention of imitating Alec. Given the ridiculous

defenses and endurance of gods and Campiones, causing sufficient
damage via this method would take way too much effort. During the entire
time, he would need to suffer great strain while trying to attack
continuously using god speed that was difficult to control.

At this point in time, he did not think it would be a wise decision.

Besides, the Great Sage's divine speed was probably fundamentally

different from Godou's god speed.

"...Well, this does make things all clear."

Godou secretly muttered to himself.

Even though they both held the same weapon, their levels of familiarity
were completely different. Alec had completely mastered the power of god
speed. If Godou tried to fight in the same manner, he would only lose
pitifully.

Godou activated Verethragna's fourth incarnation, the [Camel].

The power that could only be used when heavily injured, it was the
incarnation which possessed beast-like combat ability, leg strength and
endurance.

--He's coming!

The [Camel]'s instincts sensed Alec beginning to make a move.

Rather than seeing through the attack itself, the beast-like instincts sensed
the enemy's decision to attack -- the aura of killing intent. In the instant
Alec proceeded to disappear, Godou kicked with his right leg as if trying to
shatter the chin and skull of an enemy standing before him.

At the same time, something moving at abnormal speeds approached then

evaded this kick -- that was what he sensed.

Alec reappeared where he was standing originally.

"A skill to capture my speed... Who knew a guy like you was able to
achieve something like that?"

"It's because others have mercilessly done the same to me before..."

Alec appeared rather amused while Godou endured his pain as he

responded.

The ones who could see through god speed and even reverse the situation
to their advantage were Luo Cuilian as well as Salvatore Doni.

The [Camel] incarnation held combat potential approaching those

superhumans. Even if Godou could not do the exact same thing, a rough
imitation was well within his ability.

"Hmm... Well, it's only an imitation after all. I think if I were to attack
continuously, you will soon reveal openings."

Sharp indeed. Godou nearly choked in response to Alec's perceptiveness.

Even though he did it successfully by chance, from the feeling just now
Godou surmised he would probably get hit one in three times. Even so, this
level of hindrance was enough to prevent his opponent from attacking at
will.
This probably counted as making effective use of things.
"That said, I don't particularly like engaging in a trade of blows with
enemies. Let's change things up a bit."

Alec smiled as he declared. In that very instant...

Crash! The magical sailing ship began to shake intensely as if pitched by
an earthquake. Some sort of massive object was lurking in the sea,
clashing violently with the bottom of the ship--

Crash! Another quake. The underwater assault continued.

What had arrived from the sea? Leaving the puzzled Godou behind, Alec
nimbly jumped up, landing lightly on the ship's mast.

"My apologies. Trading blows like in boxing doesn't suit my style! I decided
to bring an escort expressly for times like this. It's slightly disgraceful but it
should be enough to satisfy a hot-blooded one like you!"

True to his word, Alec stood back and watched coldly from above as he
called out.

An escort!? It was this guy's doing!? Godou tried to maintain balance on

the rocking ship as he ran along the edge.

Looking down at the sea brought a great surprise. There was a massive
silhouette deep in the water, in the shape of a gigantic humanoid.
The thing resembling a giant was apparently attacking the ship, causing it
to rock intensely. The shadow had long hair as well as a feminine
physique. The protrusions on its back were evocative of wings. The lower
torso did not have legs but resembled a fish tail instead. Godou recalled
the information on Alec that Alice had shown him.

Indeed this must be the [Faceless Queen].

In all likelihood, that man possessed five authorities. [Black Lightning],

[Judging Furies], the [Labyrinth], [Weird Greed], and finally, [Faceless
Queen].
This was the queen bound by a single absolute rule, her "face" must not be
exposed. Apparently if anyone catches a glimpse of her face, she is
immediately unsummoned. Nevertheless, her powers included flying in the
sky, swimming like a fish in water, and destructive power that could shatter
a tower of steel. Not only could she appear and disappear elusively, her
body size could also be adjusted at will.
Disregarding the restriction requiring her face to stay unseen, her powers
were all-purpose indeed--

Crash! The ship rocked again.

It was going to sink if this continued. Once a hole was opened at the
bottom of the ship, it would be game over.

Alec was described as a mage in addition to possessing the power to fly

through the air as lightning. Even if the ship sank he could probably
escape without problems. On the other hand, Godou would have no choice
but to swim once forced into the sea.
--In that case, I'll have to summon that guy!

Godou instantly made his decision.

"The one unblunted and unapproachable! Oath-breaking sinners be

purged by the iron hammer of justice!"

Yelling the spell words, Godou called upon Verethragna's fifth incarnation.

From the surface of the sea, a pitch-black and majestic [Boar] was
summoned, its size no less massive than the queen. The incarnation which
could only be summoned for the purpose of pulverizing a massive object.
Naturally, the target this time was the queen.
Aaaaoooooooooooh!!

The divine beast's roars reverberated across the vast sea.

Truth be told, if this guy turned out to be unable to swim, we'd really be in
trouble. Godou secretly worried.

But that was not the case. Floating on the sea, the black [Boar] suddenly
charged forward, as if jet skiing or like a torpedo piercing through the
water, slicing through the sea and moving straight towards the goddess to
collide at high speed!
On the other hand, the goddess, only visible as a silhouette, was rather
agile.
Nimbly turning her body in the sea like a fish, she evaded the [Boar]'s
straight charge.
However, the [Boar]'s competitive spirit was greatly roused. After the attack
missed its mark, the [Boar] quickly made a U-turn and charged at the
queen again.

Thus began the water battle between gigantic monsters.

The faceless queen somehow conjured and tossed massive spears in the
water to attack as she evaded the charging [Boar].

As the [Boar] engaged the amorphous shadow in close quarter combat, its
tusks could occasionally be seen piercing into the enemy.

At the same time, the queen's thrown spears also tore open the pitch-black
hide. Out spewed otherworldly black blood, dying the seawater an inky
color.

"Now I see, you too are an owner of a ferocious beast. Haha, it's not really
necessary to compare the ferocity of our pets in the sea!"

The moment Alec's laughter was heard, the queen's figure disappeared
from the sea.

Having lost its target, the charging [Boar] fruitlessly parted the waters as it
charged around.

In that instant, Godou suddenly noticed. He felt an extraordinary sense of

danger.
Relying on instinctual warnings, Godou jumped forward as if diving into a
swimming pool, not even glancing at Alec who was supposed to be
standing on the ship's mast. Had he diverted his attentions to look, it would
probably have been too late.

At the same time as Godou's jump, Alec appeared at the position where
Godou had just been standing.
Stabbing suddenly with weapon in hand, the attack missed thanks to
Godou's leaping escape.

"Didn't you say exchanging physical blows was not your style!?"
"What? As long as it's a one-sided affair that I can end in one or two hits, I
suppose it can be accepted as a guise."

Godou's blunt criticism was casually dismissed.

Even so, for that guy to deliberately choose that kind of object as a
weapon -- Godou was quite impressed by the tool held in Alec's hand.
What a truly strange man.

The stabbing object turned out to be an antique fountain pen. The type of
pen which required ink to be filled in from the tip. Even as a writing tool it
was out of fashion, let alone being used as a weapon.

"Hoho, this? I just happen to have no interest in carrying crude fighting

implements. Well, this thing suffices for emergencies."

Noticing Godou's gaze, Alec threw the pen like a dart.

The pen sliced through the air with a whistling sound, causing Godou to
evade by jumping to the side.

Missing its target, the pen embedded itself into the ship's deck. Not just the
pen tip but even half of the shaft was buried into the deck. Apparently
magic had been used to increase damage.
...It's really a first time for me to fight this type of enemy.

Godou marveled to himself as he stood back up. Using so many tactics of

conspiracy and deception, Alec virtually eschewed conventional upfront
battle. Using all sorts of ways to evade the enemy's attacks as he
searched for openings to land a decisive blow, that was how he concluded
his battles.
Dance like a butterfly, sting like a bee -- no, rather he was like a devil
spinning a chessboard.

Victory was definitely beyond reach if he allowed Alec to control the pace
of battle. Godou was struck deeply by this revelation. As feared, was the
decisive ultimate technique the [Raptor] after all...?

To be used as a tactical tool instead of relying on its speed.

Godou understood now was the time to use his trump card.

Part 5
Lancelot and Guinevere advanced towards the labyrinthine Devil's Sea.
Overlooking the vast sea beneath them as they spurred the flying white
divine horse. Sitting on the saddle, Guinevere entered a stance in front of
the knight who held the reins.

"Beloved child, it is almost time to summon Fake Minos."

"Understood, Sir Knight."

Guinevere nodded in acknowledgement to the protector who was once

again fully armed.

"O Holy Grail! O Fountain of Life, legacy of the white goddess! I beseech
you to answer to her daughter the goddess' descendant!"
The golden urn appeared in front of the flying divine horse.

That was the Holy Grail which had absorbed all of Athena's essence.
Suddenly manifesting from empty space, it hovered in the air.

"King of Crete, father of the minotaur, His Royal Highness the priest of live
sacrifices. Guinevere implores the sky, praying to the earth, petitions the
ocean for Your Royal Highness to grace us with your presence once more.
Please listen to a young girl's pleas, and send forth your fragments to the
earth!"

Guinevere used the spirit power of [Divine Summoning]. This was the
secret technique unique to Divine Ancestors, for manifesting minions which
once served them when they were still goddesses -- divine beasts of water
and land.
However, the spell Guinevere was currently using involved an additional
step.

Spell words for summoning a beast on the level of the gods, were
enveloping the Holy Grail. Next the golden urn began to change in form.
The head of a ferocious bull with the nude figure of a man below the neck.
Standing tall at ten meters or so.

This was the likeness of the god Minos whom Alec had slain on Crete eight
years ago.
Using the Holy Grail's magical power to manifest a fake god -- required
turning the Grail itself into a god. During this time, the Grail's original
functions were lost, thus disabling the divine lance Excalibur which relied
on the connection with the Holy Grail.
Fake Minos leisurely flew through the sky, next to the soaring divine horse.
They were advancing towards Avalon which had been raised by Alec.
Furthermore, the Devil's Sea which sealed this island away -- that was the
authority which Alec had usurped from the god Minos.

Even if this sea that had been turned into a labyrinth was openly contested
from the air, it would still take days to break through.

However, if power was borrowed from Fake Minos who possessed the
same authority--

Under the guidance of Fake Minos, Lancelot and Guinevere finally entered
the territory of this Devil's Sea. Avalon, along with the 'King of the End' who
supposedly slept there, was the goal!

In the current battle, Black Prince Alec held an absolute advantage through
his divine speed.

Even someone other than Kusanagi Godou would have reached such an
instant conclusion. But Godou's observations of his enemy went a little
further.

Black Prince Alec was a man who loved to show off his wits. Rather than
using divine speed as a "weapon for battle," he most likely viewed it as "a
tool to establish tactical advantage" instead.
He held an overwhelming speed advantage over his enemies.

As a result, offense and defense relying completely on speed -- were not

used. Instead, he used speed as an advantage to maintain dominance in
battle.

Through the use of speed, action could often be taken faster than the
enemy.

Movement times could also be shortened greatly, allowing near

instantaneous mobility and the option to disengage from the battlefield.
Incoming attacks could be evaded using divine speed with absolutely no
chance of being countered.
Grasping this dominance firmly in his hands, battles could be ended in one
fell swoop. This was Alec's usual method and path towards victory. He
took great pains to shorten the time spent moving at divine speed, as if
trying as much as possible not to squander it.
Probably because divine speed was a difficult authority to control, it was
being used in this manner.

Experienced with the same ability, Godou understood this point. First of all,
simply using it placed the body and mind under great strain. Particularly in
Godou's case, this burden manifested in the form of a time limit.

In addition, precise movements were very difficult.

Learning to switch between fast and slow moves had allowed him to fight
effectively. However, each time Godou accelerated or decelerated, he had
to divert a substantial amount of concentration...

Regardless of which manner of usage, it was readily apparent that Alec

was an expert in divine speed.

Godou had no hope of winning a battle decided by speed alone.

Nevertheless, the [Raptor] -- the incarnation of god speed was still
necessary.

The opponent's advantage was obvious indeed, but looking at it the other
way, was it really impossible to expose an opening--

Just as Alec made a thrust with his fountain pen again, Godou activated
the [Raptor]. Like his opponent, he only applied god speed for an instant,
evading the pen tip as quickly as lightning.

As a result, the [Boar] rampaging in the sea disappeared.

"I was wondering when you'd finally use this. Now is the time, I see."

Witnessing Godou's god speed, Alec commented with great interest.

At last, Alec raised his speed to the maximum and began running across
the deck. Godou also sped up to the same speed to pursue after him.
Once he tangled with the Black Prince, he would probably be able to
imitate that "efficient manner" of attack.
With this goal in mind, Godou ran after Alec. But he could not catch up.
Though it was true that their speeds were equal, their skill in speed
adjustment differed too greatly.
Alec had been running with divine speed fully unleashed. Godou pursued
at the same speed.
Then Alec suddenly shifted from high gear to low gear, causing Godou
who continued at top speed to overtake the decelerated Black Prince.

This resulted in a reversal in position with a huge gap of separation.

Next, Alec jumped into the air.

Godou ran towards the place Alec was poised to land. But Alec reduced
his god speed, thereby ignoring the existences of free fall and gravity, and
descended at reduced speed.

Consequently, Alec leisurely landed at a spot where Godou had already

run past.

Yes. So-called god speed was actually not the ability to "move at high
speed from Point A to Point B." Rather, it was the ability to "ridiculously
shorten the time taken to travel from Point A to Point B."

As a result, it was able to perform movements that were physically

impossible.

An ordinary person's running motion was bound to a two-dimensional

plane. When using the [Raptor], Godou's body became exceptionally light,
allowing him to move in three dimensions.
However, Alexandre Gascoigne's god speed was four dimensional.

With even time under his control, it was truly four dimensional movement.
Catching up to an opponent like this man was impossible!

Thus time ticked away fruitlessly.

"Well then... Your current condition means things have come to an end,
right?"

Alec finally declared before Godou.

Kusanagi Godou was crouching on the ground, his hand pressing against
his chest. During the chase, the [Raptor]'s time limit ran out. As intense
pain filled his heart, the body began to paralyze.
"The god speed you possess, turns out to be the type where the strain
builds up with persisted use. From the fact that you could reach top speed
in an instant, I already suspected that much."

Alec explained calmly. Was he that assured of victory?

In that case, this was probably the best opportunity...

"In contrast, the type that increases their speed gradually usually suffers
much less strain. Well, since this is something you cannot choose, there's
nothing you can do about it. Luck -- or rather, your manner of usage is no
good."
Not really. Godou eyed his prey, waiting for the right moment.

Crouching in his stiffened state, Godou was in no condition for direct

combat. However, this was precisely how he could tempt Alec to become
careless... Hopefully.

"Just as I mentioned, I'm not some benevolent soul who would give up on
an opportunity to lay down a one-sided beating on someone helpless. No
matter what, I must catch up to that naive Guinevere and end the show."
The Black Prince declared and took out his fountain pen.

Indeed it was time for Godou to reveal his real trump card.

"Ah yes, really... It's time to end things. Go forth, Ama no Murakumo!"
Enduring the pain in his heart, Godou summoned the partner residing in
his right arm.

Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi suddenly manifested. Godou swiftly sliced

using the divine sword -- or not. He was unable to depend on this stiff body
to perform such an action. However, the self-aware divine sword flew by
itself towards Alec.

The tip of the blade was going to pierce Alec's heart--!

However, Alec naturally held the swiftness of god speed. Even against a
sudden slashing attack, he could simply evade.
As expected, sparks exploded all over his body. This was the sign he was
about to use god speed.

"What!?"
Alec displayed shock instead.
Everything occurred as Godou had planned. This [Steel] had the power to
copy an enemy's authority. Using that power, Godou copied Alec's divine
speed.

As a result, Ama no Murakumo was currently flying with lightning speed--

Piercing into the Black Prince's chest--

However, the image of the gentleman dressed in a stylish black jacket

dissipated like a mirage.
"...It failed eh."

'Naturally. A man who could even slay god, cannot possibly be slaughtered
so easily. Of course he would have suspected a trap.'

What Ama no Murakumo had skewered, was nothing but an afterimage left
behind by divine speed.

This guy, he's even able to make [Decoys] through god speed?

"It's a bit early for you to immobilize yourself to bait this trap. An admirable
gamble, but you were too careless in the last second. This is checkmate.
You've lost."

"No, not really..."

Despite being unable to even lift a finger, Godou was smiling. His lips were
shaped in a savage grin.

"I will defeat you and duel with Lancelot. This curse compels me to do so.
In that case, I still have other powers I can use."

Words of magic were uttered from his mouth in an instant.

Godou could feel Lancelot's divine power surging forth from the depths of
his heart.

"What!?"

Alec must have noticed it, for a cry of surprise escaped from his lips.
"That Lancelot possessed the authority to cause others or oneself to go
insane and rampage according to dormant desire. Swallowing that kind of
thing, I am now relishing in our battle. After all, this is a curse which
liberates one's desires."
"And that is how you abandoned your prided hypocrisy? By accepting such
a troublesome curse!?"

Godou stood up as he ignored Alec's query. Kusanagi Godou's body and

mind were currently in a berserk state. Submitting to the desires magnified
by Lancelot -- he was completely overwhelmed by the notion that "I must
fight that war god." Furthermore, the curse converted the command of
"Defeat Alec" into power.
Lancelot's curse was the authority to cause one to go berserk for the sake
of satisfying desires. When exhaustion and injury brought one to their
limits, this curse restored ferocity to the body and mind, providing new
power -- giving the needed strength to stand up once again.

Of course it was not limitless, but for Godou's current level of exhaustion--

Using Lancelot's divine power, the body that had reached its limits began
to move once more. All the injuries suffered from the fight to this point were
instantly healed. Even though Verethragna's incarnations could only be
reused after a full day had passed, all those incarnations were restored.

The pain and paralysis from the [Raptor]'s use had also disappeared.
There was nothing to stop him from fighting now!

"Gascoigne, I think I more or less know all your tricks now. The second
round begins... Things have not been going well for you eh. Furthermore,
you are being delayed here while Guinevere and Lancelot approach their
destination. I think you no longer have much time to waste."

"Tsk. Is the battle from just now going to repeat again?"

Learning Godou's intentions, Alec made a face as if about to spit. Since he

did not actually perform the act, he managed to preserve a gentleman's
dignity.

Well then, the real battle begins now. Godou yelled out with excitement:
"Sorry, but please play with me until I'm satisfied, Gascoigne! A chance to
fight a man who has slain gods is very rare. Wouldn't it be stupid to let
such a thrilling experience end so easily!?"

But at this moment, Godou discovered interlopers had arrived.

Godou smacked his lips. It came as no surprise, for conceivably, it was
time for them to hurry their way here. Even so, he could not help but feel a
bit miffed.

This was clearly an opportunity to enjoy himself unhindered, yet those girls
had to come and interfere--

What meddlesome girls. Godou shrugged. Was he obliged to appease

their displeasure in the manner of temperament they preferred? He should
quickly get out of this situation...

Blue light descended upon the deck.

Naturally, it was Liliana Kranjcar's flight magic.

As the light subsided, not only did the silver-haired knight and Erica
Blandelli emerge, but Mariya Yuri as well. The three girls' faces seemed to
be saying "What kind of mess did he get into again..." as they carried
expressions full of concern.
References
1.   ↑   4LDK: a system of apartment labeling in Japan, 4LDK means 4
bedrooms + living room + dining room + kitchen.
Chapter 6 - Towards the Island of Destiny
Part 1
Kusanagi Godou had gone missing--

Last night, Erica was home when she received the news.

"Though we don't have any bodyguards or the like, the people who keep
track of Kusanagi-san sent this report."

It came from the History Compilation Committee member, Amakasu

Touma.

After receiving his call, Erica, Liliana and Yuri gathered at the living room of
the Sayanomiya residence even though it was late at night.

"Hitting it off with an unidentified beauty, they reportedly went off hand in
hand. It's incredibly hard to believe, but that girl seems to have
successfully applied some kind of hypnosis on a Campione."
Hearing this, Erica sighed.

"I've mentioned this before, but whatever... When facing a girl, the number
of openings he displays is truly despairing, that's Godou for you."

"And here I go thinking he had learned a little lesson after the recent
encounter with Guinevere."

"Hasn't this occurred enough... Since it's impossible for us to accompany

him every moment of the day, he must learn to be alert when he's on his
own."

"So, Amakasu-san, where did Godou-san go afterwards?"

Yuri questioned the History Compilation Committee member after listening

to Erica and Liliana's laments.
"Ah, that's right. In actual fact, we have ten-odd staff divided into three
teams to keep a close watch on Kusanagi-san, but none of them were able
to report what had happened. We don't know what the mysterious girl did
to them, but they were all discovered unconscious."

"I see... If Amakasu picked the team, they should all be competent."

Hearing Amakasu's report, Erica put her emotions aside.

"In that case, even if one of them -- no, even if the entire team attacked in
concert, the same outcome would likely have occurred. Conversely, we
should be relieved by the lack of casualties so far. It is imperative that we
catch Godou and snatch him back from that suspicious woman."

"Yes. If that is the case, our first priority is to track down the location of
Kusanagi Godou."

"Isn't it redundant to search for him? Based on the current situation, the
eventual destination should be that place."

Just as Liliana expressed her resolve, Sayanomiya Kaoru spoke up.

The History Compilation Committee Tokyo Branch Chief and beautiful
cross-dressing Hime-Miko. Furthermore, she was the girl whose talents
rivaled Erica Blandelli.

Clearly she had reached the same conclusion as Erica.

"That's right. Rather than wasting time on something like that, it would be
more efficient to focus our search on methods to lift Godou's curse."

As Erica expressed agreement, Kaoru suddenly smiled.

Well said. Those two words seemed to be on the tip of Kaoru's tongue.
Presently, Sayanomiya Kaoru was helping Kusanagi Godou in a capacity
beyond her position as a leader in the History Compilation Committee.
Perhaps, Kusanagi Godou's own "Round Table" would be established
sooner or later in due time--

In that event, Kaoru would likely occupy the position of cardinal bishop
instead of chancellor. Also, she was probably going to share the strategist
role with Erica the paladino and mistress of the palace. They would both
offer strategies continually in a competition of power and influence.
This was the future Erica envisioned in response to Kaoru who was smiling
like an accomplice.

"What you mean by destination is the Floating Island? If the mysterious

woman were in league with Guinevere, and their goal was to use Kusanagi
Godou in their designs, it must be that place with great certainty..."
Liliana asserted.
She was likely indifferent to covert political struggles, loyally serving
Kusanagi Godou as his bodyguard knight and housekeeper. She should
be the subordinate who nobly insists on performing these roles that
combined official and personal duties.

"On the other hand, what if Prince Alec arranged this for the purpose of
leading Kusanagi Godou away from the Floating Island? Well, no matter
what kind of conspiracy, abduction and assassination... Are probably not a
concern, right?"

Ruling out assassination, Liliana knew very well.

Deceiving Campiones was possible, but surprise assassinations were not.

These were people who had slain gods and possessed unreasonable
survivability and violent streaks. Liliana did not think he could become an
assassination target without a struggle. If Kusanagi Godou were to be
caught in such a crisis--
A battle with the would-be assassin, wrecking half of Tokyo, would
probably happen first?

Imagining that sort of scene, Erica smiled wryly and replied:

"I doubt Prince Alec is involved in this incident. It doesn't suit his style."

"I agree. Tactfully described, he is 'a man who remains a youth at heart.'
To be more frank, it could be said 'even though he never hesitates to
commit what he considers to be cool crimes, he is a man who refrains from
this category of despicable acts no matter what.'"

Kaoru also supplemented with her distinctive style of exposition.

"A fifteen-year-old's nocturnal motorcycle joyride. The mere mention of this

kind of anecdote reminds me of that man. Setting a honey trap is definitely
something he would never do."

"Also, if Guinevere-sama were to cast an enchantment on a Campione, it

would require taking a risk akin to subduing a wild beast alive -- it is difficult
to imagine her taking such measures unless it is related to the Floating
Island battle."
"The only ones capable of taking on a god-slayer, are gods and other
god-slayers. Indeed that is the truth."

Yuri nodded gracefully and replied to Kaoru with unconcerned tones.

"Hey Yuri, what's your opinion on the woman who abducted
Kusanagi-san? If it was only a witch, even a Divine Ancestor, it would be
an easy matter to handle. Otherwise, things could get rather tricky."

"What makes you think that...? Right, I do have a rather disquieting

feeling."

Simply shutting her eyes for a moment to examine the notion in her heart,
Yuri replied quietly.

"Truly astounding, a terrifying existence. Such is the feeling..."

I get it. Erica nodded. Kaoru must have intentionally brought up a series of
ambiguous statements. Given Yuri was one of the most outstanding users
of spirit vision, the veracity of her heart's answer was quite convincing.

"Perhaps you've sensed the arrival of a new goddess, Yuri?"

"Impossible to be certain. Though I would not be surprised if it turns out to

be true."

Yuri solemnly bestowed an oracle in response to Erica's question.

Even in chaotic situations where the truth was unclear, Yuri always acted
as a beacon lighting the path ahead. Bright and dazzling on occasion, dim
and feeble at other times.
The one and only guide providing illumination in the darkness, that was the
role Yuri performed.

"During critical moments, it's probably best to summon her to the scene? It
does offer the most efficacious and practical effect when deploying
emergency measures."

"True. But I think it's not fair for us to burden her too much with overly high
expectations."

Erica expressed dissent to Kaoru's murmurs, causing the cross-dressing

beauty to smile wryly.
"Naturally. Even though I said practical effect, it often turns out to be a
rather limited effect."
Having decided their direction, Erica and the girls began their operation.
Amakasu had headed out in a rush to prepare for their rescue target's
inevitable appearance in the Floating Island situation. This Japanese ninja
mainly specialized in wizardry related to covert operations, was very
knowledgeable in myths and legends, and was a man who could
competently handle all sorts of situations.

The days when Erica was Kusanagi Godou's lone attendant were already
long past.
At some point in time, the young Campione's faction was beginning to
flourish with an abundance of exceptional talent. Nevertheless, they were
still akin to the cream and toppings used to decorate a cake, for if the
foundation -- Godou himself were absent, everything would be
meaningless.

While Erica and Kaoru continued to lead the discussion on possible

countermeasures, a phone call was received.

'Hey Erica, how are things coming along with the affair at hand? Ah yes, of
course it wouldn't do for a proper lady to indulge in morbid curiosity.
Nevertheless, I am still an important member of the organization
responsible to the world despite having stepped down from my duties,
right? It is only natural to be properly informed about the state of affairs
with which I am involved.'
The result of the brief conversation was the enlistment of a reassuring
comrade.

Campiones were demons who slew gods and usurped their sacred
authorities. Nevertheless, it was a mystery why these [Kings] always
became centers of chaos and commotion, getting other people involved.
Perhaps the reason why so many people got swept up into their antics was
related to these Campiones' individual wills and ways of thinking.

Getting a real sense of this, Erica concluded the preparations and spent
the night together with her comrades.

Then the next day arrived--

Receiving a report from Amakasu saying that "something strange is

happening in the Devil's Sea," Liliana used the [Witch's Eye] to investigate
the area in question. Relying on her flight magic, Erica and the girls were
finally reunited with Godou.
He smiled to welcome Erica, Yuri and Liliana who had flown here.
"Really... To think you chased me down to a place like this. What a
meddlesome bunch you are. I am busy with my playmate here, so kindly
stay out of it."

With a cheerful smile, he asserted.

On the other hand, the playmate listening on the side seemed to be

frowning bitterly.

"I don't care if you want to treat things as fun and games, but this is an
important segment of my plans. If you're frivolously making a nuisance,
scram and hurry home instead."

"What a surprise. Why so serious, Gascoigne? It's true I'm having fun, but I
am serious too, you know? But rather than playing around, getting more
serious would be interesting. Entertain me to the end and don't run off
midway."
Godou responded to Gascoigne's demand as if making fun of him.

Under normal conditions, these words could not have come from his
mouth. If the "King of Swords" Salvatore Doni were around to hear such
words, he would most likely offer a hug with utmost delight.
Witnessing this scene, Erica and the girls began to whisper to one another.
"...Everyone, what do you think about Kusanagi Godou's condition?"

"...Clearly he is acting very weird. However, in terms of mental state there

are no signs of instability, but it is not exactly a bipolar disorder either."

"...Yes. It actually feels quite natural."

"...Or rather, one could suppose this is his true nature that is normally
repressed by reason and common sense, which has taken this opportunity
to manifest itself, or something like that."
Yuri and Erica nodded in agreement with the conclusion following from
Liliana's commentary.
No matter what, Kusanagi Godou's strange condition was real.

"Godou, why don't you play with us instead. I hope you can show a little
restraint and not strike out at a foreign guest."
"You girls, what?"

"I'd suggest not. This man seems to be under the effects of Lancelot du
Lac's curse."
Even though half-smiling, Godou reacted with surprise. On the other hand,
Alec sternly warned them.

However, Erica displayed a glamorous smile towards the two kings in

return, and casually declared:
"Oh my, despite appearances we did come here with great confidence, you
know? Godou, even if it's you, don't underestimate me -- so that's the
situation. Alec, I hope you can leave our lord for us to handle. If I were to
impose on you any further, it would be most impertinent whether as a
knight or a lady."
The two kings simultaneously displayed the same expression in response
to her flowery words.

Godou and Alec's curiosities were piqued, causing them to smile.

"Good! Well then, I will leave matters in your hands!"

Plasma erupted from Alec's body. Looks like he is about to take flight as
lightning.

Godou immediately raised his right arm in response, intending to counter

with Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi. In that instant, Erica and Liliana each
threw a knife using summoning magic.
Without any hesitation, the two of them aimed directly at Godou's heart.

"What!?"

Greatly surprised, Godou tried to dodge.

Were he Salvatore Doni, he would have evaded effortlessly. But Godou did
not know any martial arts.

Even though he excelled at relying on natural reflexes, using a Devil King

Campione's concentration and survival instincts to evade enemy attacks
with forceful suppression, it was definitely not the flawless motion of a
martial artist.

Jumping back to escape the knives thrown by the knights, Godou could no
longer tend to other matters.

Hence the command issued to Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi was

delayed, providing what was to Alec more than enough time for
preparation. Turning into a flash of lightning, the Black Prince instantly flew
away.

"I never thought, you would attack me so suddenly..."

The knives thrown by Erica and Liliana were not fake trinkets or anything of
that sort.
They were authentic knives made of iron and steel, which was why Godou
immediately evaded them.
"What are you talking about? Without the intent to kill, how could it pose a
threat otherwise? Besides, Godou can easily tank an attack of that level.
It's very ordinary after all."

Completely unworried as a result, Erica explained without a care.

Liliana silently nodded in agreement. It seemed like Yuri was the only one
who was worried out of her mind.

"Really... Even under Lancelot's curse, I am still unable to fly eh. So the fun
with Gascoigne ends here."

Godou shrugged as he grumbled.

"Disrupting my rare opportunity for fun, what a bunch of girls who don't
know their place! No other way, I shall have to educate you properly right
here before starting a new game."

"Do you think we will accept such tyranny, Kusanagi Godou?"

Liliana frowned angrily as she spoke.

"It looks like in your current state, you are indulging your desires too much.
It is a knight's duty to remonstrate a lord who has strayed from the correct
path. For this, I, Liliana Kranjcar, shall have no choice but to draw my
sword against you."
Declaring thus, the blue knight slowly opened her hand.
Her beloved sword Il Maestro had not been summoned yet. However, this
stance expressed her determination to do so.

They had come here intending to liberate Godou from the strange curse.
Erica and Liliana were both in battle attire. Red and black vertical stripes.
Blue and black vertical stripes. These were their usual respective capes.

"Godou-san, please come to your senses. Even if it were truly as Prince

Alec described, and you have been charmed by Sir Lancelot, only by
overcoming it will you display the dignity of a king!"
Dressed in her miko outfit, Yuri also spoke out in reprimand.
Godou smiled wryly and tousled his hair. She really looked quite stern and
awe-inspiring.
"If I really am a king, then I won't be concerned with such trivial stuff. All I
want is to roam the land freely, taking steps as I please. If I meet some fool
who rubs me the wrong way, having a little duel would be nice."

Neither arrogance nor madness.

He was natural and relaxed instead. A composed and unfettered

impression that did not carry ferocity. Perhaps this was actually Kusanagi
Godou's true nature -- Erica secretly thought this to herself.

Come to think of it, he had always been able to switch freely to using his
power for battle.

A person who easily became friends and collaborators with members of

organizations in various countries.

"This unhesitating Godou is truly a first sight. What a truly troublesome

condition."

Erica grumbled as she felt impressed. Having borrowed the powers of

people who were not present here, the preparations for lifting the god's
curse were already complete. It was now up to the current team to take
practical action. They must succeed at all costs.

Part 2
The Holy Grail had taken the form of Fake Minos.

The bull-headed giant god roared as it flew beside the white divine horse.

"URRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAALLAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

This bellow unleashed magical power and authority.

Turning raging spirit into spell words, thunderous roars shook the sky as
crashing waves rocked the land.

Appearing before the eyes of Fake Minos as well as Lancelot and

Guinevere riding the flying divine horse was the little island surrounded by
rocky reefs.
Populated with strangely shaped rocky protrusions, it was indeed a castle
of strange rock.
"Alexandre-sama's labyrinth, even though it has definitely been
weakened..."
"A fake god and a god-slayer, even if they possess the same authority they
cannot be truly equal. Apparently it cannot be nullified completely."

Riding astride the white divine horse, Lancelot and Guinevere conversed
quietly.

"Nevertheless, since this point has been reached, only breaking in by force
remains. Let Fake Minos charge into the labyrinth as a vanguard. Even if
the labyrinth cannot be destroyed, it will serve the purpose of opening a
path."
Lancelot and Guinevere entered the Devil's Sea with the bull-headed god
of the labyrinth as their guide.

Rather than riding the waves, they were advancing through the sky. Only
ten-odd kilometers now separated them from "Avalon." However, this
remaining distance was the most arduous part of the journey yet.
First of all, amorphous mist blocked their path several meters ahead.

In addition, blown by terrifying gales, they were almost deported from the
Devil's Sea.

Before they noticed, their course had veered off and no progress had been
made towards the island.

Seawater gushed up from the ocean like a geyser, almost striking down
the divine horse Lancelot and Guinevere were riding. These were all part
of the Black Prince's authority -- the labyrinth's magical power which
prevented anyone from approaching the island.

Every time Fake Minos roared, the labyrinth's magic was weakened.

"This cannot be allowed to continue..."

Lancelot muttered.
"One shall simply enchant Fake Minos with Insane Rush, so that it can
attempt to create a breach by force."
"Sir Knight, please reconsider before pursuing such a reckless course of
action. If you go ahead, it could cause detrimental effects on the Holy Grail
which is being used as a catalyst!"
Sitting on the saddle, Guinevere voiced her opinion with a worried
expression.
Nevertheless, Lancelot was unfazed by her concerns. Hoping to advance
further while Kusanagi Godou was buying time for them, it was time to
conclude things decisively here.

"O Minos, offerest one thy assistance!"

The ferocious bull-headed god gave a great roar of "OOOAAANNN!" in

response.

"Thou shalt become the pioneer to traverse this sea. Chargest forth for the
sake of this Knight and the beloved child. Thou only needst to aim for the
labyrinth's exit, and dashest forward with insanity!"

These words comprised the curse.

The one cursed would become violent and ferocious, going berserk to
achieve the goal at any cost...!

The effects were instant. Fake Minos who had manifested in the form of a
bull-headed humanoid, now transformed into a complete bull. Abandoning
its human qualities, it had turned into a beast god.
"QUOAAAAAAAANNNNNNN!!"

Ferocious bull Minos rushed forward like a shooting star, flying with
astounding speed.

But as the bull continued to charge, an additional crack opened up on its

body every so often. This was because it was a self-destructive rampage.

In just a matter of a few dozen seconds.

Fake Minos had crossed the labyrinthine sea as it exploded into a shower
of shattered fragments.

At the same time, the magical power hanging over the Devil's Sea -- Black
Prince Alec's authority dissipated. Through desperate rampage and
sacrifice, Fake Minos had finally breached the labyrinth.
"How is the Holy Grail, beloved child?"

"Basically fine. How fortunate...!"

The golden urn hovered in the sky where Fake Minos had exploded.
Guinevere reported after a cursory glance. Lancelot silently nodded in
acknowledgement. The indestructible divine artifact could not possibly
have been damaged so easily.

"Then Excalibur can continue to be used."

"Well, this is a weapon that was revived forcibly after all, it won't remain
functional for long. It should not be used except at crucial moments."

The quiet conversation was carried out with the view of Tokyo Bay laid out
before them.

The rocky island floated ahead in solitude. The bizarrely shaped rocks
were very conspicuous, giving the island a very distinctive look. This was
indeed Avalon, the final destination of these two here.

However, just as Lancelot took up the reins, ready to advance...

Magical power burst forth from the ocean directly beneath!

"This is an authority!? --Of Gascoigne's doing!"

"Sir Knight, look at the sea there!"

A black sphere with a radius of twenty or thirty meters was submerged in

the sea.

The sphere was emitting an extraordinary power. It was an attractive pulse

which sought to drag down into the sea the divine horse that the white war
god and the Divine Ancestor were riding.

"Magical sphere of avarice! This is the authority of attraction and

compression that Alexandre-sama usurped from the gigantic beast
Behemoth! No good, we're being pulled into it!"

"Laying a door guard at the final location beforehand, what thorough

planning!"

The attractive pulse released by the submerged sphere immobilized the

knight flying in the sky.
Lancelot kicked at her beloved steed's belly, ordering it to gallop, but it
could not run. The divine horse attempted to follow the knight's orders and
was moving its legs with full force. Normally, it could kick the air as if
kicking ground, galloping with great speed. But now, the divine horse's legs
were only waving in the air fruitlessly.
Not just the divine horse, but neither Lancelot nor Guinevere could move a
single finger either.

They were immobilized by Alec's authority of attracting targets and never

releasing them.
Lancelot summoned magical power, trying to break free from the
authority's restraints, but it did not work. The source of this attractive force,
the sphere, actually moved very slowly. But its attractive power was
terrifyingly great in inverse proportion to its slow mobility. Even the white
war god could not struggle free.

"Gascoigne, to think he actually set up this thing in the labyrinth..."

The instant Lancelot smacked her lips as she realized the Black Prince's
trap...

A black humanoid silhouette could be seen from the corner of her eye. The
profile of a mature female with a pair of white wings on her back. From the
waist down, the body was serpentine while there was apparently a fish tail
where feet would normally be found.

A grotesque demoness was flying in approach. With that speed and agility
in the air, it really was flying like the wind.

Lancelot could not see any part of her other than her back. This was
undoubtedly the authority Alec had usurped from the goddess Melusine![1]
In the very instant the war god's attentions were drawn to the new enemy...

"Hmm!?"

The restraining force suddenly disappeared, greatly surprising Lancelot.

The attractive pulse sucking them in had vanished all of a sudden. The
divine horse which had been galloping at full force was sent lurching
forward. This became an opening.

Light as the wind, the queen instantly drew near.

Aiming at the opening exposed by Lancelot and the divine horse, the
queen flew in with her pure white wings, grabbed Guinevere in her arms
and made her getaway!
"Sir Knight!?"
Looking like an abductee, the Divine Ancestor desperately reached out
with her hand. But immediately, the attractive force from the black sphere
resumed once again.

The knight and her beloved horse were once again imprisoned by the
attractive force.

"You, to think your target was the beloved child!"

Lancelot gnashed her teeth and yelled as her body remained immobilized.

Other than the back view of the abductor flying into the distance, nothing
more could be seen. That direction was towards the "island" they sought --
Avalon. Was it returning to the place where the Black Prince was waiting?

"Prepare for a full gallop!"

It was imperative to struggle free from this force of attraction using full
power at maximum speed! Lancelot instantly decided.

"There is no way out except by using full speed to break free. One must
escape from being locked in this cage!"

Lightning was summoned from thunderclouds above. Blue-white flashes of

lightning continually burst forth, striking the knight and the divine horse.
The rumbling of thunder persisted nonstop, shaking the sky and the sea.
"Once filled with this power, this Knight and horse shall take the form of a
white meteor. Beloved child, please remain unharmed until then!"

Praying as the thunder and lightning struck directly. However, was this
going to work? She asked herself frankly.

Using the dashing gallop here would probably produce the same outcome
as the fight against Athena last time. Lancelot would deplete her divine
power and enter a state of exhaustion, thus hindering the battle against
Alec. Compared to the duel with Kusanagi Godou, she wanted to keep all
other fighting to a minimum. But doing things this way was looking bad!?

--Fine! Doubting inner monologue was cast aside.

Instantly steeling her determination, Lancelot continued to prepare for the
dashing gallop. Escaping from this situation would also mean the divine
lance Excalibur could be used. In any case, this weapon must stay in her
own hand!
Lancelot's beautiful face could not help but smile beneath that white
helmet.

It was a smile trembling with delight in anticipation of the approaching duel

and farewell.

Meanwhile, Alexandre Gascoigne...

Leaving the cursed Kusanagi Godou behind for his lovers to handle, Alec
had turned into lightning and flew away.

Entering the Devil's Sea in this manner, Alec could instantaneously travel
to the depths of the labyrinth as the master of the maze. In this particular
instance, that was the Floating Island's location.
Having usurped the labyrinth authority from Minos eight years ago, he was
fully accustomed to the ways of using it.

This was an authority of creation that could materialize a labyrinth as

imagined.

Not only could it modify buildings above or underground, it could also

convert locations into mysterious forests or mystifying fog which could not
be exited once entered, with all sorts of variations, such as the Devil's Sea
created this time. However, there was the restriction that this authority
could not be reused until a month had elapsed after each use...

Nevertheless, Alec had not returned to the Devil's Sea.

The "island" and the labyrinth was a trap set to separate Lancelot from
Guinevere.

The war god who was strong enough alone was now armed with Excalibur.
Furthermore, Guinevere still held that particular trump card. Divide and
conquer would be the proper strategy.
For this purpose, he had already chosen the stage beforehand near the
Floating Island.
--During the Meiji period, for the purpose of guarding the imperial capital
Tokyo, the Japanese military of old had constructed three island outposts
in the sea offshore from Chiba's Cape Futtsu. These were Sea Fortress
One, Two and Three.

Alec had chosen Sea Fortress Two.

This was an uninhabited island under the management of the Coast Guard
where civilian entry was prohibited.

The lighthouse, still in use, was powered by solar batteries. Apparently,

firefighting training was also conducted here sometimes. Given that the
little island contained little more than ruins and debris, Alec could rampage
here without any concerns.
Flying at lightning speed briefly, he could see the island beneath him.

Landing, he resumed human form and summoned the [Queen]. Other than
the face concealing restriction, she was a convenient servant indeed, and
quite a precious treasure in many ways.

He issued orders to her for capturing Guinevere. Within the Devil's Sea, he
had already set up the Behemoth sphere beforehand. This was in
preparation for the moment when the labyrinth authority was dispelled.
Ten-odd minutes later, the [Queen] finally returned.

An otherworldly beauty above the waist, her lower torso was some kind of
fish and snake hybrid, with wings on her back--
The grotesque female familiar laid down on the ground the girl she had
been carrying in her arms, then spread her wings and took flight. Making
an exit as if she was embarrassed about her appearance. Her face must
have been seen while she was abducting Guinevere.

"Finally time for us to catch up on old times, Guinevere."

"Such a description is only appropriate for a reunion between lovers.

Incongruent with your title of Prince, Your Highness still has no idea how to
treat a lady."

Guinevere responded to Alec with a surly huff.

"To have been invited to this kind of place when the location of the 'King of
the End' was finally within reach... And separating me from Sir Knight as
well, what on earth do you want?"
"In truth, our relationship is not that lacking in intimacy. Do you know how
many incidents you have caused as a result of your inability to let go of
your obsession with your past master? I have grown tired of dealing with
you."

Alec deliberately posed with familiarity.

However, the smile on the corner of his lips displayed merciless egoism.
"Amongst those who have lost their lives in the schemes of you and your
fellow Divine Ancestors, many were my friends and subordinates. It's time
for you to pay the debts you owe them... Ah yes, by the way, there's also
that woman who worsened her health in order to seal away that Arthur you
summoned."

The memories concerning their eight-year-long conflict were reawakened.

Had Guinevere simply been a witch who harassed Alec, even if annoyed,
he would probably not be so intent on eliminating her. Similar to the way
he tolerated that Princess...
"But there's no such rule saying that the Witch Queen does not have to pay
her debts. I'm just doing a little stint as a debt collector. I'm sorry but would
you please indulge this little willful wish of mine?"

"You revived Avalon for this..."

The antique doll-like beautiful face was viciously distorted as she glared at
Alec.

"Not only did you find out Master's sleeping location before us, set a
shameless trap in that place, and even separate Guinevere from Sir
Knight, you had to impose such a self-righteous explanation!
Alexandre-sama, you really are the worst!"

"Like you, I am in a scolding mood, but it's best that I don't act on it."

Alec dismissed the Divine Ancestor's accusation with a heavily sardonic

smile.
"Now you must make a choice. Are you going to find a way to escape,
avoiding risk even though the 'King of the End' lies before you? Or will you
play your ultimate hand in a bid for everything? One or the other."

In the past, Guinevere would surely have picked the former.

And then waited for Lancelot's rescue. Since things had come to this, Alec
could not let things go wrong in the last moment.

However, trapped in this current situation, what would she do?

Gamble with her remaining life to seek the "King of the End," or not? Which
would it be?

Seeing Guinevere's cute figure beginning to expand, Alec smiled. Very well
then, you made that choice. I shall entertain you to the very end.

The doll-like body of the beautiful girl was covered with silver-white scales
as it expanded.

The black formal dress which resembled funeral attire was ripped apart in
an instant.

Long and sharp claws grew out from the tips of her four limbs. Wings
sprouted from her back. Her beautiful face had turned merciless and
reptilian. But rather than ferocity, the face still carried a sense of solemn
dignity--

This was the form of a dragon. Witch Queen Guinevere had finally used
her trump card as a Divine Ancestor. Releasing the seal of dragons and
snakes, she temporarily retrieved her former divinity as mother earth
goddess.

However, the price was the forfeit of Guinevere's remaining life.

Sparks appeared all over Alec. Engaging divine speed, he prepared for a
conclusion with his mortal enemy.

Part 3
"I am currently under Lancelot's curse. Before dueling with Lancelot, I need
to fight Gascoigne first. Even though if this continues I'll be free once
Gascoigne is defeated. But it looks like things won't go that smoothly."
On the deck of the magically operated sailing ship, Godou was speaking
leisurely.
Naturally, he was talking to Erica, Liliana and Yuri before him.

"I want to fight that Lancelot as soon as possible to settle things."

"If that is the case, Kusanagi Godou, you seem to have forgotten one
important thing."
What? As Godou was taken aback by Liliana's statement, Erica explained
to him:

"The spell words of the [Sword]. You still haven't obtained knowledge
about Lancelot. You currently have no way to slice apart that war god."

"Ah yes. Now that you mentioned it, that's true."

Godou realized his carelessness. Apparently the curse had made him lose
his cool.

"Well actually I thought that when push comes to shove, I could always
have Guinevere tell me."

"Y-You! What are you thinking? She is an enemy, a Divine Ancestor as

well!"

Hearing Godou's mutterings, Liliana reprimanded him.

"That is to say, you have no compunction against kissing that witch again!
Anyway, how were you planning on getting her to follow your orders!?"

"Well, whatever, when the time comes I will always think of a way."

"Completely shameless! Spoken like a true sexual predator!"

"Don't say that. By the way, you don't actually dislike me acting this way,
right?"

"--!?"

Godou wryly smiled at Liliana's fierce accusations as he winked at her.

The contents of her romance novels were still clear in his memory. The
silver-haired knight had repeated the same lines as the heroine who
wholeheartedly looked forward to being toyed with by a man resembling
Kusanagi Godou.

Liliana averted her gaze with a frantic expression. Her anxiety clearly
betrayed the fact that Godou was right on target.
"P-Please wait, Godou-san. Disregarding your statement about doing
something to Guinevere-sama, the final mystery of Sir Lancelot still needs
to be solved. Before fighting Sir Lancelot and the Black Prince, this must
be resolved first!"

Taking silent Liliana's place, Yuri pleaded.

"Now is the not the time to fight. Please slow down and calm your heart!"
"Ah yes, actually. Lancelot without armor... I've seen that fellow's true face
already."

Suppressing his belligerence for now, Godou smiled as he replied to the

Hime-Miko.
This caused Yuri to blink repeatedly with a shocked expression.

"If Mariya also sees it, perhaps you can tell me what kind of existence
Lancelot is? Perhaps the prototype can be used to unravel the final
mystery. --Ah, right."
Struck by a great idea, Godou approached Yuri.

"P-Perhaps it really could work... Eh, Godou-san, what are you doing!?"

"Nothing much. I just came up with a great idea, so I want to try it straight
away. Mariya can take this opportunity to instruct me about Lancelot as
well."

"R-Right now right here!?"

Godou reached out and pulled the surprised Yuri to his side.

The frail and delicate Hime-Miko easily fell into his bosom. Godou could
feel the touch of her slender yet extremely feminine body and the warmth
of her skin.
Hugging her was such a pleasure. Godou smiled, causing Yuri to blush
instantly.

"E-Erica-san and Liliana-san are both present. By the way, Godou-san,

you're really not thinking straight. T-This must be a prank -- mmm..."

In contrast to the strong sense of propriety in her voice, Yuri's behavior did
not express unwillingness.
She was neither resisting nor trying to escape, and her eyes even began to
moisten passionately. Consequently, Godou did not hold back and pressed
his lips upon hers to silence her.

"N-No, you cannot. E-Everyone is still watching. I-I cannot do this kind of
act for Godou-san -- oooh, please do not do this."

With tears in her eyes, Yuri tried to move her lips away, but she did not
truly refuse.

This was evidenced by the fact that she became obedient as soon as
Godou again sealed her lips with his own.
Godou gently licked those cherry lips of hers that glimmered from the
moisture of saliva. Recently, the Hime-Miko had started responding to him
boldly but this time she was still rather stiff. Kissed by Godou, her lips
remained tense for quite a while but gradually they opened.

As tongues clicked and lips were licked repeatedly, Yuri finally opened her
mouth.

Her cute little tongue cautiously welcomed Godou's tongue as it extended

into her mouth.

"B-Bad... Godou-san... P-Please could you understand, enough is enough.

If you continue with this behavior, I-I will become angry for real -- oooh."

Her eyes narrowing from rapture, Yuri still kissed back despite turning
bright red from head to toe due to embarrassment. But no sooner had
Godou indulged in the long absent pleasure he missed than Erica walked
over.

"Even though I noticed your lack of hesitation earlier, I never would have
thought it extended to this area as well... How unexpected, Godou. You
are full of surprises, one after another."

"Really? I'm just acting according to my own will, that's all."

Godou halted his kiss with the Hime-Miko to respond to Erica.

He did not miss the sight of Yuri's lips, trembling with reluctance at the
interruption. Although it was likely subconscious, perhaps she really sought
Godou after all.
"Sorry, since Mariya feels shy, could you two go somewhere a little further
away? I want to learn about Lancelot here first."

Yuri began to shrink back from Erica and Liliana's gazes.

In order to attend to the Hime-Miko, Godou gave orders that went slightly
counter to his own principles. He did not like giving special treatment to
any particular person in his circle.

"Stop with the nonsense. How can I leave a person like you unattended so
easily and make an exit?"

"In that case, you can join Mariya and teach me about Lancelot together."
"What did you say!?"

In a strange turn of events, Erica who was usually the one taking initiative,
had been repeatedly surprised by Godou today. It was really quite an
interesting spectacle.

"Yesterday, you learned from Mariya what she knew about Lancelot, right?
If that's the case, there's no problem. Limiting my loving to one particular
person... Really isn't behavior I want to condone. If Erica will join us, that
would be for the best."
Having approached arm's reach, Godou grabbed Erica by the wrist.

In a contest of strength, Erica's magically enhanced physical abilities were

superior. She should have been able to struggle free without trouble, but
Godou easily pulled her next to him instead.

Since she would not hesitate towards an invitation from Godou, there was
no need for foreplay.

Godou kissed Erica's lips with his own. This lasted dozens of seconds.

Yuri showed a mournful gaze while Liliana kept shouting "Please stop this,
Kusanagi Godou. Erica, you too, should know enough is enough!" But
Godou continued to kiss unfazed.
"Mmmm... Godou, don't think you can dodge the issue simply by doing
something like this. Your command is too inconsiderate. I don't want to
listen... Ooh."

Erica whispered lightly as she engaged in an intensely passionate kiss with

Godou.
Boldly opening her lips, she covered Godou's lips with them. Using her
passionately wriggling tongue she caressed Godou's tongue, sharing each
other's saliva.

"Of course, facing such a proactive Godou truly makes me feel the intense
beat of my heart. Since you have extended such an invitation, it makes me
want to accept... As for doing that with Yuri together, I cannot agree so
easily. I, Erica Blandelli, am not that kind of convenient woman... Mmm."

"Hasn't this been done with everyone before? Wouldn't it be nice to do it

from time to time?"
Exchanging kisses a couple, no, several dozen times in this manner,
Godou and Erica whispered softly to each other.

"Precedent is no excuse. I never said it was that easy."

"If you ever feel any discontent, you can always throw a knife at me like
just now, you know? I won't evade it next time... And I won't even complain
a single word. How about that, is that enough for me to be the partner of
you girls?"
"Right, if such a chance arises, I really will do it. Prepare yourself!"

Making full use of the brief respite between their dialogue, the two kissed
repeatedly without pause. Despite her words of displeasure, Erica's
fragrantly sweet lips welcomed Godou with great passion.
"I really need you girls by my side after all. Especially Erica, you've pretty
much been my companion the longest, always helping me."

"Come on... You only know how to sweet talk during times like these...
What am I going to do with you?"

Erica finally withdrew her lips from Godou's mouth.

The hanging thread of saliva linking them together remained as evidence
of their intense kissing.
"I can hardly approve of such emotional decision making. Without noticing
it, you have somehow been provoked to become more and more
unyielding. The fact that no man other than Kusanagi Godou has ever
made me, Erica Blandelli, compromise this much, I hope you can thank
fate properly."
"Ah yes. I will engrave it deeply in my heart."

"E-Erica-san, are you serious!?"

Yuri was shocked that the beautiful maiden of red had reached an
agreement with Godou.
"Yes. Let this be a special exception only for today. The [Sword] is
essential after all. Even though the method of carrying out the original plan
has strayed, doing this with Godou was part of the plan after all."

"The plan... Y-Yes, that is true."

Yuri answered Erica whose face was flushed red.

It seemed like the girls were scheming something, but Godou did not mind.
Just as he had stated, he would not complain even if he got stabbed. This
level of willing acceptance was necessary as part of his determination.
"B-But. No matter what, this is too unbecoming!"

Liliana's shout made Godou smile at her in response.

"Even if you haven't said anything, you have to accompany us too. Didn't
you mention before? So this time, you must accept me as a knight should."

"It is true I said it before, but this is too abrupt!"

Godou glanced diagonally at the troubled blue knight as he leaned closer

to the Hime-Miko.
He pulled into his embrace Yuri who was scared stiff. Erica immediately
came to his side as well.

"If Mariya really dislikes it, then let's stop here. However, I think no matter
how I change, Mariya will still choose to stay by my side. So, may I?"

"D-Do not bring that up... Let me go -- Ah..."

"If you dislike it, then go ahead and bite my lips. No need to go easy on
me, okay?"

Kissing Yuri again, he whispered to her.

Embraced in Godou's arms, the Hime-Miko twisted her body, but without
expending much force. No matter how weak or frail her body, she could
have refused more intensely as long as she was serious.
In this manner, Yuri remained in Godou's embrace, tears gathering in her
eyes from ecstasy.

"O-Only if Liliana-san also agrees, you are allowed..."

"Trying to escape like that is a bit underhanded. I was relying on Mariya."

"T-Then Godou-san who is saying such things is the underhanded one.
P-Promise me, please? Once Sir Lancelot's details are taught to you, you
must return to normal."

"But that's not something within my power, so this promise is a bit

challenging. If an opportunity arises, I will try my best."

"A-As expected, the current Godou-san is so underhanded -- Oooh mmm,

mmm."

As Yuri finally relaxed and leaned her body against him, Godou tenderly
kissed her.

Licking each other's lips, entangling their tongues, exchanging saliva with
each other.

"Really... All sorts of plans and preparations have gone to waste, Godou,
you're really hopeless!"

Erica embraced him from behind. Naturally, he also exchanged a deep kiss
with her.
"T-This situation is truly a situation indeed! If Mariya Yuri and Erica are
doing it, then as the Grand Chamberlain I should not display any lethargy."

Liliana made her way over unsteadily. Without saying a word, Godou
pulled her to his side.

Part 4
"Speaking of Lancelot, he is the knight amongst knights. In the legends of
King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, he was praised as the
flawless and strongest existence."
As Liliana's beautiful fairy-like face leaned close, Godou unleashed a rain
of kisses.
Lips covered lips, pecking away. Enveloping one another. Lips clamping
down on another's lips. Tongues licked and brushed against lips.
Attentively frolicking. As if seeking to recover lost time, it was a kiss full of
deep passion.

"The crux of the matter is, what was the origin of the existence known as
the knight? You must already know the answer to this, right?"

Half-baked magic and spirit powers were unable to affect Devil King
Campiones.

But it was a completely different matter if spells were poured directly into
the body. Namely, via oral intake.
With forthright temperament, Liliana was forcing her tongue inside. In
response, Godou also extended his tongue into hers, stirring up and
caressing the interior of her mouth.

The corners of their mouths soon became wet with saliva.

No, not just their lips but even the surrounding areas of their faces were
made wet. Nevertheless, Liliana did not worry about appearances and
leaned her face against Godou's cheek in an expression of intimate
affection.

"Amongst those descended from the Scythians, the inheritors of Iron Age
civilization from the original equestrian tribes, there is Sarmatia... The ones
known as the innovators of the armaments and tactics used by heavy
cavalry..."
Between rapturously accepting Godou's extended tongue, Liliana spoke
during the brief interludes for catching her breath.

Erica decided to squeeze in at this time.

"Knights originated from Sarmatia -- or rather, the underlying soil of the

Roman Empire that nurtured medieval chivalry literature to become
knightly culture."

Erica stole their lord's lips from her longtime friend and rival.
Nevertheless, despite the inherent greed in Erica's kiss, it was rather
tastefully done. Instead of letting herself be driven by lust and refusing to
let go of his lips, Erica displayed the pride and dignity of a queen allowing
a vassal to kiss her hand. Furthermore, it was accompanied by a young
maiden's fervor.
As if trying to compete with this red knight, the blue knight once again
offered Godou a kiss, in a manner as adorable as a fairy.

"The Roman Empire at that time, had a system where non-citizen soldiers
were granted official Roman citizenship after twenty-five years of service...
Voluntarily enlisting in the Roman military, Sarmatians were deployed all
over the Empire as cavalry."

"Yes. Retired soldiers were often granted land near the place they were
stationed, and would marry local residents as wives."
The red and blue knights alternately approached with their kisses, in a
competition to win credit.

Yuri watched with mournful eyes as the two knights tangled with Godou
and said softly:

"Excuse me, Godou-san, so you have seen Lancelot's true face...?"

"Ah yes. That guy is actually a girl beneath the armor. Lancelot du Lac is a
female knight."

Yuri sighed as she heard his immediate response.

With an expression like she wanted to say something, Liliana pinched

Godou's back.

As for Erica, she moved her lips to feign a kiss and lightly bit Godou's
lower lip.

"Ouch! What are you doing?"

"As it turns out, your lips were yet again stolen by female temptation."

"There should limits to how open you leave yourself. You must become
more alert."
"Even though that kind of open-mindedness can be considered
Godou-san's good point, nevertheless, it should be time for him to make
progress and learn from past mistakes..."

Criticized by each girl in turn, Godou's head shrank back.

This was a tangent. His moment of honesty was for the sake of guiding the
Hime-Miko's spirit vision. What was going to happen? Godou awaited the
result. After all--

"Anyway, I was indeed able to see it thanks to what you said. Sir Lancelot's
unobscured face stands as irrefutable evidence of her identity as a queen
related to the Proto-Scythian lineages."

Yuri hugged back tightly in turn, and bringing her lips close as if trying to
stand on her toes.
A resolute and proactive kiss. It was an act that no longer befitted the
conservative Yamato Nadeshiko, thereby lighting her heart with a sense of
immoral excitement.

Yuri's kiss was transmitting the knowledge for unraveling Lancelot's

mystery.

Once again, the miko possessing the highest spirit vision aptitude had
received a divine oracle. How befitting -- just as Godou was about to
express his gratitude, the other girl who possessed spirit vision also offered
a kiss.

"Herodotus was the historian who left behind the first and most ancient
writings about the Scythians, faithfully recording every single detail about
the descendants of this tribe. The key that links the queen and the female
warrior, Sir Lancelot, to the Scythians, is..."

Liliana's spirit vision also succeeded on this occasion.

The rare girl, known as both a witch and a knight, transmitted new
knowledge to Godou as well. A massive amount of information was being
sent directly to his brain through [Instruction] magic.

The knowledge provided by the trio caused a sense of certainty to rise in

Godou's heart.

Yes, it could be made. The [Sword] for slicing Lancelot apart could now be
created!

Just as this confidence made Godou display a dauntless smile...

"Godou, come here for a bit, okay...?"

It was Erica pleading for a kiss. Naturally, Godou responded.

This was an act that had been repeated so many times he had already lost
count. However, her kiss delivered neither speech nor knowledge.

"...A stone?"

Rolling over his tongue was a small and hard ball-shaped object.
Due to Erica mixing copious amounts of sweet and fragrant saliva along
with the object, Godou unwarily swallowed it. Immediately, Godou felt
intense chaos in his heart.

"W-What--?"

Anxiety, indecision, apprehension and the like. These hitherto forgotten

emotions were reawakened once more.

What had been forced down his throat? Erica smiled gracefully as Godou
puzzled.

"It's a shame and I'll miss this, but it's about time for things to conclude. Do
you remember Hikari's disaster purification? We asked the Princess to cast
a spell to seal that power into this enchanted stone."

Hikari was Yuri's little sister, the Mariya family's second daughter. She was
also an apprentice Hime-Miko.

Disaster purification was a power that could cancel out a god's authority,
even though the scale of its effect was limited. During the battle against the
Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Hikari's disaster purification had managed to
shatter the recovered Ruyi Staff which Erica had smashed earlier.

In addition, there was Alice's involvement this time.

"This isn't ordinary disaster purification, you know? This is disaster

purification performed after the Princess had used psychic sensing to
share her own spiritual essence with Hikari. Even though wiping out Sir
Lancelot's curse is too difficult, it is possible to cause cracks in it... That's
what the Princess said."

Really? So that explains the current feeling. Godou understood.

Indeed it was only on the level of making cracks. Godou had a feeling that
if he let his emotions sweep him away, he would return to that state again.

However. Nevertheless.
Under the girls' gazes, Godou could not allow himself to reignite that
fervor.
Because of Erica, who performed the reversal, trying to bring Godou back
in spite of the lingering aftertaste from the earlier behavior which made her
body and mind swelter.

Because of Yuri, whose eyes were in a daze from the repeated passionate
kissing, yet she still displayed great worry on her face.

Because of Liliana, whose sincere gaze sought Godou even while she
voiced all sorts of complaints.
It was imperative to return to their side--

The instant this thought crossed his mind, Kusanagi Godou naturally
recovered his usual state.

Thus recovered, Godou now faced Erica, Yuri and Liliana.

The girls looked like they were still in an excited state due to the aftertaste
from the earlier behavior. Their beautiful faces were more seductive than
usual, and their alluring bodies brimmed with loveliness that tempted
Godou.

Nevertheless, the three of them stared at Godou as if they had something

to say.

Embarrassed, Godou deliberately coughed a couple times.

"Ah... Everyone, I'm really sorry about what happened this time. After
Lancelot enchanted me with that suspicious curse, I seem to have become
quite strange."

An apology straight from the heart. Nevertheless, the reception was less
than ideal.

"I don't really agree. If I had to say it, Godou displayed exceptional vigor."
"Even though there is no actual evidence to prove this, I did not see you
possessing the stupidity unique to those who were magically brainwashed,
nor did you show any dulled reactions..."
"For some reason, I get the feeling that it was a curse that releases one's
innermost thoughts and desires, amplifying them to near insane levels. In
that case, up until just now, Godou-san was really..."

Erica's accusation, Liliana's resignation and Yuri's verdict.

Since he had brought things on himself, Godou could not object in any
way. He timidly bowed his head.

"Looks like I troubled Hikari as well."

"That's right. She received the Princess' spiritual essence and used power
which exceeded her limits, greatly exhausting her body and mind. She
collapsed with a severely high fever. She even asked for you to visit her
later."

Godou nodded at Erica's explanation.

Come to think of it, Hikari had requested "let's go out" quite a while ago.
Other than apologizing for her troubles, he really had to fulfill his promise
too...

"Of course, I also need to express my thanks to Alice-san. Did she come to
Japan again? Is she together with Kaoru-san and Amakasu-san right
now?"
"Uh... That is a rather difficult matter to explain."

Liliana answered Godou's question with a frantic expression. Yuri bowed

her head with a blush and even Erica was diverting her gaze as if
embarrassed.

What's going on? Just as he puzzled, Godou heard that voice.

"M-My apologies. I was actually hiding here all along, watching everything
from beginning to end."

Unbelievably, it was the voice of Princess Alice.

Turning his head in a panic, Godou found the beauty standing awkwardly
behind him.
"I hurried here because I learned from Erica's call yesterday that
Kusanagi-sama was in a grave situation. Also, I was concerned with
Alexandre's latest activities."
Apparently she had flown here using spirit body detachment again.
Of course, besides well intentions, morbid curiosity probably played a large
part as well. But anyway, that did not really matter. Godou could not thank
the Princess enough for coming here expressly to rescue him.

On the other hand, Godou was so shocked he could only stare silently at
Alice.

Alice was also completely embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with

everyone else. Furthermore, she was murmuring repeatedly in a highly
excited tone.
"Find an opening to feed Kusanagi-sama via mouth-to-mouth the
enchanted stone I had prepared. After hearing this plan Erica had
proposed, I've been observing with a racing heart. I never knew things
would get so out of hand! It almost scared me to death!"

Even though the embarrassment made her feel awkward, Alice's eyes
glimmered brightly.

Godou and the girls' behavior must have given her quite an intense cultural
shock.

"S-Sorry for going on a tangent. But to witness such an avant-garde

display as befits Kusanagi-sama's faction, it renders me quite unable to
describe things properly in words. R-Regardless, the problem of
Guinevere-sama and Sir Lancelot is our first priority right now!"

Alice changed the subject forcibly, coughed cutely and began to look
across the sea from the ship's deck.
"I can see a [Dragon]'s shadow over there. Most likely Guinevere-sama
has released the seal of the snakes and dragons."

This was an observation made by the Miko-Hime. On the other hand,

Godou could see nothing but the sea.

Yuri who possessed the same power as her, nodded in agreement.

"Yes. I see it too. Also, there is a presence of intense [Thunder] in that

direction."
"Yes. That must be Sir Lancelot accumulating power."
Godou noticed it too, in the direction pointed out by the Hime-Miko,
different from the one described by Alice.
From the Devil's Sea, the presence of thunder could be felt, which was
apparently opposite to where the dragon's shadow was located.

"Guinevere and Lancelot were separated?"

"Yes. This must have been Alexandre's goal. To trap Sir Lancelot in the
labyrinth, isolate Guinevere-sama, and then strike at each separately.
Compared to the knight, the queen is easier to handle, which is why she
became the prioritized target."
This plan had almost been foiled by Godou's intrusion.

That said, Godou could not possibly ally himself with a man of poor
character like Alec. Well, it couldn't be helped. Thinking that, Godou
shrugged.

On the other hand, Alice looked in the direction of where the dragon should
be and spoke with determination:

"I will watch Guinevere-sama and Alexandre's duel. What are

Kusanagi-sama's plans?"

"I will go to the Floating Island... Where Lancelot is."

From the Black Prince and White Princess' perspective, the Divine
Ancestor was their greater enemy. However, that did not hold true for
Kusanagi Godou.

The one he needed to fight and settle things with, was Lancelot du Lac.

Consequently, he needed to part with the Princess here.

"I really owe you one for the assistance this time. Thank you so much. I will
properly express my gratitude later."

"Not at all, I am also having fun."

Alice responded to Godou's thanks with a mainly mischievous smile.

"Then I shall take my leave, Kusanagi-sama. May you be victorious. It's a
shame that you and Alexandre cannot get along, but for the sake of world
peace, it's best if you two can compromise a little. Then I can rest
assured!"
This time speaking with ladylike tones, Alice flew away.

The four people, Godou, Erica, Yuri and Liliana were left behind. The usual
team.

"Godou, it's finally time for our decisive battle against Sir Lancelot, right?"
"Uh yeah. Sorry everyone. The situation has gone messy because of me,
but I've already decided from the start to end things with Lancelot. Could
you all accommodate me for a little while longer?"

"Asking me, Erica Blandelli, this type of question is completely

unnecessary. Only a fool will say to their right hand something ridiculous
like 'accommodate me.' Well whatever, considering it's Godou, the fool at
all times no matter what."

Godou smiled wryly in response to Erica's nonconformist answer, while

Liliana and Yuri nodded on the side.

Even though things were a mess, the conclusion was finally approaching in
spite of everything. Godou stepped forward at last, towards the duel with
the knight who had caused the death of his mortal enemy Athena--
References
1.   ↑   Melusine: a feminine spirit of fresh waters in sacred springs and
rivers from European folklore. Commonly depicted as a woman with a
lower torso of a snake or a fish (like a mermaid), sometimes with
wings.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melusine
Chapter 7 - Journey's End
Part 1
Transformed into a white dragon, Guinevere was facing Alexandre
Gascoigne.
The two had been engaged in a covert struggle all this time. Nevertheless,
a direct confrontation never occurred because Guinevere always avoided
such a situation. After all, it was impossible to face a Campione in a duel
without turning into a dragon, an act equivalent to choosing "death."
Hence, this was the first and last battle.

Guinevere spread her white dragon wings and began to flap. However, this
did not cause the dragon's massive body to take flight. Flapping her wings
was for some other purpose rather than flying.
What the vibrating dragon wings produced was wind.

With a great noisy racket, a vortex of wind was forming around Guinevere's
white dragon body.

The vortex immediately turned into a cyclone, as violent winds swept

across the forty-thousand-square-meter artificial island. Alec was almost
blown away.

"Sealing my movements in your territory?!"

'Correct! Alexandre-sama, Your Highness may possess the speed of

lightning. Nevertheless, as long as you are immobilized, it poses no threat
at all!'
The magical wind caused by the Divine Ancestor was not simply strong
wind.

The cyclone even formed masses of air to strike at Alec with ferocity, trying
to send him flying. Furthermore, there was a curse which wrapped around
his tall, thin physique like a snake, sealing all movement.
Trapped within the confines of this magical wind, even a giant creature
would probably be unable to move an inch.

It would not be an exaggeration to say his immobility was like being bound
by metal restraints, for this was a type of bondage spell. The only one left
untouched was the white dragon transformed from Guinevere, able to
move freely while her opponent was left with no choice but to stand still.
Standing inside this cyclone that conferred an absolute advantage, the
white dragon bellowed.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

'Alexandre-sama, Your Highness should prepare yourself!'

Guinevere's adorable voice was heard from the white dragon's jaws
simultaneously with the roar.

Next came the frontal attack. Swinging the dragon's massive front limbs,
those sword-rivaling sharp claws were going to rip him apart. An ordinary
person would probably be torn to pieces helplessly.

But Alec was a Campione, and thus possessed absolute resistance

against magic. Even against the curse cast by a divine class sacred
dragon--

"Be thou faithful unto death! And I will give thee a crown of life!"[1]

Chanting scripture, he raised the magical power residing in his body.

This in turn increased his magical resistance. Just as he finished raising

his magical power, the wind's curse pressing on his body disappeared.
Recovering his freedom, Alec instantly used god speed.

A bystander would probably think he teleported.

In an instant, Alec charged behind the white dragon and leaped lightly,
touching the dragon's back with his hand. Of course, it was no mere touch.
Turning his right hand into plasma, he released an electrical attack.

Zap! Sparks flew.

'Guh... Truly a nimble one!'

A sound came from the dragon as if Guinevere was smacking her lips. As
befitted the gigantic dragon god which surpassed divine beasts, the
electric shock did not seem to have done any damage.
Furthermore, the magical wind was increasing in momentum.

Guinevere once again poured divine power into the wind.

The wind roared, bellowed and moaned. This rampaging wind's purpose
was entanglement in addition to blown attacks. Alec's slender body was
once again constricted by the magical wind, unable to lift a single finger let
alone make use of god speed.

"Tsk!"

Suddenly restrained tightly, Alec found his legs tied together.

He was caught in a difficult situation of falling over as he smacked his lips.

Taking advantage of this, Guinevere swung the white dragon's massive tail
with a swish. Being struck by that object would be no different from being
pummeled by a steel beam from a building construction site.

Alec raised his magical power once again and managed to struggle free of
the magical wind's curse. Activating god speed when the tail was mere
centimeters from his body, he dodged. However, Guinevere infused the
wind with divine power once more--
This was essentially an endless self-defeating cycle.

Using the instant when the wind restrained Alec, Guinevere used the
dragon's body to attack.

Swinging those sharp claws on her front and back limbs. Biting down with
those jaws, filled with rows of sharp and deadly teeth. Charging with that
massive body as a weapon. Swiping with that unexpectedly troublesome
weapon of a tail.

And more terrifying than any of those attacks, the breath from the dragon's
mouth.

The dragon's breath instantly turned into a tempest mixed with shards of
ice. This sharp onslaught displayed merciless ferocity, seeking to send the
living flying, slicing them apart, freezing them.

Whenever any of these attacks approached, Alec struggled free from his
bonds.
Using divine speed to jump backwards, he repeatedly evaded the dragon's
attacks in the last second before being struck. Nevertheless, he could not
counterattack in any effective way. Not due to Alec's manipulative
personality, but because Alec's authorities were not very offense-oriented
in nature.
"Oh well, the labyrinth creation authority was never one to be used for
offense in the first place."

Alec muttered as he continued to endure the dragon's fierce attacks.

"Though talented, the bashful servant is unsuited for direct confrontations.
The magical sphere of avarice is currently in use. And if I used that
thunderstrike, I will lose the ability to escape from the palm of your hand.
What a predicament!"

The authority of divine speed actually had an attack mode called [Black
Thunder] which could incinerate everything on the ground.

However, using it meant that he could no longer use divine speed for half a
day. Alec had no wish to use it in this situation.

"But anyway, Guinevere. There's not much time remaining before

checkmate. Have you prepared a way to seal that move?"

Guinevere did not have the leisure to respond to Alec's question.

The ferocious dragon was using her gigantic body to fan the magical wind.

--This could be described as the battle between a lion and a cat. No matter
how agile Alec was, suffering a single strike from the dragon would result
in instant death. Hence for Guinevere, as long as she cautiously kept up
her pursuit of her prey and delivered a decisive blow once sufficient
damage had been caused, things were set.

That said, Alec was actually the one with effort to spare.

"Clearly you could have stalled for time while waiting for Lancelot's rescue,
but you didn't. That means that knight must be suffering from some kind of
inconvenience. For example, maybe something like insufficient stamina for
continuous battle."

'Guh!'

Guinevere answered Alec's mutterings with a new wave of furious attacks.

Clearly she was feeling anxious. The hunch was correct. Furthermore, she
must be aware that little time remained until the fulfillment of the conditions
Alec needed to reverse his unfavorable situation.

He continued to evade the raging attacks of the white dragon -- until finally,
the time had come.
Once Alec was certain enough power had been stored from Guinevere's
attacks, he chanted the spell words.
"Hear me, daughters of the endless night, daughters of the earth and
shadow!"

Even though the magical wind sealed his body's movements, Alec no
longer cared.

In response to the chanted verse, three beautiful infernal goddesses

manifested.

Standing guard above him and to his left and right were Megaera,
Tisiphone and Alecto. These were the Erinyes, the three goddesses of
vengeance.

"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!"

Raven-black wings sprouted from their backs, while every strand of hair
was a "snake."

Using their feathered wings, they completely deflected the razor claws,
sharp teeth and deadly breath from Guinevere's dragon form.

"Megaera the demon, Tisiphone the avenger, Alecto the relentless, retrieve
the curse and execute vengeance! Now is the time for revenge!"

This was the second authority Alec had usurped, the authority of
vengeance.

Summoning the three infernal goddesses required spending a substantial

amount of time on meditation and a ritual. Hence it was impossible to use
in immediate battles. On the other hand, if the enemy could be lured where
preparations had been made beforehand to summon the Erinyes, Alec
would gain an astounding advantage.

Because all damage and destruction performed before them was reflected
back to the perpetrator.
Responding to Alec's chant, vicious countenances appeared on the
snake-haired Erinyes. Spreading their black wings, they attacked the white
dragon.
The goddess in dragon form was tragically clobbered and sliced open--
Guinevere's entire body suffered the full force of the attacks she had
unleashed on Alec earlier. Like living prey tossed high into the air to be
shredded by the sharp beaks of gathering ferocious birds of prey.

A complete massacre.

Even though he had successfully sent his enemy to the grave, Alec was
not moved the slightest. The problems of Lancelot and Kusanagi Godou
still remained. As he thought of them, a familiar voice was heard.

"So things seem to have concluded."

"You came. What a keen sense of smell you have."

Turning his head back, he found Princess Alice's spirit body there.

Knowing she came to catch the show, Alec went "Hmph" at her and said:

"Just as you see, Guinevere has reached her end. Though Lancelot
remains as an enemy... Perhaps there is no further need to fight him."

"Once the one he protected is gone, Sir Lancelot loses his original reason
to fight."

Sharp as ever, Alice immediately concurred.

"Ah yes. Normally, this would constitute a motive for revenge, but that guy
is a [Heretic God] after all. He has acted as Guinevere's knight for over a
thousand years. If this lone constraint disappears, it would not be
surprising for him to start wandering the earth."

This was precisely the reason why Alec targeted the Witch Queen first.
However, immediate objections were raised against his statement. It was
the hoarse voice of Guinevere on the verge of death.

'No! Even though Sir Knight has indeed become a [Heretic God], his loyalty
towards our sworn master has never been lost! Now that the land of
Avalon has appeared, he will not succumb to his heretical tendencies!'
She must be dying. The dragon's body had begun to petrify. The
silver-white dragon scales covering her body were losing their luster and
turning into milky-white stone.
'Guinevere believes in Sir Knight's heroism and devotion. He will surely
take the place of us Divine Ancestors, going forth to serve under the
banner of the "King of the End," pledging his allegiance as the premier
knight!'

The Divine Ancestor's soul still appeared to be intact. Alec replied to her
voice:

"If that island were the true Avalon, perhaps things might proceed in that
fashion."

Neither merciless nor hateful, he simply responded without emotion.

As if mechanically pointing out errors in an experiment.

"The Heavenly Reverse Halberd is simply a divine artifact for building

countries, and is affiliated with Izanagi and Izanami, the parents of Japan's
islands. Their creations were not limited to intact land but also included the
so-called 'Leech Child,' an amorphous fluidic object that was exiled to the
ocean according to the myths."

Having severed Guinevere's tragic hopes, revenge was complete. As a

result, Alec spoke coldly without emotion:
"The Heavenly Reverse Halberd happens to be the divine artifact that
imitates this legend, allowing it to produce both dry land and Leech
Children. Approximately a thousand years ago, the 'King of the End' had
revived for the sake of exterminating the Campiones active at the time.
Completing his mission as usual, he went to sleep on a certain island in
Japan."

Through the experiment at Los Angeles, Alec understood the properties of

the Heavenly Reverse Halberd. After associating it with the strongest
[Steel], he came up with a certain hypothesis.

"The island where the 'King of the End' sleeps, was converted into a Leech
Child using the Heavenly Reverse Halberd. You should have figured it out
by now, that is the Floating Island I revived... The island you call Avalon.
Here comes the mystery, who did it and why?"
Alice made an expression as if she realized something. She must have
figured out the mechanism behind the trap.

"Apparently the masterminds are the elders who viewed the 'King of the
End' as a threat. Turning the island where the troublesome tiger slept into
a Leech Child, they sank it to the bottom of the sea to conceal it. And truly
what a brilliant method of concealment. Nevertheless, there still remained
existences like you Divine Ancestors. Since they were going to hide the
island, the elders thought they might as well use an even more
well-thought out method to be safe."

This was one of several possible developments that Alec had deduced.
"A week earlier, I tried using the Heavenly Reverse Halberd to reconstruct
the Floating Island. What this verified was the absence of something that
should exist. On that island there was no decrepit divine sword -- the
remains of the 'King of the End.' After careful consideration, the elders
must have changed the king's sleeping location beforehand."

In any case, there was no sword anywhere on the Floating Island.

Consequently, the Heavenly Reverse Halberd was simply a red herring -- a
diversion to trick seekers of the king.
Although Alec had a hunch about where the King of the End was truly
located, there was no need to reveal it at this time.

"Ultimately, the Floating Island is not Avalon. Even so, it was sufficient for
my purpose of baiting you. Hence I used the labyrinth authority to lock it
up, to act as the crucial element of the trap."

'The divine sword's aura that could be sensed from the island -- could that
actually be!?'

Without answering Guinevere's sobbing voice, Alec shrugged.

Sardinia's Lucretia Zola had once mentioned. The "King of the End" was
much more ancient than Arthur and a hero spanning continents, both
oriental and occidental.

Alec believed her statement and had been performing field research in
various lands. What this achieved was the discovery of a decrepit Divine
Sword of Salvation in Indonesia. This was the item he had ordered Cecilia
Cheung to retrieve and bring over to Japan.
"Even though I was worrying how things would turn out when Kusanagi
Godou appeared, in the end the plan continued smoothly without a hitch.
Guinevere, this is the truth of the matter, which cannot be changed no
matter what. As the Witch Queen, it is only fitting for you to pass away with
dignity, is it not?"
'No! Even like this, Guinevere still has things to do!'
The white dragon's body had completely petrified. Turned into a
milky-white statue, it was lying on the ground. However, this statue
collapsed all of a sudden.

As if eroded by the long and merciless passage of time, it lost shape and
became sand with a rustling sound.

The grains of sand, which had been part of a dragon god only moments
earlier, scattered noisily across the ground. Carried by the blowing wind, a
large clump of sand scattered and flew towards the sea.
"I can sense Guinevere-sama's consciousness in that clump of sand!"

"How resilient. As befits one who carries immortal divinity!"

Alec exclaimed in response to Alice's observation. What was Guinevere

planning to do in that state?

Despite his curiosity, Alec turned himself into lightning. His destination was
the Floating Island. By this time, Lancelot should have already landed.
Alec wanted to find out what the knight would do after witnessing
Guinevere's demise.

Part 2
That "island" Alec had caused to surface in Tokyo Bay was still several
kilometers away.

Even so, Lancelot du Lac was stuck in midair, unable to advance.

Imprisoned by the gravitational pulse emitted from the black sphere hidden
in the sea, it was impossible to budge an inch.

Nevertheless, the dark clouds covering the sky above continued to release
flashes of lightning.

The purpose of these electrical strikes was to replenish the essence of

[Thunder] for the flying knight and divine horse.
"In order to reach the island of destiny which finally appeared, this Knight
and steed shall go full speed at maximum power. This Knight's ally, turn
into lightning together with one in a display of valor. Go forth!"
Recharging was complete for the secondary effects of lightning speed and
meteoric impact.
Whispering to the beloved white horse softly, Lancelot leaned forward
against the horse's back. In that instant, rider and partner became a white
meteor. Turning themselves into a dragon-slaying snake-slaughtering
divine sword, it was a charge which could tear apart heaven and earth.
Now they needed no longer fear the gravitational pulse.
Focusing purely on flying, they broke free from the restraints of gravity,
thereby traversing the Devil's Sea. From high up in the air, Lancelot looked
down at the island of destiny she had finally reached. A little island which
contained nothing but rock.

Covered entirely by conspicuous strangely shaped rocks, there were no

other distinct landforms or structures.

Ordering the divine horse to circle the island from the air, Lancelot caught
sight of something shiny on the ground below. It appeared to be metal
reflecting sunlight.

Descending instantly, they landed on the peak of the strange rocks.

Embedded there was a rusted decrepit iron sword.

It was once a broad and mighty sword. Lancelot recognized it as one of

many identical swords. Namely, the Divine Sword of Salvation which had
been used as the material for the divine lance Excalibur.

The decrepit sword was the hero's remains. He was supposed to be

sleeping in the land where this sword was embedded.

However, Lancelot could not sense from anywhere on this island the
presence of his kin -- [Steel]. The warrior who should be lying in slumber
with the decrepit divine sword. That lethargic presence, similar to a rusted
sword blade, was nowhere to be felt.

"This place is not Avalon either... Is that the situation now?"

Then the white war god became aware.

The final death roars of the [Dragon] not far away. Unmistakable.
Furthermore, the presence of the girl Lancelot was supposed to protect
could no longer be felt.
It must be Guinevere who had been abducted by Alexandre Gascoigne.
Even in a battle against the Black Prince, Guinevere should have been
able to seek protection by sending out her thoughts. Had she been able to
escape successfully, she would have delivered thoughts to report her
safety...

"Has the beloved child fallen before her grand aspirations could be
realized? Looks like our journey is coming to an end."

Notions of resignation surfaced. What should she do from here onwards?

A duel with the Black Prince to avenge Guinevere? Or to finally indulge her
long time wish, to begin a journey of wandering and battle -- No.

From atop the castle of strange rock, Lancelot could see the sailing ship
approaching the island.

The "enemy" should be there. Questions along the likes of how she should
survive henceforth, shall be considered after the battle's conclusion.

Due to the full powered charge at maximum speed just now, Lancelot and
her beloved steed were exhausted. Nevertheless, now that the beloved
child was gone, she was free to rampage without reservation.

Feeling the duel approaching, Lancelot smiled under her helmet and tightly
gripped the reins once more.

The castle of strange rock that Amakasu had described.

The ship sailed smoothly and approached this island of conspicuous and
strangely shaped rock. The labyrinth authority had already vanished.
Fortunately, Guinevere had magically enchanted the ship to move in
response to Kusanagi Godou's orders.

Not only Godou but Erica, Yuri and Liliana were all on the deck.

"Sir Lancelot is now approaching. Alone."

Liliana reported. With Ena absent, she was the one with the best eyesight.
Godou focused his eyes and was able to make out the figure of the white
knight. Rather than flying like lightning as usual, Lancelot flew in a straight
line no faster than a normal horse's trot.
Lancelot appeared in the usual full armor, with no skin exposed.

However, the knight seemed to be giving off an impression of exhaustion,

and the divine horse's footsteps felt heavy and dulled.

"You look really tired?"

Godou asked out loud as he walked to the edge of the deck.

The three girls retreated to the back, as if trying not to disrupt his dialogue
with a god. It was not yet their time to enter the stage.

"Hmm. In order to struggle free from the Black Prince's minion, one
resorted to a galloping charge. Furthermore, the beloved child who had to
face that man alone, turned into a dragon and was defeated. In the end, all
this sacrifice achieved was reaching a fake Avalon."

Ordering her beloved horse to hover motionless in the air, Lancelot spoke
in low spirits. Apparently, reaching the Floating Island was a trap.

Godou was horrified by what Alec had done.

He was not sure what kind of relations he would develop with that man in
the future, but if that guy prepares for a fight it would be unavoidable. It felt
like no amount of struggling could get out of those multi-layered traps, and
falling into them meant "checkmate."

"Were this Knight a sage with a keen mind, perhaps Gascoigne's scheming
could have been thwarted. But unfortunately, one is merely a warrior who
only knows how to charge forward. Thus, this Knight failed the beloved
child."

"Are you going to seek Gascoigne for revenge?"

"One considered it. Nevertheless, incredible as it may sound, one's heart

did not get fired up at the prospects."

With a metallic scratching sound, Lancelot lifted the visor of her helmet.
The white war god's beautiful face -- the unobscured face of a woman was
revealed.
"Now that the fetters of the protector knight's duties have been lost, this
Knight wonders. Henceforth, one only needs to journey as one desires,
fighting only those enemies whom this Knight deems worthy."

With the helmet opened, Lancelot used a female voice.

"Gascoigne is indeed a formidable foe. And the beloved child's enemy as
well. However, this deviates from one's preference. Hohoho, this Knight's
true wish is to charge like an arrow that has been shot, swinging a lance
ferociously. Were one not this foolishly straightforward, this Knight would
not have gotten involved with that certain man."

Even though the girl under her protection had just been lost, the beautiful
war god was smiling instead.

Once heroes suffered loss, they did not wallow in nostalgic attachment.
This twisted sense of competitiveness, truly belonged to a [Heretic God].
Exactly the same as when Godou had befriended the war god
Verethragna.

"So, what are your plans now?"

"No further words are necessary. There is no lack of familiarity between

dear sir and this Knight. Surely dear sir's purpose is the same? In order to
play the symphony of an intense duel, to mourn the goddess Athena!"
Lancelot smiled delightfully as she spoke.

She was already completely certain. Godou nodded silently.

"Naturally, this Knight would never be so rude as to challenge dear sir with
an exhausted body! This Knight shall curse oneself, for the sake of
vanquishing Kusanagi Godou, one shall risk all with this body!"

In the instant she called out, Lancelot's immense divine power was
restored.

These were words of magic. The curse of [Insane Rush] which had been
applied to Godou previously. In the same manner that it had replenished
Godou's power after the battle against Alec, the white war god now used it
to recover herself!

Then the familiar lance descended from the heavens.

This was the ultimate weapon that created the white star which had made
Godou and Athena suffer so much. Gripping it tightly in her hand, Lancelot
announced as if chanting:
"Come, Excalibur... The sacred lance born from the Divine Sword of
Salvation! Now then, Kusanagi Godou, this Knight has already shown dear
sir one's true face. In that case, there is no point in hiding the remainder!"

Lancelot's white armor flew apart.

That honey-colored hair was most suited to her cool and refreshing facial
beauty.

Fully exposed was her tall and slender physique, with an astoundingly
voluptuous bosom and exceptionally mesmerizing hips. As the body of a
mature woman, it was completely flawless.
In addition, her attire changed.

Chain mail protected her upper torso. The helmet no longer had a visor to
obscure her beautiful face. The divine lance Excalibur was wielded in her
right hand, while an iron bow was strapped to her back. The saddle of the
white divine horse now carried a quiver of arrows.
Furthermore, the armor which had been protecting Lancelot till now--

The white steel that flew apart now shattered and scattered noisily, turning
into countless pieces. These pieces further fragmented, expanding and
transforming as they scattered. Unbelievably, each fragment became a
knight and horse combination.

The style of each knight's armor, was very similar to what Lancelot used to
wear.

On the other hand, the color of their steel was a deep gray like an overcast
sky. With the same majestic appearance of the white knight, they lined
themselves up in a row.

Numbering roughly three hundred or so, the knights were all flying on their
horses in midair, rapidly gathering around Lancelot. They were like a
perfectly disciplined flock of birds.

When birds of prey gathered to hunt collectively, they most likely moved in
such a fashion.
A squadron of heavy cavalry had appeared to guard the beautiful war
deity.
"Hohoho, it has been so long since this Knight last commanded these
subordinates. This Knight shall lead these soldiers into battle as their
monarch, to fight as a simple warrior to settle the duel with dear sir. To
decide the victor through ordinary battle!"

This was Lancelot du Lac's completed state.

He was still in an abnormal state last time -- Recalling Athena's warning,

Godou was terrified.

In that case, he could not hold back any more.

"As the one who ought to be the knight amongst knights, why are you
female!? The greatest clue to unraveling this mystery, lies in Greek
mythology!"

Erica, Yuri and Liliana -- the knowledge they taught was being yelled out.

Godou activated Verethragna's final incarnation, the [Warrior], and

summoned the sword of spell words.

"You are no ordinary [Steel]. As sword gods born as heroes of steel, all
were male warriors who shared intimate symbiotic relationships with
mother earth goddesses. Nevertheless, you exist within the realm of the
heroes of steel as a female instead. An extremely rare existence with dual
identities as both a goddess and a member of steel."

"Oh? You intend to direct that weapon at this Knight? The spell words for
slicing gods apart!"

Lancelot smiled with relaxed composure. If she had been watching his
battle against Athena, it was only natural for her to know about the
[Sword]. Godou continued unfazed:

"Rare, but not nonexistent. One of them was Hippolyta, the queen of the
Amazons. Widely known in Greek mythology as the daughter of the war
god Ares. The queen of the female warrior tribe! The prototype for the war
god Lancelot is either her or a goddess corresponding to one of her
sisters. Am I right!?"
Appearing in the sunny and clear sky above Godou's head were the spell
words of the [Sword].
Tiny spheres flashing with golden brilliance. With dozens of them twinkling,
they were reminiscent of the stars in the sky. Each sphere of light was a
weapon for severing Lancelot's divinity.

"Hohoho. You have mentioned a nostalgic name!"

"The Amazons were a ferocious all-female equestrian tribe descending

from the war god Ares and a naiad. Inhabiting the coastal areas of the
Black Sea, they were ruled by two queens. One who administered internal
rule while the other commanded in battle. Amongst them were queens,
such as Hippolyta, who were also daughters of their ancestor Ares!"
The formation of shining swords of light was being arranged in the air
above Godou's ship.

Immediately in front, the "Squadron of Dark Gray Knights" lay in wait, with
Lancelot in the center of their formation. Every one of them were pointing
their lance tips at the spell words of the [Sword].
Then a frontal conflict commenced--

"The reason why Hippolyta and her sisters are [Steel], originates from their
father Ares. For he is a corner of the most primitive source -- the purest
incarnation of the sword which fights in total compliance with its duty.
Hence, he is violent and inconsiderate, a war god symbolized by a sword
stabbed into the earth!"
Godou was stunned as he continued to compose the spell words.

The squadron of knights, roughly three hundred of them, had deployed half
their numbers as a vanguard and charged into the [Sword].

Was Lancelot really choosing her own defeat!?

"If the battle ends with dear sir as the only one swinging your weapon, it
would be this Knight's dishonor as a warrior. So let one's subordinates
raise some havoc!"

In spite of the situation, the beautiful war god was truly feeling joyous. Was
there some kind of trick?
It was like sending birds of prey into a net. These shining golden spheres
of light were the blades for slicing Lancelot apart. The dark gray knights
should also be valid targets as well--
Godou puzzled as he continued chanting spell words. His first priority was
to increase combat potential!
"The ancient historian Herodotus recorded in his narrative, The Histories,
that the equestrian Scythians worshiped a divinity equivalent to Ares from
Greek mythology and even treated him as a special deity. But unlike other
gods for whom they built altars, the Scythians worshiped Ares through his
symbol -- the sword stabbed into the earth!"

The golden sword easily slashed the dark gray knights to pieces.
The spell words' blades sliced helmets in half and pierced chain mail as
the knights and their horses were noisily shattered into fragments as easily
as glass sculptures.

The fragments disappeared in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the

squadron of knights had its numbers thinned out by half.

Nevertheless, Godou did not feel a sense of victory. Instead, it was

anything but reassuring.

"In addition, Herodotus also recorded this: intermarriage between the

equestrian Scythians and the female warrior tribe gave rise to equestrian
Sarmatia. This nation is precisely the key to how the Black Sea's goddess
and queen of war took on the appearance of Lancelot the knight!"

"No truer words than that! This Knight was once worshiped by the people
as the queen of war!"

Lancelot's forthright admission only served to bring bone-chilling terror. But

Godou could not stop now.
Spreading out the [Sword] in a giant ring shape, Godou surrounded the
remaining half of the knight squadron.

The knight squadron guarding the beautiful war god, was indeed akin to a
dark gray flock of birds of prey. A golden net encircled them, preparing to
down them in one fell swoop. At this moment, Lancelot also chanted spell
words.
"A decree to the valorous knights. Falter not, fear not. For you are all
knights, undaunted and unrelenting. You are only permitted to advance.
Forward! Think nothing but charge forth to crush the enemy!"

Then she tossed the iron bow on her back to the sky.
This time, the bow shattered and scattered, its fragments forming dark gray
knights. The newly born knights numbered roughly a hundred. The
squadron of knights whose numbers had been halved, once again
bolstered its ranks!

"Eh, are you actually...!?"

"Hohoho, as befits the one who is Knight's destiny, how observant! Have
you discerned one's intentions?!"

Lancelot had revived the squadron of dark gray knights.

The knights made another charging attack at the encircling net weaved
from the golden sword. Repeating the same scene as before, the knights
were continually slain by the [Sword].

However, Godou trembled in fear once he figured out Lancelot's goal.

'King, this is another tactic used by immortal [Steel]!'

Godou nodded to acknowledge the warning given by Ama no Murakumo

no Tsurugi residing in his right arm.

Lancelot's immortality did not simply manifest itself as the power to turn
into mist. She also held the power to resurrect the minions who served her.

'Undaunted by your spell words, aiming for victory by openly contesting via
frontal charge. Be they snapped or crushed, she polishes and sharpens
these sword blades anew.'

Sounding extremely impressed, the partner's voice was filled with praise
and admiration.

'How befitting of one who shares my origins of [Steel]! Granted, showing

off little tricks for running away was never in a sword's nature!'

"I get the principle, but being unable to do anything but react passively is
infuriating!"

Godou remarked with surprise and admiration. This apparently suicidal

tactic, was one which would threaten Godou if repeated enough times, for
the sharpness of the [Sword] would dull after each use.
If it turned into a battle of attrition, the sword would become useless sooner
or later...!
"That Lancelot, is using the weapons and armor on her person as the
materials to create those knights?"

'Hmm, indeed.'
"In that case, whether she uses up her armaments first, or my [Sword]
vanishes first, isn't that the key to victory?"

While the conversation with Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi occurred, the

dark gray knight squadron's numbers were cut down by half again.
This time, Lancelot tossed her quiver into the distance. It contained two
arrows or so, each fitted with an arrowhead of iron. Once again, these
objects shattered and scattered, giving birth to a hundred new knights who
regrouped with the squadron again. In Godou's past battles, there had
been other gods who had countered the [Sword]--

But the way Lancelot achieved it through this foolishly straightforward and
simple manner was something new.

"So, Kusanagi Godou. Are you enjoying this spectacular battle!?"

"Give me a break! As if anyone would enjoy this annoying battle of

attrition!"

Contradicting his words, Godou's lips were smiling savagely.

Very well then. Since you are replenishing your knights over there, I will
chant spell words to sustain the [Sword]'s power as much as possible!

"The Sauromatae were later known as the Sarmatians. They initiated a

conflict with their kin, the Scythians, and obtained victory. Both the
Scythians and the Sarmatians were equestrian tribes. However, the
Sarmatian's heavy arms and sturdy iron armor allowed them to crush the
lightly armed Scythians!"
"Hmm. Using even sturdier steel was the style of the Sarmatians, for it was
the victory of their predecessors!"

Flying all over the sky, the [Sword] formed a golden net of encirclement.
Surrounded, the dark gray knights prepared for a defensive battle to the
death.

This was the beginning of a foreseeable battle of attrition. Using the

greaves and gauntlets from her arms and legs as materials, Lancelot
created knights once again. In opposition, Godou also weaved more spell
words together.
"The Sarmatians in the myths, were also a nation which inherited the
customs of female warriors. It was said that the women of Sarmatia were
well trained in martial arts, and prohibited from marriage unless they
gained the experience of killing a man!"

Godou wished to strike at Lancelot herself while the [Sword] was still
sharp.
With this intention, Godou controlled the spell words. However, the
decimated squadron of dark gray knights continued to guard her with their
lives, preventing Godou's [Sword] from reaching her.

Lancelot proceeded to toss away her helmet to replenish her knights.

"The kings and queens spoken of in the myths are equivalent to 'gods.'
Your past identity as the queen of the Amazons, as either Hippolyta,
Penthesilea, or Antiope... Was a goddess as Ares' daughter. Hence, you,
as a goddess, must have inherited the female warrior customs of the
Sarmatians!"

The [Sword]'s overwhelming advantage against the knights was gradually

eroding.

The knights who were destroyed in the beginning simply by being struck by
the golden spheres of light, were now offering continued resistance. Soon
after, the situation evolved into a stalemate.
In a direct confrontation, the [Sword] and the knights were mutually
annihilating.

This was because the [Sword] was becoming rather blunt. Lancelot began
to smile with a chuckle.

Other than the divine lance in her hand, her only remaining armament was
her chain mail. Immediately, the chain links constituting this piece of
defensive gear also shattered and scattered in the surroundings.
The numerous chain links turned into dark gray knights as her final
reinforcements.

"Go forth, knights of the wilderness! Become this Knight's second lance, to
vanquish Kusanagi Godou!"
The queen issued her orders.
The gray knights arranged themselves in a spindle-shaped formation in the
air. She must have judged the encircling net of the [Sword]'s spell words to
be breachable at this juncture.

Godou's breathing quickened. Now was the decisive moment for victory.

Acting passive will lead to defeat. He must switch to offense instead!

"Due to becoming soldiers of the Roman Empire, the Sarmatians and their
culture were spread all over Europe. During that time period, you must
have been known as the goddess of [Steel], the queen of the Amazons!"

Chanting spell words, Godou transmitted his thoughts to the remaining

portions of the [Sword].

Gather together. Do not fight while scattered in the sky like stars at night.

Concentrate in one location to create an organism. Yes, faced with the

knights who serve Lancelot, fight them like a ferocious beast!

"It was during an age when the heavy cavalry culture of Sarmatian origin
was transforming into medieval European chivalry. Nevertheless, Sarmatia
fell into ruin and its culture changed. In stark contrast to the flourishing of
the majestic 'knight' on the battlefield, the names and myths of the
Amazonian queens gradually entered obscurity!"
Thousands of flashes of light gathered to create a golden outline.

This could be compared to the light of a galaxy. A shining nebula

illuminating the darkness of space. Concentrating light together to become
mighty power, to pave the road to victory--

"Before she knew it, the goddess as the Sarmatian queen of war was
wrapped in heavy armor, becoming Lancelot the god of knights.
Consequently, she carried a sense of insanity and savagery unsuited to a
knight's nature... Nevertheless, she was still the ultimate knight closer to
the primitive source than anyone else!"

Manifesting over Godou's head was a [Snake]-shaped nebula shining with

golden brilliance.
The form of a massive and slender [Snake] composed of thousands or
even tens of thousands of light spheres. The head portion was an inflated
oval shape, which proceeded to split open as if opening its jaws.

For convenience in battle, Godou had ordered the [Sword] to take the form
of a living organism.

In the likeness of a divine beast, as a symbol in tribute to the goddess who

had passed away due to the involvement of Lancelot.

"Hohoho. Are you going to challenge the dragon-slaying and

snake-slaughtering war god with such a formation, god-slayer!?"
Glancing at the golden [Snake], Lancelot laughed heartily.

Rather than a mocking laugh, there was an authentic sense of exhilaration.

It was the sound of someone who enjoyed battle from the depths of their
hearts.

"This mettle of yours in bringing such elegance to the battlefield, truly

caters considerably to this Knight's liking. True to form, dear sir is precisely
the great opponent one had always sought! You are the man of destiny to
whom this Knight offers absolute adoration!"
Queen Lancelot raised the lance in her hand towards the sky.
"Since dear sir has entrusted your destiny to the shadow of Athena, this
Knight shall reminisce the divine splendor of the master of old, to display
the unyielding might of the man who once stood as the one bearing
overwhelming strength!"

The lance tip shined with platinum brilliance. Excalibur was the name of its
blade. This divine sword had been swung in the past for the sake of world
salvation, by the hero who became the source of King Arthur's legend.

"O Divine Sword of Salvation, steel slices apart the planets! Lend power to
this Knight!"

The platinum-colored star suddenly manifested behind Lancelot and the

knight squadron.
Its size and brilliance made it seem like a second sun had descended upon
the earth. The destructive power of this star, capable of firing blades, was
no joking matter.
Godou found it difficult to breathe as he directly faced the brilliance of the
burning white star.
His [Sword] could not defend against that divine sword. How could he
escape this desperate plight--!?

Part 3
In the middle of the sky, the flying squadron of knights was facing off
against the golden snake.

Arranged in a spindle formation, the remaining gray knights roughly

numbered a hundred. In opposition to them was the forty or fifty-meter-long
snake. The [Sword]'s spell words had concentrated together to take on the
form of a snake.

Focusing her gaze on her subordinates' formation, Queen Lancelot lifted

divine lance Excalibur.

The white star gradually approached the beautiful war god's back.

"Finally time for the ultimate weapon to be used, eh..."

Riding on the deck of the magically-operated sailing ship, Erica gasped.

Standing upright on the prow, Godou was controlling the [Snake] as he
focused his gaze on Lancelot and the white star. Erica, Yuri and Liliana
were all on standby in the back of the ship in case of any emergencies.

Come to think of it, Lancelot turned out to be unexpectedly adept in

tactics...

Erica frowned. Lancelot had repeatedly employed a foolish suicidal tactic

while cautiously cherishing the ultimate weapon. This was done in
preparation for the opportune moment to crush Godou in one fell swoop
using her subordinate knight squadron and Excalibur in concert. Evidently,
she was no simple berserker.
Originally, her true talents should lie in charging without distraction at full
speed and maximum strength.
However, at some point in time she had become a sage who could calmly
analyze the battle situation while fighting at full power.
Godou most likely thought the same. He was savagely smiling as he
focused his sharp gaze on Lancelot hovering in midair. In order not to lose
against these odds stacked against him, he was burning with battle spirit.

If Erica and the girls failed to assist him in a time of need like now, their
existence would be meaningless.

"For Godou to defend against Excalibur, he must switch from the [Warrior]
to a different incarnation. But while Sir Lancelot's knight squadron
continues to exist, the [Sword] should still be needed. So let us protect him
with our power."

"That goes without saying. Is that not the reason why we are here?"
Liliana immediately responded to Erica's call. As expected of the longtime
friend and rival.

If the squadron of dark gray knights were Lancelot's subjects, then the red
and blue knights were Godou's sword and shield. Erica and Liliana
summoned their magic swords at once.

The steel of the lion, Cuore di Leone, and the steel of the master musician,
Il Maestro.

The former was a great sword of heavy construction, while the latter was a
glaive consisting of a blade fitted on the tip of a long shaft.

"Divine Sword of Salvation... The steel whose remains Guinevere-sama

had taken and reawakened--"
At this time, Yuri murmured as she looked up towards Lancelot and the
divine lance.

"Erica-san and Liliana-san. I have seen the magical 'pathway' connecting

Sir Lancelot to the divine lance. I think if it can be severed, Sir will no
longer be able to use Excalibur."

"As expected. Did you see it through spirit vision?"

"However, it's unfortunate that we two cannot see that pathway ourselves.
Anyway, without Yuri's spirit vision it can't be done with certainty..."
Liliana praised in admiration while Erica tried to come up with a plan.
Even though Yuri was a rare world-class user of spirit vision, she was no
expert in weapons or magical combat. Those were the responsibilities of
the knights themselves.

Nevertheless, the Japanese Hime-Miko tensed her beautiful face and

spoke with determination:

"No problem. Please leave it all to me."

Come to think of it, there was a similar situation once. At that time, indeed--

Realizing something, Erica nodded at Yuri.

"I recall the Princess definitely said something about wanting to instruct
you. So, Yuri, you have already..."

"Yes. It was during the journey to unravel the mystery of Sir Lancelot.
Since I possessed the disposition towards learning this type of ability, I
received instruction on it. Even though I am still a novice, I still believe I
can be of help to everyone!"

Just as Yuri declared so, a transformation immediately occurred.

The Yamato Nadeshiko originally had black lustrous hair strongly tinted a
shade of brown. Now on top of that, a layer of faint luster appeared,
causing it to shine with flaxen-colored light. Furthermore, her pupils
became the color of glass.
In addition, a sacred aura was emanating from Yuri.

The only miko who gave off the same presence was Princess Alice and no
other. The White Princess' most prided ability of psychic sensing. In actual
fact, users of psychic sensing were extremely rare, roughly with the same
scarcity as Ena's divine possession. Nevertheless, it was a power that Yuri
had once used before.
"I see. In order for her to use it without Verethragna's [Protection], the
Princess instructed Mariya Yuri after discovering her disposition--!"

Liliana also realized the situation and nodded.

"Yes. Please extend your hand forward, Erica-san and Liliana-san. Unlike
the Princess, I cannot do it without direct tactile contact."

Yuri held out her hands, holding Erica's right hand and Liliana's left.
Erica could feel her heart entering contact with another. It was the same
feeling she had during the battle against the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.
The psychic connection with Yuri had begun.

Erica could feel a scorching sensation in the back of her eyes. Liliana
should be feeling the same thing.

"Through this power of mine, I will entrust every image I saw to you two.
Please make the most of it."

Murmuring, Yuri collapsed as if she were anemic.

This resulted from her use of an unaccustomed spirit power, as well as the
burden of dividing her magical power into two and sending each half into
Erica and Liliana's bodies respectively.

Erica felt the energy center beneath her navel brimming with magical
power and gently caressed her abdomen.

"Ah yes. Please allow me to do that. You should rest properly now."

"T-The rest is up to you two. I wish you victory--"

Yuri answered weakly in response to Liliana's invocation.

"If we do not get fired up and put on a good show, we are unworthy as
women. Erica."

"That goes without saying. We must fight for Yuri's part as well, Lily."

The red and blue knights nodded to each other. The decisive battle in the
sky had already begun.
The knight squadron in spindle formation charged dauntlessly at the
serpentine [Sword]. It was a legendary scene evocative of Ragnarok.
In any case, the monstrous snake of light was having a frontal battle with
the squadron of knights in the air.
Flying across the sky in waves, hundreds of knights were laying siege to
the giant body of the snake.

The snake of light rapidly ascended with speed incommensurate with its
massive size, trying to create distance. Knights followed in hot pursuit,
trying to pierce it with their lances. At this time, the snake of light whipped
its long and slender body to strike at the approaching knights.

Their armor shattered instantly, their horses sent flying, these knights
disappeared in such a manner.
However, the remaining knights stabbed their lances into the snake of light
and then drew back immediately -- they were fighting with everything they
had, and using guerrilla tactics to pin down the snake.

Furthermore, it was not merely a battle between subordinates. Lancelot

herself finally sprang into action.

Pointing the tip of the divine lance at Kusanagi Godou standing on the
prow, the queen soaring on her divine mount gave majestic orders for
attack.

In that very instant, the white star hovering in the sky above began to flash
with brilliance.

--It's coming! Just as Erica became certain, Liliana swiftly called out:

"There is no time left to defend! Help me take flight!"

A hasty order. Nevertheless, it was sufficient for her longtime friend Erica
to understand.

She selected the appropriate spell words to assist the witchcraft Liliana
was planning to use.
"O Artemis! I beseech you to bless one who is female with the power of
wings!"
"Once again I offer my prayers! Please bestow upon us the privilege to fly
across the sky!"

Liliana chanted the spell words and crouched down.

Striking her hand against the ship's deck, she activated her skilled flight
magic. In the past, she only used to it to carry multiple people at once, but
this time was different. Having received Yuri's magical power and Erica's
assistance, she was able to produce much more powerful lift than usual--

What Guinevere had summoned, was this sailing ship which had been
transporting Godou and his group.

Liliana's flight magic now levitated this ship. In the instant the entire ship
was surrounded by blue light, the white star released a flash of lightning.

This was the hammer of god for incinerating all existence upon this ocean.

Just as the ship was inches away from being engulfed by this attack, it
moved, relying on Liliana's flight magic. Surrounded by blue light, the
sailing ship shot forward in a straight line, towards the Floating Island
ahead. Furthermore, they barely managed to evade the lightning of
annihilation.
On the other hand, this forced manner of transport half wrecked the ship.

The sailing ship now lay on the shore of the Floating Island -- or rather, the
ship had crashed its prow, sending timber flying. Standing on the deck,
Erica, Liliana and Godou lost balance from the intense rocking while the
unconscious Yuri continued to lie motionless.

"Sorry for the sudden movement. I could not think of any other means to
escape Excalibur's attack."
"What are you talking about? It's thanks to you that we're saved, thanks!"

Godou replied to Liliana's apology with smiling thanks.

Nevertheless, this was only an emergency maneuver. If they tried to evade

in the same manner again, Lancelot would probably calmly destroy the
ship using Excalibur.

"Godou, leave Excalibur for Lily and me to handle. You should focus your
concentration on using the [Sword]. Your first priority is Sir Lancelot's
squadron of knights."
Erica spoke without hesitation, assigning roles and duties in a clear-cut
fashion. It was the same strategy that had been used against the Great
Sage Equaling Heaven last time.
"But Lancelot is not that easy to handle! Are you sure you two can keep
things under control?"
"Of course, it would be impossible for us to stop Sir Lancelot. However, if
it's just Excalibur, I think we have a way. Yuri saw it just now with spirit
vision. That weapon over there is very unstable."

In that case, it was enough.

Realizing Erica's intentions, Godou turned around towards the sea,

focusing his gaze on the legendary battle in midair between the flying
squad of knights and the great serpent of light. He intended to concentrate
on controlling the [Sword].
Furthermore, a lone knight was flying towards the Floating Island. Wielding
the divine lance Excalibur, it was Queen Lancelot in all her splendorous
beauty.

Now was the exact time to release the trump card. Erica was first to begin
chanting.

"And seven priests bearing seven trumpets of rams' horns before the ark of
the Lord went on continually, and blew with the trumpets: and the armed
men went before them!"[2]

Smiting. These were the spell words for acquiring the Privilege of
Extermination.

"They compassed the city seven times. And it came to pass at the seventh
time, when the priests blew with the trumpets, Joshua said unto the
people, Shout; for the Lord hath given you the city. And they utterly
destroyed all that was in the city, both man and woman, young and old,
and ox, and sheep, and ass, with the edge of the sword"[3]

Red light surrounded Erica.

The chanting continued for the purpose of converting this luminance into
the curse of sacred slaughter.
"Cursed before the Lord is the one who undertakes to rebuild this city,
Jericho: At the cost of his firstborn son he will lay its foundations; at the
cost of his youngest he will set up its gates."[4]

Thanks to receiving Yuri's magical power, the technique was much easier
to control in comparison to last time.
Erica infused the Privilege of Extermination into her beloved sword, Cuore
di Leone. Furthermore, she manifested her defensive gear in the form of
chain mail, a helmet and a large round shield.

The red exterminator had arrived. Naturally, Liliana was next.

"And they warred against the Midianites, as the Lord commanded Moses;
and they slew all the males. And they slew the kings of Midian, beside the
rest of them that were slain; namely, Evi, and Rekem, and Zur, and Hur,
and Reba, five kings of Midian!"[5]

Her silver-haired ponytail swayed as she chanted spell words.

"And the children of Israel took all the women of Midian captives, and their
little ones, and took the spoil of all their cattle, and all their flocks, and all
their goods. And they burnt all their cities wherein they dwelt, and all their
goodly castles, with fire!"[6]

What surrounded Liliana was blue light, obviously.

She must have secretly studied the spell laboriously. Executing the
technique with much greater fluency than before, she poured power into
the blue light. Naturally, Yuri's assistance also played a major role.
"And they took all the spoil, and all the prey, both of men and of beasts.
And they brought the captives, and the prey, and the spoil, unto Moses."[7]

Liliana used the Privilege of Extermination to alter Il Maestro's form.

The glaive with the long shaft was transformed into a silver longbow. In
addition, her choice of defensive gear was much lighter than Erica's,
consisting of blue gauntlets, greaves and a breastplate of light steel. This
appeared to be battle attire geared towards Liliana's strengths in speed
and agility.

"First, I will shoot down Excalibur with my arrow. Then Erica, sever the link
between the divine sword and Sir Lancelot!"

Issuing orders, Liliana's pupils became the color of glass.

This must have been the result of receiving the images from spirit vision
through Yuri's psychic sensing.
"Yes, if there are no exceptions amongst the gods, we can be fairly certain
Sir Lancelot would be uninterested in us humans. Strike there with the
sacred Privilege of Extermination -- !"

Nodding in response. Erica's own pupils were probably the same color.

For the sake of Yuri who had entrusted this power to them, victory must be
seized.

Part 4
"Hohoho, the spell words for slaying gods... A rather excellent weapon it
may be, nevertheless, it seems slightly inadequate before this Knight's
weapon."

Finally breaching the defensive line held by the [Snake], she smiled as she
offered praise--

Spurring the flying divine horse, Lancelot was approaching Godou's

position. Rather than going at maximum speed like lightning, she was
riding at a leisurely trot.

However, this act definitely did not carry arrogance or careless

underestimation of the enemy.

The horse was an animal unable to sustain a full gallop for long periods of
time. Judicious use of full speed was part of a rider's skill. Whether in the
context of ancient cavalry battles or modern racehorses, this point has
never changed. It was imperative to properly judge when to gallop at full
speed.

Standing on the prow of the half-wrecked ship, Godou looked up at the

formidable foe in the sky.

Having removed all steel from her body, the war god exhibited her original
bare skin. She was currently dressed in sheer fabric no different from
underwear or a swimsuit, most likely offering no protection.

Wielded in her right hand was the divine lance Excalibur. Its tip shone with
platinum brilliance, guiding the white star.
The divine artifact known as the embodiment of destruction which could
slice apart heaven, earth and the planets--
"If dear sir cannot pull out a weapon surpassing this, the battle is over.
Truly what a shame it would be. Nevertheless, this Knight firmly believes
such is not the case. Dear sir is surely the man who shall respond to one's
hopes!"

"Yeah. It feels like such a hassle, but I will try as hard as I can."

Godou grumbled as he called out in his mind. Come quick!

"But you have overlooked something. Up until now, your defense was
perfect because of the knight formation around you... But aren't you wide
open now?"
"Oh... This Knight!?"

Immediately after Godou hollered, Lancelot became aware of the attack.

Glancing into the distance above her, she frowned. Riding her divine
horse, she made a leap backwards.

Two seconds later, at the location the war god and her horse had been
occupying, a great splendorous golden serpent -- Godou's [Sword] passed
through. Rather than attacking the knight squadron, Godou had issued
orders to snipe the leader.

Naturally, Godou did not expect this sort of ambush to defeat Lancelot
directly.

It was only meant for containment. In addition, it was for buying himself
time to move. Godou decisively jumped into the sea from the prow. If he
fell straight down like this, he would have no choice but to swim.

But before Godou hit the water, the golden [Snake] swiftly flew down below
him.

Godou barely managed to land on the head of the giant [Snake].

From the feeling beneath his feet, it was like landing on a hard and solid
surface. Riding the [Snake] in this manner, Godou ascended. The
[Sword]'s spell words could be used in such a way because of their ability
to manifest as a real sword.
Having mounted the [Snake]'s head, Godou turned his gaze to the
squadron of dark gray knights.
Maintaining a spindle formation, the knights moved like a flock of birds of
prey. As expected, they were flying here to pursue the [Snake] which had
disappeared from before them.

"Attack that fellow's back! Strike from behind!"

Godou gave orders to the [Snake].
The snake undulated its body in response. As the
several-dozen-meter-long [Sword] began to rise rapidly, Godou lay down
prone and hugged the [Snake]'s head tightly.

His entire body could feel that distinct touch of the [Sword] he had felt in
his hand so many times before.

Compared to metal, it felt more similar to stone. Since it was not meant to
carry passengers, he had to grip with all his might to avoid falling off.

The snake continued to fly at high speed, subjecting him to horrifying wind
pressure.

Godou's head, shoulder, arms and back were being struck by masses of
air as he endured the heavy pressure. Even so, he did not fall off, perhaps
because the [Sword] protected him.

Regardless, the [Snake] moved according to Godou's orders.

The squadron of knights in spindle formation -- was the target as the snake
flew rapidly to devour the remaining knights. In response, the knights
forcibly switched directions in an effort to pierce the [Snake]'s tail with their
lances.
In any case, both sides were trying to catch each other's tails.

On one side was the snake of light, and on the other, the spindle shaped
squadron of knights. But from a distance, it looked like two flying serpents
trying to swallow each other's tail, tracing out a ring shape in the air.

Godou glanced down below.

On the nearby sea surface, Lancelot was pointing her lance tip at him,
targeting Kusanagi Godou as he rode the [Snake]'s head.

"Well, this is turning out to be endless repetition..."

At the moment, Godou and Lancelot's subordinates were entangled in

mutual pursuit. If Lancelot used Excalibur to attack recklessly, her
irreplaceable companions would likely be caught up in the attack--
But this type of worry most likely never crossed Lancelot's mind.
Because she was the knight able to use the mind's eye to see through
divine speed.
Hence, Godou did not expect her to hesitate. On the other hand, he was
expecting something else while he prepared a splendid finishing blow for
Lancelot. If Erica and Liliana successfully find an opening, it should be
possible--

"O Blade which destroys heaven, earth, and the stars. In place of your
proper master, this Knight is your current wielder. Exhibit sacred
annihilation and slaughter!"
As expected, Lancelot fearlessly chanted spell words. In order to strike a
blow using Excalibur.

The white star released lightning which would probably destroy Godou and
the [Snake] alone while avoiding the dark gray knights. However, if it was
those two girls, definitely...!

"Manifesting justice in this world through these spell words of mine! Divine
might indeed resides in my oratory incantation!"

Godou chanted the spell words in firm belief. Rather than defend against
Excalibur's attack, he infused the snake-shaped [Sword] with the maximum
amount of magical power, for the purpose of obliterating Lancelot's
squadron of knights.
"O Sword, shine with brilliance for the sake of my victory and justice!"
"O Sword, manifesting the light of salvation, bring balance to this world!"

God-slayer and war god chanted and immediately, several completely

different things happened at the same time.
First was Excalibur whose lance tip was thrust forwards, causing the star of
the white sword to release lightning.

Next, a flashing arrow of blue light was shot from the sailing ship,
splendidly striking the tip of the divine lance. This resulted in the divine
lance tip's deflection by a few dozen centimeters.
Furthermore, Godou had infused the [Snake] with abundant magical
power.
The snake of light instantly accelerated in pursuit of the squadron of dark
gray knights, devouring them from behind, tearing apart the spindle
formation.

Lightning came attacking from Excalibur, but its trajectory had been
perturbed greatly.

The light which should have pierced Godou and the [Sword] like a thread
through the head of a needle, the divine lighting of destruction passed over
Godou's head in the distance instead.

Finally, surrounded in red light, the blonde knight flew in the air like a
comet.
Swinging the magic sword of the lion, she sliced through empty space.
This void was located right in between Lancelot du Lac and the divine
lance Excalibur that she was wielding.

Erica should have simply sliced through air, but a cataclysmic change
came over Excalibur.

The lance's shaft gave off platinum-colored sparks as it jumped out from
Lancelot's hand as if rejecting her, falling into the sea below.

All thanks to Erica, Yuri and Liliana's full efforts, Godou was saved.

Since the [Snake] had greatly weakened after the devastating strike
against the squadron of dark gray knights, Godou ordered it to return to the
Floating Island. The sword blades had been reduced greatly, both in
number and sharpness, so it was best to stop fighting in the air.

Godou once again landed on the shore of the Floating Island.

By this time, the [Snake]'s length was down to ten meters or so. Godou
released the snake shape and allowed it to return to its original form of
spheres. Thirty or forty spheres of light were shining as they hovered over
Godou's head.

"It's called Excalibur, right? That lance doesn't seem like it can be used
any further."
"Hmm. It was dear sir's subordinates' doing."

Spurring the white divine horse to fly in approach, Lancelot responded to

Godou.
The divine lance with the platinum blade had disappeared from her hands.
However, the war god and the warrior queen of equestrian tribes seemed
to be smiling with joy.

"Indeed because of this, only the beloved horse remains by this Knight's
side. Even as a horse, this is the premier vassal who overcame
innumerable battlefields alongside this Knight, and no less worthy than
those subordinates who serve dear sir."

"They're not subordinates. Those girls are my important companions."

"Hohoho, what a subtle manner of calling them. In that case, allow this
Knight to correct oneself. This divine horse is one's irreplaceable dear
friend. Even intimate as one's bond with dear sir may be, it cannot surpass
that between Knight and steed. Now is the time for the final conclusion!"

A cavalry lance suddenly manifested in Lancelot's hand.

This was the weapon she had also used during the battle against Athena.
She must have saved it expressly instead of turning it into knights. Yes, for
the sake of delivering the final blow.
"Yeah, got it -- that's all I want to say. I've already seen how terrifying that
thing can be. The attack that even Athena could not stop. It's finally time
for me to experience it for myself!"

Saying that, Godou issued attacking orders to the [Sword].

The blades of spell words hovering over him began rushing towards
Lancelot. There was no longer any steel protecting her body. Neither was
there any squadron of dark gray knights for defense -- however.

"Do not sound so cold and distant. This Knight truly wishes for dear sir to
endure against one's full powered charge at maximum speed. Given this
mist of one's immortality... Even dear sir's [Sword] will be unable to slice
through. Prepare yourself well."

Lancelot's figure disappeared as the Floating Island was covered by thick

mist.
Visibility became so low that it was impossible to see a few meters ahead.
However, Godou recalled the previous battle and focused his mind on
finding Lancelot's presence... She's there, attack with the [Sword]
immediately!
Nevertheless, there was no reaction and it seemed like nothing had been
cut.
"Hoho, this mist is a blessing this Knight borrowed from one's great
grandmother and water goddess. The spell words for cutting Lancelot du
Lac will not work against it. There is nothing you can do but prepare for
one's return!"

Her voice sounded as if she was smiling.

Godou understood. This was similar to the time when he had been unable
to sever Medusa's divine power. Due to defense from a different deity's
power, the [Sword] was rendered ineffective.
Lancelot did not make a further sound. She must be charging up for a full
gallop.

"Well, I knew this was gonna happen."

Muttering to himself, Godou took a deep breath.

Last time, in order to resist Lancelot's Excalibur, Godou had relied on

Athena to create the blade that could open up heaven and earth. Both
sides had been using borrowed power.
In their next duel perhaps, that should not be repeated--

That was what Godou could not help but wish for. Neither Lancelot nor
Kusanagi Godou were the type to enjoy a battle undertaken with borrowed
power.

"As the one who holds all victory in my hands, I am the strongest... All
enemies, all who harbor enmity will be vanquished!"

Standing surrounded by the mist, Godou chanted the sacred verses of

Verethragna to raise magical power.

With the [Sword] no longer needed, Godou decided to use a different

power. That said, which incarnation should he use? In actual fact, Lancelot
was not a perpetrator of sinful crimes or the like and therefore not a target
of the [White Stallion] or the [Goat].
What could he use to strike down the lightning comet...

No other way. At a time like this, only that guy could be used after all.
Godou drew a certain image in his mind. Having done that, a certain
incarnation could now be released at will. However, would that guy's power
alone be enough to defeat Lancelot's galloping charge...?

As he pondered, Godou heard a soft voice saying "Let me participate as

well."

Godou immediately nodded. If the enemy was going full speed at

maximum power, he had to respond with full force in turn!

Then he waited. Seconds, minutes, or even dozens of minutes passed.

Even though the passage of time was unclear, the mist finally cleared up
after a long wait.

However, the sky was not clear. Black thunderclouds filled the sky above.
These had been summoned by Lancelot for the sake of gathering the
essence of lightning.

"This Knight is Lancelot du Lac indeed. Commonly known as the Knight of

the Lake. This Knight infuses this lance with all of one's authority and spirit,
charge forth! Kusanagi Godou, dear sir shall gamble everything to stop this
Knight!"
Carrying these fierce words, a white light began to shine amidst the
thunderclouds.

Immediately, the knight flew out at lightning speed with meteoric

destructive power.
Her skin clad only in sheer fabric, the beautiful war god Lancelot was
charging with a cavalry lance--

And then, Godou unleashed Verethragna's fifth incarnation, the [Boar].

"The one unblunted and unapproachable! Oath-breaking sinners be

purged by the iron hammer of justice!"
The one most capable of charging with astounding force and embodying
tyranny itself, the incarnation of destruction.
The black [Boar] flew out from the sea like a torpedo, rushing towards
Lancelot and the divine horse.

It was a frontal clash between the white meteor and the black gigantic
beast.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!
The [Boar]'s ferocious howls reverberated across the ocean. Nevertheless,
even if this intimidating creature was a sacred beast, it was merely a wild
animal by itself. Facing against the lance-wielding war god, having a
weapon was imperative.

Hence, Godou continued chanting spell words.

"It was here at this place, that Susanoo led a thousand unruly deities in
rebellion."

These were the sacred verses of Susanoo. The song for summoning the
partner residing in his right arm.

"A thousand swords standing upon the earth, used as city walls to defend
against the enemies."

Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi was used to absorb Godou's authority, in

order to produce a newly synthesized power.

Combining with Verethragna's [Goat] allowed the use of a railgun while

adding the [Warrior] made it possible to damage a divine artifact. And this
time was a combination with the [Boar], naturally.

'Here! Namely, the Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi! The steel that breaks a
thousand blades!'
The divine sword Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi announced its name with
a thunderous voice resounding throughout the vicinity.

The divine sword's power was applied towards the furry hide which
covered the [Boar]'s musculature.

The shiny fur instantly changed in nature, producing a body forged from
jet-black [Steel]. This was no longer fur but armor.

In addition, the two long tusks that protruded from the corners of the boar's
mouth had been converted into sharpened blades.
Like lances for penetrating all existence. The amalgamation of Ama no
Murakumo no Tsurugi and the [Boar], was an incarnation of the divine
sword in boar's form.
'Hahahahaha! War god Lancelot, as fellow [Steel] originating from the most
primitive source, I announce my arrival! Try stopping these great swords of
ours!'

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!

Ama no Murakumo and the [Boar] seemed to be in exceptionally high

spirits.

Like fish in water, they ascended rapidly like a torpedo shot from a
submerged submarine, clashing intensely with the white meteor.

"Hoo... Most befitting of this Knight's destined one! Such power, such
intensity, one can hardly bear it!"

Lancelot spoke softly, licking her lips.

Enveloped in white lightning, she and her beloved horse were descending
swiftly towards the little island in Tokyo Bay. Halting their descent, was of
course, the black metallic [Boar].

Using her beautiful right arm, Lancelot made a thrust with her cavalry
lance. The [Boar] blocked the blade with its snout. Having been turned into
steel, it was not sliced apart.
Equally matched, neither could gain the upper hand.

The war god in rapid descent from the sky, and the black metallic beast
flying out from the sea to block her path.

The two's violent clash swung alternately in each other's favor. However--

The balance was slowly eroding. Gradually, the white master and
subordinate were gaining ground.

The [Boar]'s position reached a peak and began to be pushed down as

Lancelot and the divine horse advanced towards the ground.

The beautiful war deity did not seem to possess any flashy authorities and
existed purely as an especially powerful charging knight. So it turned out
even the [Boar] could not keep up with someone who specialized purely in
this one attack.
"Hohohoho, Kusanagi Godou, please be patient a little while longer. This
Knight shall be over by your side presently. Accept one's fervent passion
when the time comes, and be annihilated! The time of destiny
approaches!"

Convinced of her victory, Lancelot yelled out from the sky above.
Spoken with passionate tones like a confession of love. Nevertheless,
there was no room for sweet romance to blossom between Godou and her.
If the [Boar] were to be blown away, Kusanagi Godou would be wiped off
the face of the earth...!

Godou infused all his magical power into the black gigantic beast.

Not good enough. Power should have been increased, but it was not
sufficient to reverse Lancelot's descent. This level of power was nowhere
enough.

What about a surprise attack? The [Boar] had two tusks growing out of its
mouth like spears. Without warning, one of them was shot out as a long
range weapon to send Lancelot flying. It's going to hit -- that was what it
seemed like.

However, Lancelot and the divine horse managed to dodge the sharp
tusk's surprise attack. Against a user of the mind's eye who could even
discern divine speed, it was too reckless even as a surprise attack. It would
be bad if the situation remained unchanged...!

Godou watched with anxious eyes as the battle between black and white
continued in the air.

"Lancelot currently holds the advantage... However, there still seems to be

some leeway for a reversal. Kusanagi Godou, if you really wish for it at all
costs, it's not like I can't offer you some help? Even someone like me feels
that it is not a bad idea to have a Campione owe me a favor."

A calm voice was suddenly heard during the intense battle.

A quick glance found Alexandre Gascoigne to be standing somewhere

close without Godou noticing earlier. He must have flown here as lightning
after eliminating Guinevere.
"I refuse. If I owe you a favor, who knows what kind of price I'll have to pay
in the future? If I took that kind of gamble, it would be utter stupidity."

Responding coldly, Godou again focused his gaze at the meteor in the sky.
Concealing his anxiety, he glared sharply at the descent of the goddess
and the divine horse. Right. In front of this man -- the only man other than
Salvatore Doni who had been able to provoke a sense of hostility from
Kusanagi Godou, he could not allow himself to be embarrassed by a
shameful battle.

This inexplicably intense emotion made Godou burn with great intensity of
will.

Lancelot must be defeated, in order to avenge Athena. But what else could
be done now!?
--Yes. Even in this situation, an effective weapon remained. Ironically, it
was Alec's appearance which reminded him of it.

Godou suppressed the impulse to curse out loud and yelled at the partner
in the air.

"Ama no Murakumo, the horse! Use Gascoigne's thingy!"

The divine sword also possessed the ability to emulate enemy powers.

In the earlier battle against Alec, Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi had

emulated "divine speed" at Godou's behest.

Lancelot would likely defend successfully again if a normal attack was

used. However, if Black Prince Alec's divine speed was used to execute an
attack, perhaps -- !

In response to Godou's orders, the [Boar], assimilated with Ama no

Murakumo no Tsurugi, fired off its tusk.

There were two tusks growing out of the corners of the [Boar]'s mouth.
One had been fired as a weapon just now but was defended against.
Lancelot's divine horse was again approached by a projectile fired at close
range, this time the remaining tusk.

"Hmm -- !?"
The beautiful war god's face turned pale. If the surprise attack had been
aimed at Lancelot directly, she probably would have evaded it using the
mind's eye. However, her beloved horse did not possess such a skill. It
was too late for the rider to give directions for evasion.
Flying with divine speed, the massive tusk struck the white divine horse
squarely. Or rather, the white divine horse was sent flying.

The tusk of steel continued flying towards the distant ends of the sky.
Swept away by this attack, the divine horse disappeared as well.
Furthermore, having lost her mount, Lancelot's white descent was nullified,
and at that moment the black metallic boar came charging--

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

The enormous divine beast crashed straight into Lancelot.

Even the war god was sent flying high into the air as screams reverberated
all around.

The black [Boar] fell back into the sea, tracing out a parabolic trajectory.
The impact created a massive pillar of water, rising almost to the clouds.

Furthermore, Lancelot's body fell down onto the shore of the Floating
Island.

Godou and Alec immediately approached her. Even fallen upon solid rock,
the war deity's gorgeous figure did not lose its form, and continued to
display absolute beauty.
Nevertheless, this did not mean she was unharmed.

Lancelot lay on the ground in that manner, smiling at the god-slayer who
had brought her death -- Kusanagi Godou. Courageously, she said:

"Ho, hohohoho. Truly a wonderful battle. One cannot thank you enough,
god-slayer. Whether Athena or dear sir, both responded splendidly to this
Knight's millennium-long thirst for battle. Ah yes, Gascoigne, even though it
would be nice to fight you after Kusanagi Godou, it looks like such a wish
cannot be realized. This must be fate."

These were Lancelot's final words.

In the next instant, her body turned into stone and immediately crumbled.
Thus vanished a [Heretic God] who had manifested over a thousand five
hundred years ago. Were Lancelot the war god to manifest upon the earth
again, it would most likely be a male knight completely different from her.
Such was the change her myths had undergone.
Such a formidable foe, but she will never be encountered again.

Thinking that, Godou could feel a sense akin to loneliness overflowing in

his chest.
References
1.   ↑   Revelation 2:10
2.   ↑   Joshua 6:13
3.   ↑   Joshua 6:15-16,21
4.   ↑   Joshua 6:26
5.   ↑   Numbers 31:7-8
6.   ↑   Numbers 31:9-10
7.   ↑   Numbers 31:11-12
Epilogue
Part 1
It was after the deadly battle and Lancelot du Lac had passed away.

On the shore of the conspicuous Floating Island, covered with rocks,

Kusanagi Godou and Alexandre Gascoigne stood facing each other.

"Looks like the curse was lifted."

"Pretty much."

Answering Alec's question without paying attention, Godou began to

ponder.

On this occasion, he had made trouble for this guy. The guy was a rather
problematic character, and their temperaments felt strangely incompatible;
nevertheless, Kusanagi Godou's behavior was definitely in the wrong...

Playing dumb and not apologizing was a possible option.

But Godou was not shameless enough to pursue such a course of action.
Instead, he apologized properly.

"I've really troubled you this time. You told me so clearly to act cautiously
and not take rash action, but I added to your woes instead... How should I
say it, I'm really sorry."
Godou bowed his head deeply. Seeing that, the Black Prince smiled with a
toothy sneer.

Was he surprised by Godou's honest apology? Prior to smiling, he had

shown a perplexed expression.

Even though he loved to put on airs, it was very possible that he was quite
a shy person underneath. However--

"Don't be concerned. As I've said, this is all within expectations. I am not

suffering any negative emotions such as anger or the like. But once again,
I have confirmed it, you are truly a Campione."
His words struck Godou exactly where it hurt.
"When encountering other Devil Kings, I have met many similar incidents
in the past. I'm used to this kind of trouble, so you have nothing in
particular worth apologizing for."

"I see. But Gascoigne, I don't consider myself as lacking in common sense
as those guys."

Deliberately trying to maintain calmness in his voice, Godou spoke up.

"Why are you lumping me together indiscriminately with those unruly

existences?"

"No, after calmly observing, I've discovered reasons to group you in the
same category. There's no problem at all. Kusanagi Godou, you should
start considering the problem rationally."

"Consider rationally... Then you're in the same category too."

Replying, Godou somehow felt extremely annoyed by this pretentious man

before him.

These words brought instant effect. Alec frowned as he tried to suppress

his anger.

"Wait a minute, I cannot tolerate such a statement. Let me make a

correction."
"No, Gascoigne. Indeed, other Campiones frequently rampage around
without consideration. Unlike them, you plan strategically and set the stage
beforehand. To be honest, the style might be different -- but then, there's
not much difference in outcome between you and those others who
rampage. In any case, you are all enemies of world peace."

"Shut up. You're the one who hides behind hypocrisy while causing chaos
in the world!"

What on earth was this feeling?

While he carried out this fruitless conversation with Alec, Godou realized
with heartfelt intensity.
There was a faint sense that they were poking at each other's
vulnerabilities, exposing ugly truths each was unwilling to face. Even
though their personalities were completely different, the two of them acted
out according to instinct--
Their conversation was terminated by the sudden feeling of massive
magical power in motion.
Godou and Alec cautiously turned to face the same direction. This Floating
Island was covered with solid black rocks everywhere they could see.
Located in the center of the island was a protrusion of rock like a small hill.
That was precisely the direction.

"Alexandre, Kusanagi-sama, we have a situation!"

Princess Alice was literally flying in the sky. Using the advantage of a spirit
body, she hovered lightly in midair. Pointing at the hill of rock, she said:

"Guinevere-sama has invoked upon herself a revival spell, and her body
has recovered!"

The instant he heard the report, Alec transformed into lightning and flew
over.

Godou on the other hand, was carried by Alice's flight magic. Arriving at
the peak of the hill of rock in this manner, they found a decrepit iron sword
speckled with rust was being thrust.

The sword being thrust towards Alec, was a set of remains known as the
Divine Sword of Salvation.

A young beauty was wielding the rusted steel. That beautiful face,
resembling an antique doll's, was clouded intensely by a dark shadow
heralding her death.

Even so, or rather, because of this, she was muttering as if in a trance:

"O Master -- please watch. Guinevere is about to use the last of her
strength. Sir Knight too, has exhausted his duties as a [Heretic God],
perishing upon the battlefield. We have exhausted all ammunition, our
weapons broken. Hence, we are left with no recourse other than Your
Highness' mercy!"

Naturally, this was Guinevere.

Dead once already, turned into sandy debris, she had apparently used
magic to revive herself. But now, her pubescent body was crumbling into
sand, like the final moments before a sand sculpture's collapse.
"I beseech you, please descend before Guinevere. Before my life ends, I
beg you. At least, even if it is only seeing your divine visage, or hearing
your voice, it would be fine -- !"

Using the decrepit sword for support, the Divine Ancestor prayed. All this
time, the sand grains continued to collapse.

Guinevere gradually dimmed and lost color, turning transparent.

Immediately after that, she disappeared. Even revival magic, which had the
power to extend a dying patient's life, could only sustain the spellcaster's
life for a very limited period of time.
Thus, Alec, Alice and Godou, the three of them gazed at the Divine
Ancestor's passing.
Guinevere desired neither revenge nor battle, but instead wanted to spend
her final moments speaking to the "King of the End" she had sought all this
time. Consequently, she did not even give her enemy a single glance.

From that sense of despair it was readily apparent she was aware of the
futility of her wishful act.

"......"

Alec's lips moved slightly, but Godou could not catch what he was
muttering.

Immediately, a strong gust of sea breeze blew. Completely collapsed into

grains of sand, Guinevere's body was scattered across the sky and the sea
as it rode the wind.

Retrieving the decrepit divine sword, Alec walked down the hill of rock.

Godou tried to ask him what he was muttering about.

"Nothing much. 'Even if you embrace that thing and cry, all will be in vain
so you might as well save the effort' -- was what I was thinking, but I didn't
say it aloud."
"Alexandre, I never knew you could actually show some tact on occasion."

Offering praise in response to Alec's confession was Alice who had known
him for so long.
"How touching! You're always saying insensitive things to hurt girls'
feelings. Now that was acting like a gentleman for once!"

"Please refrain from making comments that make me sound like a person
with sensitivity problems."

Alec responded to the Princess' praise with a face of suffering.

"But isn't it so mean to say all will be in vain? Even Divine Ancestors have
feelings. Perhaps the crying pleas of a past companion might actually
summon sympathies?"

Godou tried to defend Guinevere.

Just very slightly, but Godou felt sympathetic to Guinevere. It was true that
she was a dangerous witch but she did have her own tragic wish,
sacrificing everything she had for the sake of the master she had loved
since her previous incarnation. It should not be wrong to view things this
way.

"Perhaps. If the 'King of the End' also recognizes Guinevere as his own
companion."

"What?"
"While immersed in researching the connections between King Arthur and
the Holy Grail, I discovered a number of trails left behind by the 'King of the
End.' I began to wonder, why would those Divine Ancestors fail to find
them? That said, I do consider myself more skilled in unraveling mysteries
than Guinevere."

Alec shrugged at this point.

"Nevertheless, the Divine Ancestors have immense amounts of time and

magic on their side, as well as knowledge beyond humans. Which is why
they should logically have an edge. However, in the search for the 'King of
the End,' they have lagged behind us humans instead. The Witch of
Sardinia, Lucretia Zola, also discerned that the 'King of the End'
transcended oriental-occidental continental boundaries... Or rather, it
would be better to say that he is closer to an oriental god, and Lucretia has
already grasped clues to a certain extent."

Hearing a familiar name in this unexpected context, Godou was surprised.

"There's also this hypothesis. The 'King of the End' does not actually wish
to be revived. It's as if he was sleeping somewhere and deliberately
ignoring the Divine Ancestors' search, preventing them from obtaining
clues."

"Plausible indeed."
Alice murmured, half-convinced. Godou thought the same. A [Heretic God]
who did not wish to be revived?
"In fact, the reason why I brought the remains of the divine sword to Japan
here, was based on considerations of that possibility. Even if the location
was correct, if the one she sought didn't wish to be found, Guinevere was
still doomed to failure."
"Location was correct? What do you mean?"
Godou questioned Alec's offhand comment. This caused Alec, who was
walking in front, to turn his head back and answer in a matter-of-fact tone
of voice:

"Regardless, the location where the 'King of the End' sleeps definitely
gives rise to legends about warriors and divine swords. Even though this
Floating Island is a trap, it is impossible to believe the legends are false.
Because they are born due to the 'King of the End.' In that case, one would
naturally think there was an authentic Floating Island somewhere in Tokyo
Bay."

Engaged in these conversations, the two Devil Kings and the Princess
reached the foot of the hill of rock.

Receiving them were Kusanagi Godou's companions.

"From your appearance, looks like you haven't been injured much, Godou."

"Safety is more important than anything."

Erica's cheerful words came first while Yuri smiled as she supported
herself on Erica's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Mariya? Did you actually get hurt somewhere?"

"No, just a little tired. Please do not be worried."

The Hime-Miko's face continued to smile as she spoke. Godou felt

concerned because she could not stand up by herself.

Godou gave Erica a quick glance. The blonde girl seemed to saying "She
really is okay" as she laughed to herself. Looks like Mariya really was fine
and not trying to act brave.

As Godou felt reassured, Liliana gave him a subtle smile.

"Congratulations, Kusanagi Godou. You have finally realized your long

time wish."
Godou was bewildered at the congratulations. Then the silver-haired knight
said:
"Have you not noticed? Even though you messed up in all sorts of ways,
no part of Japan was destroyed this time."

"...Ah yeah, now that you mentioned it!"

Godou got it. He had always wished to cause as little trouble to the world
as possible. When fighting gods and Campiones, the surroundings always
suffered tragic destruction and even severe incidents of widespread
petrification on occasion.

Perhaps they were so fortunate this time because the battlefield was in the
center of Tokyo Bay.

What a cause for celebration -- just as Godou was about to leap with joy,
he felt like he had forgotten something.

"What's the matter, Kusanagi-sama?"

"Ah, nothing really. It just feels like I forgot something..."

Just as Godou replied to Alice's puzzlement.

A flash of yellow light approached, flying across the sky. It must be flight
magic. Clearly a witch other than Alice and Liliana. Could it be a Divine
Ancestor?

As Godou signaled through his eyes, Erica and Liliana nodded in

response.

The yellow light landed before the knights on alert. Appearing before them
was a glasses-wearing oriental girl. Even though her face was cute, she
gave off a rather unfashionable impression.

"Alec, what on earth could you be thinking to use that kind of monster...?"

The girl's first words interrogated the Black Prince with nagging tones.
Apparently she was Alec's friend.

"What's the matter, Cecilia?"

"Stop playing dumb. It happened almost ten minutes ago. I, along with
Daoist priests in Chinatown, sensed an object with great magical power
moving underwater near this island. After investigating using the technique
of ghost sight, we discovered a massive gigantic boar monster. Its entire
body is wrapped in black steel..."
Godou was shocked by Cecilia's report.
"Even though the boar's body is covered with wounds, it continues to swim
in the sea. Furthermore, it is advancing towards Yokohama and looking
very excited. At the current rate, it will land at Yokohama in twenty minutes
or so to destroy the city. What is going on...?"

"What makes you think it is my doing?"

"No one but you can command that kind of monster. It is a simple fact."

"Stop with the nonsense. Besides me, there is another person here who is
a candidate as the monster's owner. And in this particular instance, he is
not simply the candidate but the actual proper owner."

Alec protested and turned his sardonic gaze towards Godou. Actually,
other than Cecilia, everyone's gazes had turned to Godou.

Erica went "Well, what an oversight" and shrugged her shoulders.

Yuri was saying "W-What should we do!?" in shock.

As for Liliana, she went "As expected, you really are quite difficult to
manage" and closed her eyes.

"Well, true to form as always, Kusanagi-sama. The future sure feels

exciting!"

For some reason, Alice was the only one who offered praise as if
expressing approval.

"Let me guess, something happened in the following manner?"

Erica began to deduce with an air of superiority.

"Even though you needed the [Boar] in the duel against Sir Lancelot, there
are no massive objects nearby you could target. So Godou began thinking
about things on the shore, to use as a target for destruction in order to
summon the [Boar]. Then the charge began on a trajectory in a collision
course with Sir Lancelot..."
"Well, I was thinking that guy would not have much strength left to go
anywhere after a direct confrontation against Lancelot..."

Godou's face began to twitch. The [Boar] and the divine sword's
partnership turned out to be unexpectedly solid.
"S-So Godou-san, where is the target!?"

"Yokohama... Bay Bridge, because I heard Gascoigne had gone to the

Chinatown over there, I couldn't help but think of that place..."

"Wait a minute, don't blame things on me just like that!"

"A-Anyway, we must contact the Committee's Sayanomiya Kaoru as
quickly as possible to warn them. A-At least there are cellphone antennas
here... Damn it, no good. It is not connecting!"

Godou replied to Yuri's question, Alec grumbled while Liliana frantically

tried to make a call from this remote island far out at sea. The third witch,
Cecilia, muttered "Please seal off the Bay Bridge" as she departed using
flight magic.

"Results show that people do not change their ways so easily. As long as
Godou is involved, extraordinary things will happen."

Erica exclaimed emphatically, unsympathetic to the surrounding

commotion.

Furthermore, there was still another person who did things as she pleased.
Princess Alice.

"By the way, it is rare that Alexandre's aura of misfortune did not activate
this time."
"What aura of misfortune?"

"Whenever he eagerly makes his plans, he easily stumbles over obstacles

due to disputes with women. Unable to understand women's emotions,
obsessions, unconditional love or anything of that sort, he is left with no
choice but to improvise and adjust his plans. But this time, it did not
happen... Somehow, it feels less amusing."
Black Prince Alec clicked his tongue in response to Erica and Alice's
exchange, while Godou did not care.

In any case, the adventure involving Divine Ancestor Guinevere and the
war god Lancelot had finally reached a conclusion.

Part 2
'Queen Oto Tachibana-Hime, jumped into the sea with sword embosomed.
Sea currents carried her sword to a location of neither land nor sea,
whence a floating island subsequently appeared.'

Even though the Heavenly Reverse Halberd was a red herring, if this
legend turned out to be true--

This vague thought crossed the mind of Guinevere's dying consciousness.

Her body had already turned into sand and collapsed, carried by the wind
and scattered over Tokyo Bay.

Life had reached its end, slipping away, in preparation for the next rebirth.
However, some time still remained. As Guinevere drifted over land she had
vague thoughts about matters related to the "King of the End." Having
been through this generation and the previous, both incarnations had
sought the master but had yet to succeed. To one's surprise, a tragic end?

Just as her heart was filled with lamentation, spirit vision arrived.

Due to being in a near death state, spirit senses had probably attained
maximum clarity.

I see it. The master is sleeping at a place with neither land nor sea. Indeed
the location could be seen.

"Alas... It turns out to be there! O Master, king who manifests at the end of
eras! The one called Artos and predecessor of Arthur!"

Guinevere's cries should have been transmitted by now.

Transmitted to the true Floating Island, the location of the hero she had
been seeking all along. Mother earth goddesses who had their lives
extracted by his alter ego the divine sword, were transformed into Divine
Ancestors. In other words, Guinevere and the rest of the Divine Ancestors
were his "sisters" or "daughters" in days past.

Surely, their intimate bond will carry these cries over to him. Nevertheless,
there was no response.
Ignored -- a new sense of despair eroded Guinevere's heart. However, this
despair turned into a dark impulse, giving the dying Witch Queen final
strength.
Even though ignored, even though unwanted. The master must be
awakened no matter what!
"Alter ego of my mother, the Holy Grail and the sacred fountain of life. I
entrust everything to you from here on. Awaken the sleeping master, for
you must make him descend and appear once more!"

The Divine Ancestor was about to die, and would one day be reborn.
However, the next rebirth required centuries.

Guinevere's next life was far away in the future. But in her stead -- she
entrusted her overflowing feelings of longing to the Magic Holy Grail,
instructing it through prayers to lay low in her stronghold of Brittany.
Fortunately, the vessel was still filled with the goddess' essence it had
absorbed not too long ago.

If several centuries were to pass, the essence would probably

metamorphose into a new Divine Ancestor and undergo rebirth. However,
there were already seven god-slayers in this world. In order to defeat them
and revive the apathetic master for another coming, a Divine Ancestor's
power was far too inadequate.

"Hence, O Holy Grail, everything is entrusted to you... Ah yes, you shall

become the new queen."

Guinevere used her last remnants of magical power to perform a

summoning spell.

This manifested a circular disc, made of an alloy of gold and iron. Patterns
reminiscent of [Swords] were carved on its surface, numbering two... No,
three now. As soon as it was summoned, the count had incremented.

"Sir Knight... Lancelot du Lac's steel is now stored here. That's right,
instead of becoming Kusanagi-sama's authority, be the arrow for the
returning 'King of the End'... Please go forth."

Hearing Guinevere's command, the circular disc flew towards the ends of
the sky.
Thus a conclusion was reached. The Witch Queen's consciousness
gradually rarefied and disappeared.

"O Master... O King of the End... Guinevere and Your Highness--"

Her final words were interrupted before she could finish.

Soon after Guinevere vanished.

In her stronghold, a forest in Brittany, two objects appeared.

One was a disc of gold and iron. The other was a golden urn -- the vessel
known as the Holy Grail.
This was the lakeside where the forest's owner and her guardian knight
had conversed in the past. More time passed after the two divine artifacts
manifested.

Slowly, the Holy Grail transformed. What had been an urn made of gold till
now, was gradually undergoing change, acquiring supple flesh like a
human's, taking on human form.

"Yes, to rouse the lethargic hero who sleepeth yonder... That is one's
mission indeed--"

Viewed as a human, she appeared to be twelve or thirteen years of age,

like a pubescent girl.

Her short hair was silver as if infused with moonlight. Her pupils were pitch
black like condensed darkness. The exquisite beauty of her face seemed
child-like yet sacred, and furthermore, emanated a queen's solemnity. Her
entire naked body was filled with power no human girl could ever possess.

"Even though one hath been tasked with this mission, how should one
proceed? Other than that man, within this goddess' heart -- there also
seemeth to be a different man, one whom this goddess must defeat."

Slightly distorting her lips, she bore a smile.

Just by closing her eyes, she could picture the face of the mortal enemy
carved clearly beneath her eyelids. The black-haired youth with black
irises. But surely, he was no ordinary man.
He should possess the ability to make her blood boil with excitement.
Without any grounds, the goddess firmly believed this fact.
"No matter. One still needeth repose for now. In the near future, this
goddess shall begin her journey, to exhibit the queen's valor and ferocity to
heaven and earth. Now let this newborn body rest fitfully..."
The young girl, born from the grail, murmured as she sank into the lake.

In order to cleanse her body and frolic in the lake water--

Meanwhile, back to Bousou again.

In the sky far above the ocean which had twice become the stage for
intense battles. Even higher than the clouds. Further than the atmosphere.
The celestial realm -- or rather, it is a place humans would call a satellite
orbit.

A little island lay there floating.

From the perspective of the ground surface, it appeared motionless all year
round -- what is known as a geostationary orbit. Humans were unaware of
its existence. Even if they knew, they would simply dismiss it as floating
matter in a satellite orbit.
In the center of this cramped plot of land, an iron sword was embedded.

A mighty sword whose blade measured roughly 100cm in length. The

heavy double-edged blade was rather thick, resembling a woodcutter's
chopper in structure. However, it was now worn out and corroded, only
covered by rust.
Divine Sword of Salvation--

The personal sword of the Devil King-exterminating hero, the strongest

[Steel].
Afterword
The Campione series has finally reached the milestone of a double-digit
volume count.

In the supplementary booklet "SDMP" that is bundled with the October

issue of Jump Square sold on September 3, there is even a preview of the
upcoming manga adaptation.
These are all thanks to the loving support of the readers. For this I express
my deepest gratitude to all readers.

Furthermore, this volume has taken the challenge of a cherished NETA in

the industry. The one who inspired me was Rodotosu(ロドトス)-sensei,
thank you very much (laugh). Everyone who is going "What?" because
they started reading from the afterword, please continue reading from the
start.

So, this time our protagonist and that certain problematic character have
finally appeared on stage together.

If one were to write about their similarities from an author's standpoint,

ignoring protests from the perspectives of the characters in question, the
ridiculousness of their personalities and behavior should be even clearer to
understand. After all, since each of the two firmly believes he (and only he)
is serious and proper, so naturally those kinds of ridiculous descriptions
became fewer...
If the page limit allowed it, I would also like to ask that person about the
keyword "Arthur" appearing in this volume and the previous.

"The legends of King Arthur's origins used Celtic myths as an entry point.
But that is just a perspective that disproportionately magnifies one tiny
facet of the truth. If that man's prototype is to be demystified, one must
transcend the limitations of the hero Arthur, and turn one's attention
towards history... Or rather, the formation process of legends or
'pseudohistory.'"
This is just an opening line of sorts, with much more rambling to follow (wry
laugh).
If one day a foreign drama titled "Alec's Adventure Series IV Chapter 12,
The Mystery of Fake King Arthur" is realized, perhaps everyone can listen
to his brilliant opinions.
When that time comes, all sorts of "Da Vinci Code" conspiracies related to
the twelfth century English royal family and French nobles, and even the
troubadours of the Knights Templar will be disclosed.

Finally, the next volume's story should be titled something like "The Story
Continued" or "Second Tale." If possible, let us meet again in Volume 11.

Takedzuki Jou, June 2011

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Credits
Story : Taketsuki Jou
Illustrator : Sikorsky
Translator : zzhk

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