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Little Garden 241-245
🕑 Added 2025-10-22 09:36:25 +0000 UTCTitle: Giving Athena Immense Wealth
“Of course, all of that was just a joke.”
Seeing Algol’s expression shift as she looked at him warily, Aslan waved his hand helplessly.
He naturally understood how troublesome the Sole God Spirit Status was, and with his current relationship with Athena, Aslan wouldn’t genuinely set her up to die.
“You scared AI-chan. AI-chan thought she picked the wrong person again.”
Algol looked at him with satisfaction.
“Truly the person AI-chan chose. Both heart and appearance are beautiful.”
Though her relationship with Athena was poor, she knew she was bound to Aslan in some sense. She had bet everything she had left on him.
With such a huge stake, Algol was also very worried about whether she’d chosen the wrong person.
Even if her relationship with Athena wasn’t good, she’d accept it, turning a blind eye to their current temporary alliance.
Unimportant things, or even things that could embarrass Athena, she’d be delighted to see.
But if he truly set Athena up to die, especially when Athena hadn’t greatly offended Aslan.
Then Algol would have to doubt Aslan’s character.
“I plan to use this world to help Athena deduce the possibility of becoming the Fourth-Generation King of Gods and assist her in completing the Fourth-Generation King of Gods Spirit Status.”
“AI-chan, don’t you think the Trinitarian Athena Spirit Status is a perfect embryo?”
Aslan pinched Athena’s chin, gently wiping off the words he wrote on her face, turning Foolish Adina’s face toward Algol as he spoke.
“Theoretically, Athena only lacks one Authority to become the Fourth-Generation King of Gods.”
“After all, the Trinitarian Goddess Spirit Status itself is majestic. As long as she obtains an Authority symbolizing the King of Gods and alters her fate, she can become the Fourth-Generation King of Gods.”
“That Authority could be the Sky, the Cycle of Life, or Lightning.”
“Of course, it could also be all of them. Who knows, we might create an overpowered Spirit Status.”
“Anyway, it’s not finalized yet, so it’s not much different.”
After all, under the coercion of Saint Seiya’s Athena, Athena had set her Two-Digit path.
Unless she could defeat Saint Seiya’s Athena.
But Little Garden’s Athena likely couldn’t even beat Saint Seiya’s Athena’s reincarnation.
Yes, that’s Sasha, who started with a Lightning Speed Punch.
If she couldn’t beat the reincarnation, let alone the Original Body.
Aslan’s expression gradually turned shameless.
“This kind of Spirit Status change definitely can’t be hidden. Trinitarian Athena involves too many Spirit Statuses. Egypt’s Neith, Babylon’s Inanna…”
“Under others’ pressure, Athena would have to give up this Spirit Status.”
“After all, Athena’s gains are too great. AI-chan is currently sealed by Athena, and Metis’s Spirit Status is likely in Athena’s or Zeus’s hands.”
“So, under the Gods’ pressure, Athena would have to voluntarily release the seal and free you.”
“Then, offense and defense switch. It’ll be Athena begging you to come out…”
Aslan’s voice, like a devil’s whisper, echoed in Algol’s ears.
Imagining Athena humbling herself, admitting her mistakes, and begging her to be released from the seal, Algol felt utterly delighted.
Her breathing couldn’t help but grow heavier.
Her heart stirred. Algol was truly stirred.
This meant she could freely trample Athena’s head and do as she pleased, while Athena could only endure.
Medusa’s Spirit Status was in her hands, and Athena would have to free her to clear suspicions.
But with Athena’s character, she wouldn’t give up a path right before her.
“Ugly woman, this time AI-chan finally has your weakness.”
Algol looked at Aslan with eyes full of appreciation.
“AI-chan admits, you’ve moved AI-chan’s heart.”
“What about you, Foolish Adina, what do you think?”
As he spoke, Aslan lowered his head, looking at the still-hanging Athena. He didn’t need to hide everything he said from her.
For Aslan and the others, everything they said was meant for others to know.
And in Little Garden, Information Blockade was a mandatory lesson.
The most advanced information blockade was: even if you say it openly, what others hear might not be what you said, without the slightest anomaly.
Athena sneered.
“Does this servant have any other choice?”
Facing an existence that could swallow everything she had with a light breath, having utility was the best outcome.
She was also terribly unlucky. Such existences, even if not one or two, likely every alternate identity of hers in other Pantheons wasn’t weak either.
Thinking of this outcome, Athena felt her future was bleak.
Her best option now was to seek Aslan’s protection for a slim chance of survival.
“But there’s one more question. What will be this servant’s fate in the end?”
Athena raised her head, staring into Aslan’s eyes with owl-like eyes.
“Hmm~, based on my understanding of the other Athena, you’ll likely become her avatar or a substitute-like existence.”
Aslan thought for a moment. Honestly, Little Garden’s Athena’s character wasn’t bad.
Her character could be considered good among Gods. You’d at least get three warnings before a beating, and she’d tell you before hitting.
Compared to other Gods and Buddhas with unpredictable moods, Athena was like an angel.
For minor issues, Athena was too lazy to care.
“Of course, your self-identity can be maintained.”
“If you’re worried, I can make you a homunculus body, guaranteeing strength no weaker than your current power.”
Athena stared at Aslan’s face, suppressing her emotions, and said.
“Then this servant has no issue. As long as this servant can complete her revenge against the Steel Gods.”
After all, she didn’t lose out. At least she could have fun before dying.
Experiencing the treatment of the Fourth-Generation Greek King of Gods was pretty good.
“But one more thing. This servant isn’t your toy or captive. This servant wants to join your plan as a partner.”
Athena said word by word. This was the last shred of her existence.
“That’s a given.”
Aslan rubbed his hands, untying the rope without hesitation, lowering Athena, and simultaneously signaling Lancelot with his eyes to fetch a chair.
How could our esteemed partner still be hanging from the ceiling beam?
“Foolish Adina, please sit. Let’s continue discussing cooperation.”
The corner of Athena’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. Hearing “Foolish Adina” reminded her of the humiliation she just endured.
“So, can you not call this servant Foolish Adina? This servant has her own name…”
But before the words came out, Athena fell silent.
It seemed… she really didn’t have a usable name. If her guess was correct, every alternate identity of hers likely corresponded to at least one Great God as strong as Algol.
“I can’t call you Little Athena, Medium Athena, Big Athena, right?”
Aslan threw the problem back to Athena. After all, this little Athena currently had no suitable title.
Only the name Foolish Adina truly belonged to her.
Hearing this, Athena was truly speechless. Was the competition for the name Athena that fierce?
Even three Athenas—small, medium, and large?
It could only be said, the future wasn’t bright.
“Whatever~~. This servant doesn’t care what you call me, as long as it’s not Foolish Adina!”
“Fine, Foolish Adina. No problem, Foolish Adina.”
Athena looked at Aslan helplessly, leaning back, truly giving up.
Do whatever. She didn’t care anymore.
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Greenwich, London, Witenagemot.
A four-story red-brick building, newly built in the Victorian era, rarely lit up brightly at night.
This was Witenagemot’s headquarters. It typically didn’t support nighttime operations, but due to the unexpected darkness enveloping the world, their core members held an overnight meeting here.
“Was that darkness confirmed to be caused by a Heretic God?”
“It can’t be confirmed, but the only certainty is the whole world suffered.”
“Can we confirm which Heretic God? Even just a name would do.”
“We’ve contacted the Hime-Miko, and they’re performing Spirit Vision, but the appearance and disappearance were too quick to confirm useful information.”
“Then, can we contact the Black Prince?”
“We’ve confirmed with Royal Arsenal’s people. The Black Prince is also searching for clues about that Heretic God.”
Though Witenagemot and Royal Arsenal were rivals, in truth, Britain was the Black Prince’s territory.
Their rivalry was essentially one of the Black Prince’s amusements.
Personally, their relationship wasn’t bad, especially regarding Heretic Gods.
After all, only God Slayers could face Heretic Gods, and God Slayers were Devil Kings roaming the earth, Walking Disasters.
They could only cooperate with God Slayers.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the Black Prince was still easy to talk to.
“Chairman, what should we do about this now?”
“No need to do anything. The Council can’t track the movements of Gods and Kings. They can only help clean up the mess. Now we can only hope the King and God don’t fight in our territory.”
“Otherwise, it’ll be a headache.”
“Chairman, are we really doing nothing?”
“Doing nothing isn’t an option either. What if the King comes after us? Send the information to the Special Advisor. Let that White Princess confirm it again with Spirit Vision.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
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Title: The Supreme King Arthur Will Return to His Loyal Great Britain
Duke Goddodin’s Residence.
Patricia Ericsson carried a stack of documents, adjusted her thin-framed glasses, and walked into the house with a heavy expression.
The person she was meeting was Europe’s highest-ranking witch, who had retired as Chairman of Witenagemot and was currently involved in its operations as a Special Advisor.
She was also the daughter of Duke Goddodin, a stubborn woman known as the White Hime-Miko.
Her full name was Alice Louis of Nafal.
Passing through the lavishly decorated hall filled with an aristocratic aura, Ericsson headed straight to the bedroom, unlocking the door with a key.
In the spacious, European-style room, a fair-skinned woman in her twenties with shimmering blonde hair and a beautiful appearance leaned against the headboard, sighing softly.
“Miss Ericsson, don’t tell me another problem’s been sent here?”
“Isn’t this something you, with the highest Spirit Vision, already foresaw?”
Ericsson adjusted her glasses, speaking in a stiff tone.
“It’s exactly because I foresaw it that I know it’s a big problem.”
Alice muttered, then looked at her secretary and private tutor.
“I have a hunch this must be related to a God.”
“Your hunches are always very accurate.”
Ericsson calmly handed over the documents, saying simultaneously.
“A Heretic God has appeared. Preliminary estimates point to the British region. Its Authority is related to Darkness and Death.”
“And it’s likely not just one. Royal Arsenal found abnormal thick fog appearing in Greenland.”
“It’s highly probable two Heretic Gods are fighting.”
“Thick fog, Darkness. This isn’t good news.”
Alice exclaimed in surprise, taking the documents and frowning.
“Then, no word from Alec?”
Aren’t God Slayers the ones most eager to fight? How could they stay calm facing a Heretic God?
Normally, upon hearing this, shouldn’t the Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne, be eagerly rushing to battle?
“The King seems to have found clues about the Holy Grail and went to pursue it.”
Ericsson adjusted her glasses, speaking with slight helplessness.
“Do you want me to use Spirit Vision to confirm the Heretic God’s identity?” Alice asked.
“The current Chairman didn’t explicitly say so.”
Ericsson stood upright beside Alice, adjusting her glasses.
“Of course, given your current physical condition, I don’t recommend such actions.”
Apparently, Alice’s frail body couldn’t support her powerful witch lineage.
Thus, for a long time, Alice had been unable to leave her bed.
This was why she retired as Witenagemot’s Chairman, issuing orders remotely as a Special Advisor.
However, a woman’s curiosity couldn’t be stopped. Since childhood, Alice had craved connections and information about Gods and God Slayers.
Otherwise, Witenagemot wouldn’t dare secretly gather information on God Slayers, even naming their Divine Authorities.
“Just confirming quietly shouldn’t be a problem.”
Alice said softly, as if reassuring herself.
“Hmm, let me see. Who exactly is the other party?”
Alice’s eyes gradually became vacant.
The next second, she saw an unfamiliar room and several blurry figures.
And a knight sitting cross-legged at the door, seemingly guarding the existence inside? No, it was a Valkyrie with honey-colored hair.
At that moment, the Valkyrie raised her head, looking at Alice.
Like a sparrow spotted by a dragon, Alice’s expression froze.
Seeing this, Ericsson’s face changed. She quickly put on magic gloves, forcibly pressed Alice’s head, and forced her out of Spirit Vision.
After exiting Spirit Vision, Alice gasped suddenly. Her delicate, beautiful face was covered in cold sweat.
“Thank you, Ericsson. A bit more, and that Valkyrie would’ve caught me.”
“Valkyrie?”
Ericsson looked at Alice with slight surprise, asking.
“You know that Valkyrie’s identity?”
Alice calmed slightly, then explained with lingering fear.
“I know. That Valkyrie’s name is Lancelot.”
“And she seems to be guarding the door…”
Alice said uncertainly.
“I’m worried the Heretic Gods that descended might not be just two, but a group.”
“Of course, it’s also possible the other party has a Summoning Divine Authority.”
“This…”
Ericsson was shocked hearing this.
“Please don’t tell me Lancelot is guarding King Arthur.”
“From the looks of it, it’s very likely.”
Alice gave a bitter smile.
If this was true, things would be very bad.
King Arthur’s status in Britain—those who understand, understand. At least comparable to Sun Wukong’s status in a certain eastern country.
Imagine, if one day your ancestor crawled out of the ground, what would you do?
Based on Alice’s understanding of Witenagemot and the Royal Family, once they learned the descended Heretic God was King Arthur.
They’d likely side with the enemy in the next second.
“If it’s that King, isn’t it a good thing?”
Ericsson said uncertainly.
“Maybe…”
Alice remained uncertain.
No one knew if the King Arthur descended as a Heretic God would be as perfect as in the myths.
But at that moment, Alice’s eyes suddenly lost focus.
At this moment, she clearly saw a blonde, blue-eyed young man with a handsome appearance, looking at her with great interest.
“You’re the ones who just mentioned my name, right?”
Alice’s face stiffened instantly.
This felt… a bit too much. Just casually mentioning the King’s name got a response.
Could anything be worse?
“Alice, Alice…”
With a series of calls, Alice opened her eyes, looked at Ericsson beside her, and said in a panic.
“How long was I dazed?”
“Three minutes.”
Ericsson glanced at her watch, answering quickly.
Alice’s face paled instantly.
“Inform the Royal Family and Witenagemot to prepare to welcome the King. Be careful not to carelessly mention His Majesty’s name.”
“Huh?”
Ericsson’s expression changed drastically.
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At the hotel in the morning, Aslan stretched comfortably, then said with a smile.
“First time being a God, still a bit unaccustomed. Turns out I woke up.”
Though the Arthur Spirit Status Aslan was using was absorbing the Faith accumulated in Britain for thousands of years, transforming into an Innate God, condensing the Spirit Status and God Position.
But Godly characteristics had already appeared in him. For instance, every spoken thought would have an echo.
Since it explicitly referred to him, he sensed Alice and the others’ conversation.
“This kind of thing, just wait for the Spirit Status to solidify. The Spirit Status will receive this information and Faith.”
Algol muttered softly. She’d been a God temporarily and was quite adept at this.
But the corner of Athena’s mouth twitched slightly.
She always felt the Gods they talked about and the God she knew weren’t the same species.
At least, she’d never heard of a God capable of this.
“Just set a feedback system on the solidifying Spirit Status, and it’s done.”
Aslan said with a smile.
“Might as well let Guinevere restore her God Position.”
Though the Faith accumulated in Britain for thousands of years for King Arthur was just a drop in the ocean compared to what Aslan needed to solidify his Spirit Status, it wasn’t hard to help Guinevere solidify a Subordinate God Spirit Status.
Repaying kindness with kindness.
Though the Halloween Queen’s character was a bit bad, overall, she’d helped Aslan a lot.
Aslan hadn’t repaid her much.
Taking this chance, he’d see if he could, while making this Arthur alternate identity a Three-Digit.
Raise Avalon to a Pantheon, reviving the Halloween Queen’s base, which was nearly down to a few stray cats.
Faith, as a key Merit source for Pantheons, Human History would always send it regularly in certain amounts.
But if the corresponding Pantheon was destroyed by the Last Trial of Mankind, it meant its number was erased.
That Pantheon, even with abundant Faith and influence in Human History, would no longer gain any Merit.
When the Halloween Queen trained Arthur, it was like that. To nurture a new Pantheon, she spared no expense, inviting countless poets to sing its praises, aiming to revive the base.
But Arthur was ultimately destroyed by Dystopia. All resources invested then were wasted.
With this world’s help, Arthur had become a God. As for the Knights of the Round Table becoming Gods, that was normal too.
After that, as long as Aslan manipulated it a bit more, solidifying the other Knights of the Round Table’s Spirit Statuses in Avalon and establishing a territory in the Domain of Immortality, the Pantheon’s base would form.
The rest depended on how the Halloween Queen operated. Aslan didn’t believe she couldn’t handle such a small operation.
Even after that, based on Avalon and Camelot, the Nordic Pantheon, Canaanite Pantheon… other Pantheons destroyed by his hand could be integrated.
Even forming the foundation of a great Pantheon.
Thus, in a few thousand years, Little Garden would have a great Pantheon under the Halloween Queen’s banner.
Of course, Aslan definitely wouldn’t lose out.
After all, he built the foundation. Arthur’s Spirit Status would likely reach top-tier Almighty Domain (Three-Digit) level.
(Then… become the Halloween Queen’s third wheel?
(Um… Why do I feel a bit scummy?)
Aslan seemed to see a bloody cleaver.
No way, absolutely no way!
How could a loyal person like him get cleaved!
Just one, two, three, four… that’s all.
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Title: How to Properly Manage Great Britain with This Bunch of Cockroaches?
A Heretic Arthur descending upon Witenagemot?
Hearing this news, all the high-ranking officials woke up in a frenzy that morning, many even rushing to change their pants.
Then, a group of British gentlemen, disregarding their dignity, hurriedly dashed to the headquarters in Greenwich.
“Why is something like this happening?”
A council member wiped cold sweat with a handkerchief.
“It seems the White Hime-Miko mentioned His Majesty’s name and caught his attention.”
Another council member said uncertainly.
“Good Lord! Why did something so terrifying happen?”
A woman said, covering her cheeks.
Though they all adored the Legend of King Arthur and actively associated themselves with him or the like, one thing was common knowledge: Great Britain had never done well when it came to not doing well.
Camelot was in Ireland. The territory King Arthur actually ruled was Ireland.
But what Great Britain did to Ireland—did the occult scholars, Royal Family, and nobles among nobles not know?
King Arthur didn’t go to Ireland first but came to trouble them—this indicated something.
Was He here for revenge? Or something else?
“How about it, have we contacted the Black Prince?”
A young council member asked anxiously. In his view, Heretic Gods were merely prey for God Slayers.
As long as they contacted the Black Prince, everything would be easily resolved.
“No, no one has a way to contact that King.”
“Then what do we do?”
Instantly, the council member panicked. God Slayers were walking disasters, but as if Heretic Gods weren’t walking disasters too.
For them, Mages beneath Gods, both were no different.
“There’s only one way now: pledge loyalty to the King!”
With an elegant and confident voice, the Witenagemot higher-ups looked toward the conference room door.
There, Alice, wearing a knitted dress, a white jacket, black trousers, and boots, greeted gracefully with a slight bow.
“Greetings, esteemed Sages.”
“Your Highness Alice!”
“So glad you could attend in person.”
A group of old men and women showed relieved expressions.
At this moment, Alice walked to the conference table, sat down, and said.
“Lord Black Prince is a man who loves playing strategies. To him, Witenagemot’s only purpose is to provide him enough entertainment.”
“And to get revenge on us, to see our regretful expressions.”
Of course, all the above wasn’t the real reason. No grudge couldn’t be set aside in the face of real interests.
At most, the Black Prince could be said to have conflicts with Alice and the others, not reaching the point of deadly enmity.
As for the real reason, Alice realized one thing: in this era, there were too many God Slayers.
If she hadn’t miscounted, there were already six God Slayers in the world.
Whenever the number of God Slayers grew too large, a Savior would appear, coming to cleanse the earth, kill all Devil Kings, and save the world.
And this Savior was the King of the End.
Combining the information and cultural artifacts Witenagemot had collected over the years, it was deduced that the last time the King of the End appeared was fifteen hundred years ago.
And the Legend of King Arthur was a myth born with Him as the prototype.
A hero wielding the Holy Sword, slaying ferocious Devil Kings.
No one knew the King of the End’s identity, but the likelihood of it being Arthur was high.
So… why pledge loyalty to a King who, sooner or later, would be killed?
As for the King of the End, it was estimated that after killing the God Slayers, He would leave.
Meaning, in the future world, there would be no more God Slayers.
Could there be better news than this?
The Supreme Overlords above them would be gone. Then the world would be their domain.
Before that, what was a little humiliation?
“For now, if I’m not mistaken, the Black Prince is probably watching our fine performance from Royal Arsenal.”
Alice made a harmless joke.
But hearing her voice, the conference higher-ups couldn’t laugh. They only felt the atmosphere was heavy.
Witenagemot sounded grand, even able to compete with the Black Prince’s Royal Arsenal. Its name was praised to the heavens.
But frankly, it was just one of the Black Prince’s ways to relieve boredom.
To the Black Prince, Witenagemot was just a toy he could crush with one foot.
“Oh, almost forgot to tell you.”
As if feeling this stimulation wasn’t enough, Alice deliberately said now.
“What I saw, that summoned Lancelot isn’t weaker than an ordinary Heretic God.”
What did that mean? Not enough to come alone, coming in a group?
Generally, the upper limit of a Summoning Divine Authority was Subordinate God level. Perhaps stronger than a Divine Beast, but nowhere near Heretic God level.
Even after the Black Prince defeated the Mermaid Queen and made her a familiar, though very strong, it didn’t reach Heretic God level.
And what was King Arthur most famous for? Of course, his Knights of the Round Table.
Meaning, King Arthur could likely summon thirteen knights at once.
If everyone was just scared before, now their faces were pale as death.
Fight? Fight what? Might as well surrender.
They suddenly felt French traditional ethics might have some merit.
Hearing such terrifying news, James Hark, the current Witenagemot Chairman, looked around and said heavily.
“So… Ladies and Gentlemen, any ideas now?”
“…”
Everyone expressed their opinions with silence.
Seeing this, Hark signaled Alice with his eyes.
The latter nodded understandingly, then said with a smile.
“Alright, the King descending on Witenagemot isn’t necessarily bad. Perhaps He just wants the information Witenagemot has collected?”
Most of Witenagemot’s research was on Heretic Gods’ and God Slayers’ Divine Authorities. Naming God Slayers’ Authorities, researching their characters, and so on.
Maybe King Arthur came to Witenagemot just for this information?
But wasn’t that possibility even more terrifying?
Hark was also startled by Alice’s somewhat scary joke but remained calm on the surface.
Though his legs under the table still trembled, he spoke with dignity.
“Your Highness, the urgent matter now is deciding who to send to welcome the King…”
“Isn’t such a thing easy to decide?”
Alice laughed casually.
“Sending a Royal Family Princess would suffice…”
Before finishing, Alice froze, seeing the gazes fixed on her.
“Your Highness Prince Charles, I recall your youngest daughter came of age this year, right?”
“You’re absolutely right, but she’s already divorced.”
“Oh? When did Isa get married?”
“Last night, to a damned barmaid.”
Alice blinked, then looked around, asking with a strange expression.
“Are all your daughters married?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Everyone hurriedly nodded but also shook their heads wildly.
“No, no.”
Alice suddenly laughed, an exasperated laugh.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, do you think I’d believe such excuses?”
She felt she’d been kind enough. She’d almost arranged everything.
But in the end, this bunch of cockroaches wouldn’t even send one princess?
How could Great Britain be properly managed with this bunch of cockroaches?
And was this really a bad thing? Maybe if something happened, leaving the King’s heir would be good.
Sensing the hidden glances around her, not daring to meet her eyes directly, Alice smiled, looking at the silent people one by one.
“I’ll remember you all…”
Her eyes conveyed that meaning.
Alice knew well that if she kept talking, they’d just blame each other and shift responsibility to her.
Until she “voluntarily” took the responsibility.
Rather than being forced, she’d rather act with dignity. Of course, settling scores later was certain…
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Cornwall, England.
A countryside art gallery.
In this unremarkable rural art gallery, various artifacts were housed.
The Rosetta Stone, Parthenon statues, Apollo statues, Van Gogh paintings, stacks of books, and so on.
Villagers mocked this gallery as a knockoff British Museum.
But in reality, everything inside was authentic.
All came from the Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne.
He took two minutes and thirty seconds to seize all the British Museum’s exhibits, placing them in his headquarters, this Cornwall countryside art gallery.
And when members had time, he’d pull out the Basic Magic Grimoire inside, compare it with ancient artifacts, and teach new members about the origins of witches and mythology.
Today was no exception. The Black Prince, wearing a simple white shirt and trousers, imparted knowledge to his subordinates.
Royal Arsenal’s members had complex backgrounds. They were people who knew of magic’s existence in the past but didn’t fully understand it, while opposing the traditional aristocratic elite magic groups.
The so-called wild path. Before he succeeded in killing a God, he was also on such a wild path.
He also knew how cursed those nobles monopolizing magic were. He enjoyed giving basic knowledge to these magic-world illiterates.
Though he could delegate it, he preferred to see it as a leader’s responsibility.
But in the middle of the literacy lecture, the Black Prince’s subordinate, a great knight nicknamed Ice Man, entered with a grim face.
“Alec, there’s urgent business to discuss.”
“Study on your own for now.”
Alec, at the lecture podium, put down the textbook, brushed chalk dust off his hands, and walked out.
“What happened?”
Ice Man stopped in the corridor, saying grimly.
“Witenagemot is preparing to cut ties. They even plan to pledge loyalty to the Heretic God and don’t want your help.”
“Oh?”
Alec widened his eyes, even showing a delighted expression.
“Was this that cursed woman’s decision?”
Ice Man said, grinding his teeth.
“No, it seems to be their collective decision. White Hime-Miko Alice just mentioned the information.”
“Interesting? This leak seems a bit too convenient.”
Alec rubbed his face.
He’d competed with this woman for over a decade. No one understood her wicked character better than he did.
This woman loved manipulating information to steer others’ decisions. And conveniently, he couldn’t interfere with Witenagemot’s higher-ups.
This had led to him being played by her several times.
He even lost a bet to her once, with the condition: as long as Witenagemot remained nominally loyal to him, he couldn’t take action.
“But the name King Arthur seems somewhat familiar?”
Alec recalled carefully, then found the information in his memory.
“Has that Divine Ancestor’s wish come true?”
Not long after becoming a God Slayer, he searched for the Holy Grail for a long time.
Because his father’s pursuit of the Holy Grail caused his childhood tragedy.
But when he found the Holy Grail, he discovered it was just a vessel of great magical power. Even the Holy Grail’s information was released by that Divine Ancestor.
Feeling bored, he destroyed the dangerous Holy Grail and left.
Of course, the fact that he truly found the Holy Grail was known only to a few. Royal Arsenal’s current goal was still to help him find the Holy Grail.
But because of this, he also learned the real reason Guinevere created the Holy Grail.
To awaken the King of the End.
As a God Slayer, he naturally had an inexplicable curiosity about the King of the End. He wanted to see the King of the End’s power.
There was no word for retreat in a God Slayer’s dictionary.
For God Slayers, every God-killing was a miracle of the weak defeating the strong.
In terms of value and Divine Authority, every Heretic God was stronger than a God Slayer.
After killing the first Heretic God, a God Slayer would grow stronger, gaining a God-level body and magical power, plus a Divine Authority.
But after that, only Divine Authorities would increase.
And now, with so many God Slayers, he was very curious about who the strongest Savior was.
So he ultimately didn’t kill that Divine Ancestor or completely destroy the Holy Grail, letting her prepare.
His goal was to see the King of the End’s true face.
Of course, if possible, he also wanted to kill the King of the End and seize His Divine Authority.
Would he win?
He would win.
No matter how strong the King of the End was? How strong could He be?
Every God Slayer was confident they’d kill any Heretic God they met.
Without this confidence, how could one become a God Slayer?
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Title: The Vile Devil King Has Stolen Your Britain
“If I had to describe the Domain of Immortality?”
Athena pondered briefly, organizing her words, and said.
“The Domain of Immortality could be called a mythological world far removed from Earth?”
“The original Gods, the Earth Spirits, all became Gods in the Domain of Immortality.”
“As for before that, I don’t have many memories from my time as an Earth Spirit. When this servant gained self-awareness, I was already in the Domain of Immortality.”
“After that came the wars in the Domain of Immortality, the defeat of the Earth Mothers, the changes in mythology, and so on.”
“But we’re not sure whether the changes in mythology affected the Domain of Immortality, or if changes in the Domain of Immortality influenced the changes in mythology.”
“But this servant suspects it’s likely the latter.”
A God’s power isn’t determined by the God themselves but by Faith. Generally, Gods with more Faith tend to be stronger.
Aslan listened to Athena explain what the Domain of Immortality was like and the origins of the Gods she knew.
At the same time, he was thinking about how to take all the Gods in the Domain of Immortality at once.
Destroy this world’s mythology and replace it with his own fictional mythology.
“Overall, it still starts with mythology?”
“This servant’s wisdom tells me it can be understood that way.”
Athena nodded. If you wanted to reduce the impact of this world being observed, starting with mythology was easier.
“King, there’s a White Hime-Miko requesting an audience.”
Just as Aslan was deep in thought, the door opened, and Guinevere poked her head in.
At that moment, Aslan was holding the Unofficial History and the History and Script Authority he’d obtained from Krishna for free.
“Have her wait a moment.”
After speaking, Aslan lowered his head, looking at the Unofficial History and the two Authorities.
“It always feels like something’s missing.”
Normally, one Authority was enough to create a Divine Authority Artifact, but one Authority truly couldn’t fulfill Aslan’s vision.
Yet even with these two Authorities, he still felt something was lacking.
“This servant thinks it might be missing Mythology.”
Athena reminded softly.
Objectively, mythology is part of history, but that’s under a normal worldview without magic.
In a worldview truly containing mythology, singular history can’t encompass everything.
Like the observation and absorption of history in Little Garden, it’s divided into God History and Human History.
Human History is ordinary history, while God History is mythology.
“Your ambition seems quite grand.”
Aslan looked at Athena with interest. He recalled an intriguing saying.
The Omnipotent Zeus Theory. It stated that everything in Greek mythology was born and happened under Zeus’s will, whether it was Chaos’s birth, Uranus becoming King of Gods, the curses given, or Kronos defeating Uranus.
All their actions were orchestrated by Zeus so he could be born.
It’s said that this Zeus’s possibility in Little Garden was taken by Yahweh, becoming the Sole God Spirit Status.
Was Athena aiming to become a Sole God?
“Not comparable to you. This servant merely thinks that since you can create a fictional mythology, why not control mythology?”
Athena said with a smile. In her view, Aslan’s crude way of destroying mythology was a bit too wasteful.
Why not use this world’s mythology as material for Aslan to create a Divine Artifact?
“Good idea.”
Aslan said with praise.
After that, he stored the Unofficial History and the two Authorities, saying toward the door.
“Guinevere, let her in.”
The door closed, and soon after, it opened again.
“Greetings, Your Majesty King Arthur.”
With beautiful blonde hair, wearing a neat white dress, though over twenty-five, the still pure and lovely Alice walked in slowly.
Aslan raised an eyebrow, stating the visitor’s name.
“Alice Louis of Nafal.”
After saying this, he looked at Alice with interest.
“I’d like to know, what business does Her Highness the Princess have visiting me? Are you planning to bring all of Britain to welcome the return of this Old King?”
Though in this world, King Arthur was a purely fictional myth. This world’s history, apart from Heretic Gods and God Slayers, leaned toward ordinary human history.
This world also had a Counter Force. Its history was mostly the same as Pan-Human History. It didn’t mix myth and human history like Fate.
Of course, this was just a jest. After all, both Alice and Aslan knew that this world’s Britain had no King named Arthur.
Alice walked gracefully before Aslan, bowing slightly, and said.
“Due to the impatience of some gentlemen, I had to meet you in this form. I hope my Lord forgives me.”
This was also why Alice didn’t want to come. Meeting with a soul clone was a bit too impolite.
But that bunch of cockroaches preferred letting her meet Aslan as a soul clone rather than sending their own daughters.
Were they that afraid of blame? Or of getting involved?
Alice didn’t believe they were all daughter slaves.
“No matter. I have a partner who often meets me this way.”
Aslan waved casually.
Sometimes, Natsuki got exhausted and fell asleep. In her sleep, she’d even condense a clone to continue fighting Aslan.
The clone’s feel was slightly different from the original body.
“I’m glad you understand.”
Alice said gratefully, also relieved. It seemed Aslan didn’t feel slighted.
“So, Your Highness, have you come to welcome the return of this Old King?”
Aslan asked again with interest. He was a bit curious about Alice’s reason for coming.
From a God’s perspective, Alice’s ambition wasn’t small.
Gods could easily see a mortal’s soul, thoughts, and so on. Everything about mortals was clear before a God.
But ambition was ambition. In Aslan’s view, these little thoughts were quite amusing.
For example, Alice was frantically complaining in her heart about Witenagemot’s other higher-ups.
Accusing them of being immoral or such, ultimately sending her to take the blame.
Of course, the most amusing was Alice’s confirmation of Aslan’s identity. The King of the End or something—truly too interesting.
Aslan hadn’t even started acting, yet she’d almost confirmed he was the King of the End.
But who made Aslan’s current alternate identity so strongly suggestive?
“…”
Alice suddenly fell silent, or rather, she didn’t know what to say.
(Who negotiates so bluntly like you? Shouldn’t we exchange pleasantries, then propose terms, get moved, and bargain?)
Alice complained inwardly.
“You don’t have the right to bargain.”
Alice’s expression stiffened instantly. She hadn’t spoken just now. Just complained in her head, right?
Why did Aslan respond?
(Mind reading! Since I entered, my thoughts have been read. Spirit Vision didn’t react.)
Alice thought this, looking at him with slight despair. Aslan just blinked innocently.
As a God, wasn’t it normal to see a mortal’s thoughts?
And Alice’s soul fluctuations were truly easy to read.
This time, Alice was truly convinced.
“What did you say? I don’t quite understand…”
Alice tried to deflect. At the same time, she used Hime-Miko techniques to suppress her mental fluctuations, avoiding her thoughts being read.
In terms of Hime-Miko techniques, Alice was close to a Divine Ancestor, the strongest level after Heretic Gods.
Meaning, unless Aslan had a corresponding Divine Authority, he couldn’t keep reading her thoughts easily.
Then Alice regained her composure and said boldly.
“King, we came only to inform you: a vile Devil King has stolen your Britain.”
Yes, she meant none other than the God Slayer Alexander Gascoigne, the Black Prince.
No one truly thought having a God Slayer in their country was good. It was purely adding an ancestor above their heads.
Though it had strategic deterrence, the internal impact was far stronger than the external.
The losses caused by a stubborn Devil King far outweighed what they could gain.
Otherwise, God Slayers wouldn’t be called Devil Kings.
God Slayers like Kusanagi Godou were rare in a thousand years.
Who knew how jealous the international community was of Japan for getting such a manageable God Slayer?
“So, if I execute this Black Prince God Slayer, I can reclaim my Britain?”
Aslan looked at Alice with interest.
“Oh, and before fighting, what’s the most important thing? I’m sure you understand, right?”
Alice’s face changed instantly.
She understood Aslan’s meaning perfectly. What’s most important before fighting? Information, of course.
And conveniently, Witenagemot had gathered both Heretic God and God Slayer information.
And what this King of the End wanted was definitely not Heretic God information.
So, she’d guessed correctly.
The King of the End truly planned to gather God Slayer information.
But could this be said openly?
Once could be a coincidence, twice was hard to explain.
Alice didn’t believe Aslan would forgive her a third time.
So, there was only one way now.
Can’t fight, can’t understand, only side with.
Alice tucked away all her little thoughts, lowered her head slightly, and said.
“That’s certain, King. The people of Britain long for your return, hoping you’ll drive out that vile Devil King again. We’ll do our utmost to assist you.”
“Just do your utmost?”
Aslan asked back.
“If it’s your will, we’ll use everything to assist you.”
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Title: This King Arthur Is Definitely Problematic
After Alice finished speaking, she dissipated the clone.
Her real body, far away at Duke Goddodin’s residence, slowly woke up.
“How’s the situation, Your Highness?”
Beside her, Ericsson, as her secretary, couldn’t help but ask after seeing Alice awaken.
“The worst-case scenario!”
Wearing pajamas, Alice tugged at her beautiful blonde hair, sighing helplessly.
“Tell Witenagemot to prepare to fully assist King Arthur in defeating the Black Prince, Ericsson.”
“What?”
Ericsson was shocked, then frowned and said.
“You mean?”
“We must fully side with the King and show our stance.”
Alice sighed. Otherwise, she didn’t dare guarantee what kind of treatment Witenagemot would face.
This King wasn’t entirely ignorant of the current world, and it seemed He could even read minds.
“My apologies.”
Ericsson apologized, then hurriedly left the room, intending to deliver this bad news to Witenagemot’s members.
At this moment, Alice turned to the sky outside the window, sighing softly.
“My instincts tell me Witenagemot is likely to face a disaster. I hope that’s not the case.”
“I hope they understand this isn’t a joke…”
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Above Greenwich, Witenagemot’s headquarters conference room descended into noisy chaos.
“Officer Nord, why are you pledging loyalty to the Black Prince?”
“Of course, because I believe the Black Prince is more capable of leading Britain to greatness again!”
“Then what about Advisor Alice’s warning?”
“She’s just an advisor. And I heard Princess Alice might not live long. Such a great Hime-Miko talent should be passed on…”
Listening to the noisy discussion from Witenagemot’s higher-ups below.
James Hark, the current Witenagemot Chairman, said in a deeply helpless tone.
“Is it so hard to let go of the interests at hand? It seems Witenagemot might as well be disbanded.”
At this moment, a member hurriedly approached Hark.
“Chairman, news just came from the Royal Family. They’re preparing to consider Princess Alice’s marriage.”
At this point, Ericsson, standing beside the Chairman, adjusted her glasses and said.
“Sorry, Her Highness the Princess is currently with the King.”
Meaning, using Aslan’s authority to make them back off on their own.
It could be called using someone else’s influence to intimidate.
Hearing this, Hark massaged his temples, headache mounting.
“Even the Royal Family is choosing to side with the Black Prince?”
Hark was more inclined to trust Alice’s judgment. The King of the End was clearly not something an ordinary God Slayer could oppose.
Doing their utmost… no, using everything to assist the King was Witenagemot’s only way to survive.
But other council members didn’t think so. They preferred to believe in the Devil King’s power. They were convinced the Black Prince could surely defeat the so-called King of the End.
After all, since Marquis Voban nearly wiped out all European nobility, establishing the Devil King’s reputation.
This was also the real reason God Slayers were feared—because they’d truly seen God Slayers run rampant.
Meanwhile, the King of the End hadn’t appeared in fifteen hundred years. He was just a slightly stronger Heretic God.
Of course, the more likely reason was that, rather than pledging loyalty to an uncertain King of the End, they’d rather stick with the Black Prince, to whom they were nominally loyal now.
At least they’d almost figured out the Black Prince’s character. Barring accidents, the war between Witenagemot and Royal Arsenal could continue.
As for pledging loyalty to an uncertain King? Forget it.
Only Alice would side with a Heretic God.
“Isn’t that normal?”
Beside him, Ericsson adjusted her glasses, speaking with a bitter smile.
“After all, the Black Prince’s title is Nobleman of God Speed.”
Ericsson sighed and said.
“If we choose betrayal, once word reaches his ears, it’ll take him mere seconds to come for us.”
The Black Prince’s Black Lightning Divine Authority was famous for its speed.
Turning himself into an energy form, achieving god-like speed. It’s said to reach the speed of light.
“Maybe he’s already here, watching the show, who knows.”
“Hmm? You’ve got a pretty good perspective.”
A not-unfamiliar male voice came from the corner.
Ericsson’s face changed instantly. She turned and saw a young man in the conference room’s corner.
His appearance was unremarkable, wearing a white shirt and cheap trousers. His black hair and eyes suggested Roman ancestry.
The Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne.
This God Slayer, after confirming, sat by the conference table, listening to Witenagemot’s hesitant discussion about loyalty to him or King Arthur.
Truly, quite entertaining.
Hark suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Clearly, he hadn’t expected the Black Prince to be so close.
But on the surface, he maintained etiquette, standing and bowing.
“Lord Gascoigne.”
“Just call me Alec.”
Alec smiled, mocking himself.
“After all, I’ve got no noble blood.”
It’s over… Ericsson silently felt things were bad.
Without Alice, Witenagemot truly had no ability to counter Alec’s power.
Ordinary people just standing here were trembling in fear.
She was the same. It was already good she didn’t wet herself on the spot.
What to do? Ericsson’s mind raced frantically.
But at this moment, Alec spoke with interest.
“By the way, I’m a bit curious how that annoying White Hime-Miko wants you to help the King of the End?”
“I just don’t know if she anticipated this situation.”
Alec looked at Ericsson with a somewhat expectant expression.
“Speaking of, what’s the White Hime-Miko’s expression like now? Can I see it?”
(It’s over. This time it’s really over…) Ericsson collapsed to the floor with slight despair.
She didn’t know if she should reveal Alice’s plan. After all, researching God Slayers’ Divine Authorities and characters, naming their Authorities, and so on.
Once this was known by an arrogant, stubborn God Slayer, it meant a group of God Slayers would gather to complete the mission.
A group of level 999 players clearing a level 1 mission.
“It seems you’re hiding something from me.”
Alec looked across the conference table at Hark, who was wiping cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
Suddenly, Alec lost interest and said somewhat boredly.
“Forget it, I’ll come back to settle this later. I seem to have sensed that witch’s aura.”
Alec frowned, but his expression was very pleased.
Whether intentional or not, the aura seemed to come from underground.
“It seems that cursed woman prepared quite a lot.”
After saying this, Alec’s figure vanished. Only a lingering shadow indicated he seemed to be heading underground.
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Underground Greenwich, Witenagemot.
Aslan, stepping inside, frowned, sensing an unusual aura in the air.
“A God Temple?”
“Yes.”
Alice landed on the ground, then looked at the ancient stone walls around her, explaining.
“This is a secret temple built by ancient monks. It was supposed to worship a Celtic God, but the deity’s statue was long destroyed. However, some defensive facilities remain.”
“So it became your place to store information.”
Aslan touched the stone wall, found a spot, and pressed it. With the sound of heavy stone shifting, the smooth stone wall suddenly sank inward, revealing a passage.
Alice beside him said in surprise.
“You cracked the mechanism in one go?”
“What’s strange about that? I’m from the Celtic Pantheon, after all. A Celtic temple is like home to me.”
Aslan tilted his head, explaining with a slight smile.
At the same time, he silently activated the temple’s dilapidated formation, conceptually defining this place as a Domain of Immortality.
Of course, this Domain of Immortality referred to a region with Gods, not the mythological world mentioned earlier.
Outside, it seemed an interesting man had arrived.
“Uh…”
Alice’s expression was somewhat delicate.
(I haven’t read much, so don’t trick me. Isn’t the Legend of King Arthur a fictional myth? How can it be tied to Celtic?)
(It always feels like this King Arthur has a big problem.)
Alice, with her quirky character, followed behind Aslan and entered the library.
Entering the library, Aslan saw rows of bookshelves. Most were filled, containing documents processed with magic.
Alice, following, explained softly.
“Roughly, over seventy percent of high-level classified information is stored here. The remaining thirty percent is basically stored on offline computers.”
“Looks like quite a bit of work.”
Then Aslan pulled out his phone.
“Mogwai, I leave it to you! Organize the information inside!”
“Ready, Master.”
Then Aslan’s phone, in a very scientific manner, scanned all the documents and connected to the computer.
Magic Technology!
After coming to Little Garden, Aiba Asagi’s technology didn’t regress but made greater progress. Magic, magic technology, and technology integrated perfectly.
Even Strike the Blood’s world technology saw rapid development and abundant progress.
But Alice beside him widened her eyes, her mouth slightly agape.
“Huh?”
(No, where did you bring me?)
(Is this still the little Earth and the world I know?)
(This King Arthur is clearly not right!!!)
(What kind of God can pull out an almost scientific tool to organize documents?)
(If my Spirit Vision isn’t wrong, I can’t even beat this phone…)
Alice fell silent.
So magic could be played like this?
Alice seemed to understand something. Her eyes looking at Aslan grew increasingly enthusiastic.
On Aslan’s phone, she saw a new path not inferior to God Slayers.
