Campione!

Chapter 1 - A Devil King is Born...?Part 1By the time he realized it, Godou already found himself imprisoned -- as forthe cause, perhaps it was rather out of the blue.Now that he thought about it, everything started four days earlier.It was during the spring break when he was about to enter high school,Godou visited Italy's Sardinia in his grandfather's place. There, heencountered the handsome amnesiac youth, Erica the knight and mage,as well as the witch Lucretia Zola-All individuals possessing strange and incredible powers.Furthermore, Godou encountered "gods."Meeting a god, conversing with a god, fighting a god, obtaining victory...Something like that.After using the [Secret Tome of Prometheus], his consciousness had gonefuzzy and he could not recall what happened afterwards.However, he could still vividly recall his friend, the youth standing amidstflames. His joyful smile, his sharp eyes carrying an expression of regret,and those parting words."Kusanagi Godou, I grant my blessing to thee who has been reborn as thenew god-slaying king!"Even on the verge of death, his voice was very clear and distinctive.The youth's entire charisma as a "hero" was overflowing there."Thou art the first person to usurp mine -- the authority of the god ofvictory! Becomest stronger than anyone else! Until the day I shall fight theeagain, possessest my undefeatable body!"Even though I didn't quite understand, that was what he told me.He displayed such mettle and battle spirit for a rematch, even as he lay ondeath's door.Indeed that was his true nature. This Persian Warlord of old, using the tenincarnations to fight, protecting the people, worshiped as the undefeatedvictorious hero, only Verethragna could have fitting final moments likethese.Hence.Kusanagi Godou's life was in peril. Then he lost consciousness.Several hours passed.Even though the battle against Verethragna took place around the hours ofdawn, Godou took until noon to wake up. Erica immediately came to hisside.Erica told him they had left the ruins that had been used as the battlefieldand come to a nearby village. Erica fortuitously found a four-room inn,gotten a room, and placed the unconscious Godou on the bed."Acting so reckless, and yet he's still alive... Recovering so quickly in suchshort time, sure enough--"Hearing Erica mumbling on the bedside, Godou was puzzled.Severely beaten up by Verethragna, and even struck by the decisivelightning attack. Due to using the [Secret Tome of Prometheus], both hisbody and brain had felt scorching hot as if on fire.Dying then and there was only natural.Getting up from bed and examining his body, Godou began to mutter."I've really recovered. I, could I be dreaming?"Blunt trauma, broken bones, abrasions, bleeding, burns, rupturing ofinternal organs, high fever, etc.Unable to find any trace of the unbearable pain, Godou only found acompletely healthy body instead. Furthermore."...Eh."Swinging his right arm unintentionally, he found the feeling slightly strange.Godou had injured his right shoulder last summer, forcing him to quit thesport of baseball to which he had devoted himself for many years."Strange..."Moving his right shoulder back and forth, he could not feel anythingunusual. It moved very smoothly.In addition, he noticed something else.He was extremely hungry.His stomach was growling and rumbling, causing a commotion, demandingfood and nutrients."Hey Erica, you got anything to eat?""If there are restaurants nearby, I can order takeout. But Godou, weren'tyou on the verge of death? In my opinion, you shouldn't eat anything thatcould strain your stomach."This was most sensible advice, but Godou declared loudly."No problem! I currently feel like I could even digest my own shoes! Bring iton!"Thirty minutes later. Godou was wolfing down all sorts of food that Ericahad brought.There were several paninis made from pork, chicken and springvegetables. Boiled sausage. Prosciutto ham.Thick slabs of horse meat steak. Steamed vegetables topped withhand-made mayonnaise style sauce.Rabbit meat stewed with vegetables. Mineral water. Orange juice. Wine.Etc.Grabbing food continually and stuffing them in his mouth, Godou chewedwith relish, swallowing in huge gulps. At any rate, seeking nourishmentwas first priority-Erica stared at Godou as if he was driven to eat and drink by someunknown force. An expression like she was observing some newlydiscovered rare species, deep in thought..."By the way, I forgot to do something. I'll be right back."Staying no longer, Erica left the room.Godou simply gave a quick nod in response and continued his quest fornourishment, sweeping all the food away. Greatly satisfied, he lay on thebed once more.Now that nutrients had been replenished, it was time for rest, sleep -Sensing the entreaties of the body, he did as told without hesitation. In anycase, it was time for sleep and recovery of energy. For the sake of abattle-ready body...Having slept for who knows how many hours, it was time to wake up.Godou found himself imprisoned."You're awake.""Well then, let's begin with the interrogation."A quiet gloomy voice suddenly spoke.Godou found himself lying on something soft, with both his hands and feetrestrained."Hey, hey! What is this? What do you intend to do to me!?"Godou complained as he surveyed his surroundings.He seemed to be inside a barn of some countryside farm. Stacks of haywere lying all around, and in fact, Godou had been sleeping on one ofthem. Both his wrists and ankles were bound by iron shackles.In addition, looking down at Godou were two men in cosplay, each dressedin a gray robe.They resembled actors from a blockbuster movie, like Jedi Knights in somekind of space odyssey or magi from a fantasy movie.Since their hoods were pulled down completely, the men's faces could notbe seen."I am a Japanese tourist and I don't think I deserve to be treated like this.Are you people sure you didn't get the wrong guy!?""...No. You are the right one."One of the men answered quietly to Godou's protests, in fluent Japanese.However, what little of his face that could be seen in the depths beneaththe hood, was clearly a Caucasian face."You must be Kusanagi Godou,' right? We already received the news.Erica Blandelli the knight of Milan and the youth named Kusanagi hadbeen wandering all over Sardinia."To Godou's surprise, they even knew about Erica. The man turned hissomber gaze towards Godou."...Trying to get to the bottom of our affairs is pointless. All I can say is thatwe are members of an ancient magic association. For the past week or so,we have been investigating the 'god' which had suddenly manifested."Godou was greatly shocked. God. Did they really mean Verethragna?"Erica Blandelli and the youth from Japan. Apparently traveled all over theplace in pursuit of the god's trail. Then finally this morning, the god'spresence suddenly vanished, and stability returned to the island..."So the battle really happened after all.Befriending that youth, having a battle to the death, and finally parting insuch short time.Recalling this incident, Godou felt a scorching sensation in his chest. Themen suddenly continued:"Under such conditions, we feared one possibility. Perhaps, the god whomanifested on Sardinia had been defeated by Erica Blandelli, and shewould be reborn as a 'Campione!'"VErica defeated a god? And became what?"Now that I think about it, that girl Erica did mention something similar--"Just before the impending battle against Verethragna, he had aconversation with Erica.Godou remembered clearly the word "Campione" being mentioned then."Oh, looks like you've got a clue. We hope you can explain carefully indetail..."One of the hooded men said to Godou softly."The [Heretic God] manifesting on Sardinia on this occasion is a veryimportant divinity for our [Church of the Eastern Magi] and could bringabout revelation. Very likely, it is the god of victory, Verethragna..."These people are associated with Verethragna!? Godou was shocked."If Miss Erica slew the war god we worship, it would be a very serioussituation. We will have to bear the full force of our association down on herin order to avenge the god!""So, boy. This is the situation. Tell us where Erica-san is located rightnow!""If you decide to be stubborn, we have ways of making you talk!"Noisily talking at the same time, they threatened."Y-Yes I know about that alright. But by the time I woke up I was alreadyyour captive. Besides, even if I knew why would I tell you people!?"Godou yelled.It sounded like they were seeking Erica for revenge. Of course he was notgoing to cooperate with them."I see. Then there's no choice... In the name of Mithra the god of contracts,I hereby command, truth be thy only law, honesty be thy only speech,prohibited are all falsehoods."One of the men muttered suspiciously.Godou reacted with a feeling he never experienced before. The man'swords felt like they carried "power" which turned into something formlessand colorless that began to entangle Godou's body.Spell words!? This term entered his mind vaguely.If spell words truly existed, perhaps they really took effect in this fashion.But why could he sense such phenomena, why him!?"Hmm. This youth, he deflected my magic?"However, not only Godou but also the man who employed the spell wordswere surprised."He probably has some sort of protective magic guarding his body, right?Like spells for preventing the extraction of information for example, thereare various ways to handle them.""How befitting for the companion of a great knight of the [Copper BlackCross]..."Protective magic? Obviously, Godou had no idea how to use that, so itmust have been Erica who did it, right? But where on earth did she run offto -- just as he felt anxious."Then we are left with no other choice. If a reasonable methods fails, wemust resort to barbaric ways."One of the men made a very disconcerting statement."As a show of respect to the prestigious [Copper Black Cross], we willreveal our most vicious secret technique. A curse that boils the brain like aseal of death... Will be our offering to you. Even protective magic cannotstop this curse.""If you don't want to die, you'd better be a good boy and tell us everythingyou know.""Come, be out with it. Do it now before it's too late!"Godou swallowed hard.These people did not sound like they were joking. Magi were always doingthese crazy ridiculous things. He already experienced enough of that overthe past few days. However, he could not betray Erica.Godou suppressed the surfacing fear of death as he glared angrily at themen."Hmm. Preparing yourself to die for the sake of friendship -- what a pity.Deprived of my blessing, whether the righteous or the bestial, all shall bebereft of luminance, and evil shall prevail!"These spell words carried "power." That was the feeling.Even though he felt it again, Godou did not know how to defend no matterhow hard he pondered. There was nothing he could use as a shield.Furthermore, there was no time left to bluff and stall for time. At this pointof no return, it was too late to regret.It was too late. Godou could feel the onslaught of the deadly curse.Clearly he had survived a battle against a god, but now he was going todie here? Really?"Even our most vicious curse has been deflected!""Unbelievable... Who is this boy...?"The two hooded men muttered in shock.It was only natural. Even though he did not know the reason, the momentthe spell words of the curse made contact with Godou's body they instantlyvanished.Then immediately."This is it, folks. To think that there actually existed people who dareattempt the foolish deed of kidnapping and confining my companion, EricaBlandelli's. Such utter lack of foresight is truly impressive indeed."Suddenly, the door to the barn flew open.Bathed beneath the rays of the setting sun, it was the gallant entrance of abeautiful girl whose fluttering reddish blonde hair adorned her like a crown.That beautiful face of hers, lustrously radiating such dominance andintellect, caused the gloomy robed men to cower back.The one who appeared was Erica Blandelli, of course. The girl whomeveryone sought.Part 2"Looks like I have no need to announce my name for a duel... I apologizefor resorting to violence, but please return this person to me."Smiling with a chuckle, Erica suddenly summoned a sword into her hand.Cuore di Leone. Possessing a slender blade shining with clear luster, themagic sword of the lion. Godou clearly recalled the magic sword that hadbeen used to great effect in the battle against Verethragna."Wait a minute, Erica Blandelli. Did you really slay a [Heretic God]?""The god-slaying Devil King -- did you become a Campione!?""Hoho, why don't you confirm the answer through battle?"Completely unconcerned with the doubts of the retreating men, Ericasmiled glamorously while she swung her sword. One flash, two flashes.Godou was rendered speechless to see her wielding her sword without anyhesitation at all.This is no historical drama, are you really trying to kill these men!? Fearand unease welled up within Godou. But fortunately, these worries wereunfounded.What Erica sliced with her sword was the "power" surrounding the tworobed men.An unbelievable presence that protected them. Cuore di Leone slicedthrough it, causing the "power" to dissipate immediately."You don't even know how to use swords, and now that you've lost yourprotective spells, you two are no match for me.""Tsk!" "Damn you!"Their power severed by Erica, the two men traced complicated patternswith their fingers.The patterns inscribed in the air produced "power," carrying some kind ofdeadly attribute. Sensing this presence, Godou was surprised again.Again. Why would I know something like that?In spite of Godou's hopeless confusion, Erica did not stop moving.She already took action before the men's "power" took effect. A gracefullydelivered high kick.Striking one of the men spectacularly in the back of his head, she knockedhim out in one hit. The other man was struck in the chest by Cuore diLeone's hilt and he fainted from the pain.The battle ended effortlessly with Erica's victory."There, it's done. Their fates will depend on luck."Erica had found a rope somewhere in the depths of the barn and tied upthe unconscious men.The sky at dusk was visible through the open door. Night was fastapproaching."These guys are probably from somewhere in the orient... Maybe affiliatedwith some religion. Probably Zoroastrianism? Verethragna belongs to thatreligion, right?"Godou inquired. The restraints on his hands and feet had been released."These guys are nowhere near that level of respectability. After all, theywere using the magic of forbidden curses. They're worthless magi,probably from some sort of ancient cult that worships the Persianpantheon.""Cult... Like those newly risen religion... That's the kind of impression Iget."The word "cult" was a rather fitting description of the two men's demeanor."Probably some association of evil alignment. I can't believe they used[Brain Destruction] magic without any hesitation.""Of evil alignment -- an evil cult, basically. Well said... But wait a minute."Looking down at the unconscious men, Godou realized."Erica, I can't believe you stood back and watched them do all those thingsto me!?""I simply wanted to confirm to what extent you remain human.""R-Remain human?""Yes. Congratulations, Godou. Today marks the day of your rebirth as a'monster.' Think of it as a second birthday."Erica smiled sweetly. With such unforgettable loveliness, it was aglamorous smile as befitted Erica Blandelli.But to Godou, it felt akin to the smile of the devil Mephistopheles when herestored Dr. Faust's youth. Like a so-called elegant devil..."If you want an explanation, it's because I already know. I am completelyunworried that the magic used by humans -- even mystic techniques of thehighest level, could harm you in any way.""What do you mean? But actually, I did have this really strange feelingstarting from a while ago."During the scene just now, he had sensed "power" -- ?Could it be, that was magic? Stuff like magical power or spell words?Realizing that, Godou trembled with fear as Erica asserted with all smiles."How should I put it? Yes... You are no longer an ordinary human.Kusanagi Godou has become a god-slayer, a Campione. That's basicallyit.""G-God-slayer? Campione?""Right, didn't I tell you before the battle against Verethragna? That therewere only six god-slayers in this world. Devil Kings who usurped theauthorities of gods. Campiones. You have officially become the seventh.""Whaaaat -- !?"The robed duo had crept into the room at the inn while Godou was snoringaway soundly. Erica happened to be away at the time. In order to obtaininformation, they tied up Godou and brought him to a barn in the outskirtsof the village. Upon discovering the situation, Erica hurried over, therebyresulting in the rescue drama that occurred just now."Looks like stray magi from some small cult, acting rashly without usingtheir brains."Walking along a country road at night, Erica concluded arbitrarily.As a side note, the robed men were left behind in bondage."I agree on that point. But Erica, when you left the room back then, wereyou using me as bait?"Walking alongside the blonde beauty, Godou whispered.Oh well, it was only speculation. At the time, perhaps Erica really had toleave to do something as she claimed... That line of thinking was onlyreasonable.But another possibility occurred to Godou.Yes, take for example, what if given Erica's intelligence and keen sense,she had actually noticed the appearance of the robed men? Furthermore,she wanted to confirm Godou's current condition.Her mind of devil's...It would not be strange to suspect 'Erica had hidden herself to observewhat would happen to Godou if he were left alone.'"Calling it bait or whatever, that is such an inappropriate description. Isimply chose the most interesting and dramatic method I could think of,that's all."Contrary to expectations, Erica was proud of herself.What a strange and novel feeling it was, to completely lose all gratitude tohis savior."You, how should I put it... Your character is way not cool."Godou muttered emphatically.Recalling their first encounter, her attitude had been very displeasing backthen. However, having experienced life and death situations together withher, their distance seemed to have shrunk slightly.That was the situation. Godou began to understand a little. Erica was notsimply smart, she was utterly brilliant. On top of that, she was a terrifyingdevil.She was the kind of person whose application of her wits prioritizedpersonal amusement."Why am I always surrounded by people with weird personalities?"Godou recalled his closest family, relatives and friends.But thanks to that, he was not intimated by a woman like Erica. Eventhough she was difficult to handle, she was still a good person at heart.The fact that she was a friend remained unchanged."Whatever." Godou muttered to himself. Erica immediately spoke up."Oh my, to think that amongst Godou's acquaintances, there exist manypeople with slight resemblance to me. How broad your social circle mustbe! I'm impressed, slightly.""...Anyway, let's head back first. It's time to get some rest tonight."Impressed by Erica's positive acceptance of her weird personality, Godousuggested their next move. However, Erica shook her head."No, those two from just now might have other companions. We shouldleave this village as quickly as possible. Sure, we could take on anotherbattle, but there's no need for such unnecessary risk.""Come to think of it, you were the one they were targeting.""What are you talking about? The one being targeted is you, Godou. Youare the Devil King and the seventh god-slaying Campione."As Godou stared with wide-eyed confusion, Erica explained gently as ifinstructing a young child."Take the two-man team just now, there should be many people involvedin magic who have concluded that 'Erica Blandelli slew a god' based oncircumstantial evidence. But sooner or later, they will realize their error anddiscover the truth. The one who slew a god was actually a Japanesecompletely unversed in magic, Kusanagi Godou.""I am a god-slayer...""Yes. In order to investigate the death of the [Heretic God] who manifestedon Sardinia, magic associations not only from Italy but also the rest ofEurope will send investigators over. Well, that said, their attention will befocused on me initially.""In the near future, you will begin to understand the authority you usurpedfrom Verethragna. The term authority refers to sacred powers originallyheld by gods. Great powers wielded by the heavenly gods. Takingpossession of such powers will not permit a human to live a normal life."Godou listened to Erica's fluent outflow of information in dumbstrucksilence.Nevertheless, he finally managed to speak up."But I should have the choice to not use that power, right?""I wonder? In my view, if you were really the type to choose that road, youwould never have fought Verethragna in the first place.""But isn't the situation completely different from yesterday?"Calming down slightly, Godou continued."The god incident is resolved, so I will return to Japan. In that case, I willsever all relations with gods, magic, and all these troublesome things--""How complacent. You've really forgotten completely, Godou."Erica exclaimed with great surprise."There was a message for you. Since this is the decree of the king whocommands the oriental divine realm, please pay careful attention -- Yourfirst enemy was the war god Verethragna, the second one is me!"Erica mimicked a certain someone's horrifyingly deep tone of voice."Very soon I will recover all my power. When that time comes, take theplace of that war god, my spears of fury will be aimed at you! Polish yoursword and wait for my arrival! ~ Basically that.""...Melqart!?"Godou cursed his stupidity. There was yet another god who hadmanifested on this island!"Yes. The Phoenician divine king Melqart flew away somewhere after that.He prepares for the battle with Kusanagi Godou. The great king who boldlydeclared he would sink the island of Sardinia into the bottom of the sea ifany islanders came to interfere. The impending tragedy offers little roomfor optimism."For the sake of defeating Verethragna, Godou had made use of Melqart'spower.As Godou realized he had to take responsibility, he trembled... Oh no, wasit coming again, was he forced to battle a god again?"How about it, Godou? If you declare you will never fight a [Heretic God]again, I won't force you.""As much as I'd like to do that..."Godou sighed. Returning home at such a time was not acceptable. Even ifErica would let him go, he could not permit himself to do so."I will remain until Melqart's incident is resolved. Somehow I keep findingmyself at the eye of the storm."Godou lamented as Erica shrugged."Digging your own grave would be the appropriate expression, wouldn'tyou agree? Well then, let's head to Cagliari together. It's easier to hide indensely populated urban areas and it also facilitates informationgathering."Cagliari was the largest city on the island of Sardinia. A port town.Erica's suggestion was perfectly reasonable. Apparently she was not onlycapable of strange mischievous ideas but also rational contemplation.Naturally gifted in so many ways, rather than wasting her prodigioustalents, she really ought to put heaven's gifts to good use...At the same time as being deeply impressed by this woman, Godousuddenly realized something else."I agree with what you suggested, but is it okay for you not to go home?""Oh my, what are you talking about?""I mean going back to Milan. Weren't you sent here from Milan for amission?"Erica had mentioned her origins a number of times.She hailed from the northern Italian metropolis of Milan. A mage belongingto that secret association called the whatever [Copper Black Cross], and amember of the elite known as Great Knights or something like that. Shewas probably someone important in her uncle's organization, but Ericasounded like she was going to continue accompanying Godou."I haven't decided when to go back yet. I haven't even reported theVerethragna incident back to the association either.""Eh? Is that really okay for you to do that?""Not really. I'm neglecting my duties as a knight and even shutting off mycellphone. Nevertheless, it is necessary in light of the bigger picture.""At least give them a call. I'm sure they're quite worried about you.""If I did that, I would most likely be ordered to return. That is what I'mavoiding."Godou recalled that Erica was a promising child prodigy shouldering greatexpectations. It was doubtful that the organization would want to risk suchimportant talent in a dangerous environment."I could send out a false report, but things would be over as soon as thedeception is revealed. In any case, I have no wish to leave Sardinia fornow. Clearly when something so interesting is happening, it'd be foolish toleave the center of the action. Definitely unacceptable!"Asserting all those troublesome god-related affairs as "interesting," Ericawas surely out of her mind.Godou was once again impressed by her. At the same time, he realizedanother possibility, and secretly thanked her. Perhaps she chose toaccompany him out of concern for the clueless Kusanagi Godou.More than likely, this was only wishful thinking, but somehow Godoubelieved in it.Part 3As they set off for their destination of Cagliari, Erica wanted to reach adecision on their means of transport."Taxis... Do they even drive out to these remote rural areas? Or should wewait for a bus?""In a place like this, there's probably no more than two or three buses aday, right?"Hence, Godou and Erica walked past the bus station.Instead, they wandered around the village and chanced upon amiddle-aged Italian man who was touring around in a rental car. Afterstating their request, they managed to hitch a ride.Not knowing any Italian, Godou stayed silent and left the talking to Erica.Not only was she beautiful but also well-versed in social skills, Erica sat inthe passenger seat beside the driver, chatting amiably with themiddle-aged man.The sun had completely set. Carrying the trio, the car raced across theroad at night."...Hmm?"Sitting in the back seat, Godou was perplexed. Somehow, he was able tovaguely grasp what the two people in front were talking about ~ that waswhat he felt. In that very instant.(Where are you two going afterwards? Eh, Cagliari? As for me, I'm going totake a leisurely tour of the island's western region...)That was what he felt the man was saying.Soon after, the car reached a town called Oristano and they parted wayswith the man.The time was after nine at night. Godou and Erica checked into a little inn(with separate rooms, of course), agreeing to take the 8:30am train toCagliari the next morning....As a side note, this was when Godou first discovered Erica's habit ofsleeping in.Finding her still asleep at their appointed meeting time, Godou had toknock on her door until his hand hurt in order to wake her up.Facing the Italian mainland was the Mediterranean Sea.Situated on the surface of this peaceful and scenic body of water, theisland of Sardinia covered an area roughly the size of Japan's Shikokuisland. The entire island comprised the autonomous region of Sardinia,with Cagliari as its capital.Cagliari was an ancient port city dating back to the eighth century BCE.The seafaring Phoenicians had landed on the island and startedconstructing ports and towns."I must say, regarding the completely appalling taste of that particularconfectionery, I really need to go on a detailed diatribe."After the train arrived at Cagliari, Erica murmured repeatedly to herself asthey stepped out of the station."It couldn't be helped. If you hadn't slept in, you would've been able to eata proper breakfast."Shrugging, Godou said.The train traveled for close to an hour and a half for the journey to Cagliari.Because they did not have time for breakfast, Godou had bought somechocolate at the station's snack shop, and even prepared a portion forErica as well.The taste was terrible beyond belief. Summing up, it was too sweet. Sosweet that it made his teeth hurt.European and American confectionery were, for the most part, too sweetfor Japanese tastes. But even Erica had the same reaction. "This thingcalling itself chocolate, truly serves up a blasphemous challenge to thedefinition of strange-tasting" was her comment. Apparently, this chocolatewas universally bad-tasting beyond national boundaries.Nevertheless, the two of them still finished it without waste."Clearly if there was time, we could have bought something to eat at amore normal shop...""Ludicrous! You are speaking as if I were responsible. If you went aheadand bought what you wanted in advance, there'd be no problem!""So the option of you getting up on time does not exist!?"Erica turned her face away in disgust at Godou's retort."No, it does not! Just because you have been reborn as a god-slayer, youthink you have the right to disturb me, Erica Blandelli, during the sanctity ofmy slumber? It is an utmost privilege that neither kings nor emperors in thewhole wide world are entitled to!""You simply like sleeping in, so what's with all that justification...""Well, whatever. Even though the taste was terrible, it made theexperience interesting instead. Hence, Godou, I will not pursue the matterfurther this once. Offer me your joyful gratitude.""What's with this downward gaze of superiority... Anyway, Erica."Godou suddenly said to the girl who had too much personality:"You finished everything despite complaining about the taste, and evenwent as far to say it was interesting. So you don't actually dislike junkfood?""How could that possibly be true? Given the choice, I am the type whoalways chooses food of the best quality."With that, Erica tossed that reddish blonde hair of hers that adorned herhead like a crown."However, when there is no choice, I simply possess the special skill ofignoring the food's taste. As a knight, my body is an important asset.Regardless of the food quality, nourishment cannot be neglected.""Your body seems to have developed well in spite of everything...""Remember this well. My personal philosophy bestows greater respectupon poor-tasting food that is marked by individualistic distinction,compared to bland cuisine lacking in style. Judged by this criteria, eventhough your choice was not optimal, it was not poor either."In any case, Godou and Erica were back in Sardinia's largest city, Cagliari.An ancient seaside capital with orderly stone-built streets. Filled with thevigor of urban life, it was also host to the "casual" atmosphere possessedby tourist vacation spots."By the way, Godou. Now that we have arrived in Cagliari, the choice of'Announcing your name as the Campione and commanding the magi ofSardinia' is open to you.""Right, but that's not going to happen."Godou immediately responded to Erica's suggestion as they left thestation."Even if I've really become a Campi-whatever as you say, it doesn't feelreal to me at all.""Well, I guess the chances of people being skeptical would be too high ifwe announce the Devil King's birth before you get a grasp on yourauthority. Oh well, there's no urgency at this point. So, let's start gatheringinformation.""About Melqart, right?""Yes, that too, requires reliable and trustworthy sources of information.Contacting local magi at such a time would be standard operatingprocedure... But given a place like Sardinia, it might be difficult to findsomeone first rate who could prove useful in a fight against a [HereticGod]."Erica's murmurs prompted Godou to recall a certain someone."Then how about we contact Lucretia-san?"The Witch of Sardinia, Lucretia Zola. She was the root cause for Godou'svisit to this island, and the older friend who had offered minor guidance toGodou and Erica.After the battle against Verethragna, they had not contacted her due to thevarious busy happenings.In that case, Godou wanted to contact her as well as give her a report."In actual fact, I already called Lucretia while Godou was sleepingyesterday. To give her a report on the entire incident. At the time, she said'Since things have calmed for now, I will have a good sleep to recover myenergy. So I won't be available for now.' From the way she sounded, I'dexpect her to sleep for two or three days.""Continuously? Without even waking in between?""Yes. Magical sleep for the purpose of recovering exhaustion of the bodyand mind in as short time as possible. Such thorough rest is necessary foreliminating core fatigue, in preparation for future emergencies.""Come to think of it, Lucretia-san did mention she had exhausted hermagical power..."Godou worried about the witch as he felt impressed by Erica's attention todetail.Due to her outward appearance, it was very easy to forget the fact thatLucretia was actually quite elderly (apparently).When they parted ways, Lucretia did look rather haggard back then. Shehad gotten caught up in a fight between the two gods, Verethragna andMelqart, a week or so ago. In order to escape, she depleted all her power."Right, Lucretia also said that, if we need any assistance during this time,there's a suitable candidate. Fortunately, he happens to live in Cagliari.""Well then, let's go find him.""However, Lucretia also mentioned... This person is rather flippant incharacter, and 100% untrustworthy.""I see... Since you come with Lucretia Zola's introductions, I cannot ignoreyou."David Bianchi spoke in a manner that gave off strange pretentious airs.The current location was a mansion on a hill overlooking the Cagliariharbor and Golfo degli AngeliJ 1 ^ Like Rome, Cagliari was also a city builton seven hills and with many districts located on elevated ground.Given such a magnificent mansion built on this kind of a location, it wastruly a residence that exemplified the lifestyles of the rich.In the reception room, Godou and Erica were sitting face to face withBianchi."I am already aware of the matter of two gods descending here. I alsoknow one of them is Melqart. Based on the other god's identity as anoriental deity, I speculate him to be Verethragna, is that right?"Worthy of admiration, the mage David Bianchi spoke.He was a handsome man who appeared to be twenty-five or six in age.Dressed impeccably in a well-tailored suit, he gave off a sense of vanitylike some sort of lady-killer."Yes, based on what we heard from Lucretia, you are an outstandinggeomancist.^ We wish to employ your magical skill to help track downMelqart's whereabouts."Erica spoke in lady-like tones while Godou remained silent on the side.Having been told by Erica that her companion only spoke Japanese,Bianchi watched Godou with great interest. However, he immediatelyswitched to conversing in fluent Japanese."Well, there's no problem. It's the least I could do out of obligation toLucretia. However, I hope you can enlighten me. Is it really true thatwarlord Verethagna met his demise at Melqart's hands?""Yes, it's true. Kusanagi Godou here and I were eyewitnesses to the fact."Erica was lying.She had concealed the truth when she recounted the incident. Bianchimade an exaggerated smile after going "Hmph" with an air of skepticism."In any case, let me begin preparing for the physiognomy.^ Could youplease be patient while I get the necessary tools ready?"Saying that, he left the reception room."...Hey Erica, that Bianchi guy, isn't he kind of flippant?""...That's right. Not one to conceal his ulterior motives, he is a rathersmall-minded person, to put things delicately. But since he is said to be acapable person, let's observe the situation for now."Since the two of them were left behind, they conversed in whispers."Since this is his home ground, it would be very disadvantageous for us asintruders to engage him in hostilities... Be that as it may, we cannot backdown.""Really? Isn't he supposed to be a powerful person?""Well, only 'so-so.' He may be considered first rate, but not to the level offuoriclasse.^ If I focus on protecting myself with my best defensive spell,Bianchi would most likely fail to breach it. With no other recourse, perhapshe would target you instead..."Erica began to stare at Godou unerringly."In that case, the target is not the one in trouble.""Eh?""Regarding matters of Devil King Campiones, I've had a number ofopportunities to learn from a certain Princess. Combined with my personalexperience -- 1 expect the result to be rather grim."Erica pronounced solemnly like some sort of prophet.Part 4After about an hour, Bianchi returned and led Godou and Erica to adifferent room.The Bianchi mansion was quite vast and its long corridors reflected thisfact accordingly. The emerald-green Mediterranean Sea was visiblethrough the windows. Thanks to the mansion's location on a hill near thesea, the spectacular view was unrivaled.Godou whispered to Erica as he walked along this corridor of the rich."By the way, what is 'geomancy'?""In terms that orientals like Godou would easily understand, it is a type ofmagic similar to 'Feng Shui.' Magical rituals that allow one to read the earthand the flow of its essence, and to manipulate them according to one'swishes. For increasing the prosperity of oneself, one's affiliations, as wellas the nation.""Ah... Feng Shui. Indeed it is fitting for the rich."Wearing yellow clothes would bring monetary fortune. Placing items atspecified auspicious locations to increase luck.Erica's explanations prompted Godou to recall the origins of the Japanese"wide show."^"When a [Heretic God] manifests, the earth at that location and its essencewill be affected greatly. Given an accomplished geomancist, it is possibleto find out the deity's latest information — location, current condition, aswell as observe where the deity might manifest next."Soon they arrived at the destination.The high ceilings stretched all the way up. The room was so spacious, atennis court could probably fit with room to spare. That was how large itwas.In the center of the room was a large marble table, with a huge "model"sitting on top of it.It was a three dimensional topographical map of the terrain surroundingthe Mediterranean. On this roughly 5m x 2m rectangular space, Spain,Italy, Greece, Turkey, the Mediterranean Sea and various North Africancountries were beautifully recreated in exquisite detail.Must be some sort of expensive hobby -- Godou concluded to himself."Well then. Let us try to track down the 'presence' of Melqart youwitnessed."Bianchi picked up a beaker containing a brown powder."This powder was made by grinding up fragments of a jar recentlyunearthed from the ruins of the ancient Phoenician home port of Tyre."The powder was poured from the beaker onto the model.It landed exactly on the south side of Sardinia -- the location equivalent toCagliari, Godou and Erica's current position.Then the powder began to move on its own. Slithering over the model likea snake, it rushed towards the Mediterranean Sea, heading east. An evenbigger island than Sardinia lay in that direction."The island of Sicily? Melqart went to Sicily?"Bianchi nodded as Erica stared in wide-eyed surprise."Looks like it. The Phoenician's sphere of influence not only includesSardinia but Sicily as well. Perhaps in search of his identity, Melqart seeksthe root of his existence by moving to a sacred domains closer to hishomeland."The city of Tyre was apparently the stronghold of the Phoenicians whoworshiped Melqart.Tyre was located in the region known as Lebanon in modern times.Relative to Sardinia, it was in the "east" direction. I see. Godouunderstood."So that's that. But actually, I also prepared something else."Bianchi picked up a test tube containing a small amount of white powder."This powder was made from shavings of a stone tablet unearthed fromZoroastrian temple ruins dating back to the Sassanid Empire of Persia. Itwas prepared for tracking down the 'presence' of the war god of victory,Verethragna."Reversing the test tube, the white powder was poured onto the model.Even though it landed in the middle of the Italian mainland, the whitepowder began to move on its own and crossed the sea, slithering towardsCagliari, on the south side of Sardinia."Erica-kun... If the Verethragna was really killed by Melqart as you claimed,this powder should have vanished instead. However, its current state isobvious."Bianchi smiled smugly."Based on the physiognomy, Verethragna died by a human's hand.Consequently, the warlord's authority was usurped, and the new owner iscurrently in Cagliari. Most likely, that person is you."Saying that, the pretentious handsome man glared straight at Godou!"While I was making you wait, I observed the spiritual physiognomy withinthis mansion and discovered a swirling 'presence' that hung around likegunpowder. Rather than you, Erica-kun, it was a mysterious 'something'hidden in this youth here, waiting for an opportunity to rampage!""David Bianchi does not fail to see past deception. So even if this were thetruth, what problems would it pose?"Erica declared with absolute elegance and fearlessness."If Kusanagi Godou is a Campione -- the first thing you must do is bowdown to the new [King] and express congratulations to his ascension to thethrone, offering your utmost fear and respect.""Yes. Indeed that is correct."Convinced by a beautiful girl younger than him, Bianchi smiled wryly."I've had this notion for a very long time. Indeed, Campiones are those whohave slain gods. However, do you really believe they are all worthy ofbeing [Kings]? Our king -- Salvatore Doni is a perfect example. Who couldbelieve he is such a great idiot, an utter moron!"A certain Mr. Salvatore. So the sixth god-slayer is an Italian? But whatdisrespectful words. Would Erica, who keeps insisting on reverence to theking, get angry as a result? --Those were Godou's thoughts."Well, Sir Salvatore is one of a kind. You can't really generalize from oneexample."Unexpectedly, Erica did not show any intention to object."Only the sword. He is a man who has utterly no merit in anything otherthan the sword, right? Even if it is said that no amount of spells will work,provided we have the intent -- don't you think that we are able to do it?""Are you actually talking about defeating a Campione?""Correct. Just as they have slain gods, we too, can defeat Devil Kings. Atleast, when my opponent is an inexperienced Campione who is full ofopenings!"Bianchi declared with absolute confidence and stared at Godou oncemore."My mastery of physiognomy is not limited to the essence of the earth butalso extends to the observation of facial contours... That boy there has nohistory of magic amongst his ancestors. Neither does he have any martialarts training nor experience on the battlefield. Usurping a god's authority ismerely pearls before swine for him."Godou could not help but feel shocked. This man was able to read thatmuch simply by observing a face? As befitted a guy versed in magic,possessing amazing but inconspicuous skills."For the purpose of proving my theory that kings are not absoluteconquerors, isn't it great that an opponent has fallen into my grasp? Hmph,kindly do humor my little wish!"Bianchi's glare gradually intensified.Immediately, Godou felt goosebumps on the back of his neck. Perhaps,this was what was commonly known as "killing intent." He could senseclearly dangerous thoughts coming from that man. It was not difficult tounderstand.Rather than the pretentious handsome mage, it was the changes in hisown body which made Godou more confused."David Bianchi... I once considered you barely a first-rate mage, butapparently I was wrong. You are merely half of that and more than likely,you'll never progress beyond this foundation."Sharp-tongued and acrimonious, the speaker was Erica beyond a doubt."Such naive notions, surely must have crossed the minds of how manythousands of magi? As expected of a man who pretends to be some sortof master inhabiting a corner of a place like Sardinia, such shallow thinkingis only fitting."Erica's sardonic tone of voice was filled with her usual magnificent flair.Unlike the times when she admonished Godou as "fool," that fleetingsense of cuteness was absent. Only words of mockery were delivered."Within prestigious associations like my [Copper Black Cross], in order toeliminate this kind of misconception and impress upon members theoverwhelming power of the kings -- or rather, ridiculous creatures for whomcommon logic does not apply, we would use anecdotes of past kings asteaching materials for a thorough education."Erica burst into a smile."But clearly you did not have this opportunity. Even though I agree withyour assessment of Sir Salvatore as an idiot, I thoroughly despise yournotion of 'possibly defeating them.' This sort of delusional dream should besaved for your eternal slumber beneath a grave!"How distinctive of Erica's style, this exquisite manner of mockery."Hmph, truly the words of one who hails from a prestigious family thatwags their tail at kings. But you are ill-advised to forget one fact. This placeis my mansion, and to you, it is enemy territory -- Prepare to die!"The instant Bianchi called out, the floor beneath Erica transformedamorphously, manifesting into a sharp and massive conical shape,extending upwards and flying as fast as an arrow.However, Erica lightly took a step backwards to evade the surprise attackfrom below."Knowest that thou art no immortal god, rememberest thy mortality as ason of man!"^As Bianchi yelled out again, Godou could sense magic activating.This was probably the strongest magic he had felt to this point. The housebegan to shake and rumble noisily."Darkness" was hanging all around Erica.A dark mist had suddenly appeared, pervading Erica's surroundings,enveloping the blonde maiden like a black cloud obscuring the shiningmoon!Godou was certain without reason. This was extremely dangerous magic.Living things that came into contact with that mist will rapidly approachdeath. Whether through the absorption of life force, incurring a fataldisease, or the stopping of the heart, Godou's instincts told him, it wasextremely vicious magic that stole life away!Godou felt some kind of switch opening in his body.You dare do something like that to Erica -- my friend! Intense flames ofanger were roused within him as ferocious fighting spirit simmered. Battlespirit made him feel as hot as burning and filled his entire body with powerfor combat.On the other hand, exposed to this malicious attack, Erica began:"For the sake of maintaining order in Rome, the Senate decreed thesuspension of imperium! O Steel of the Lion, layest thyself down as thefoundation!"Fluently she recited the incantation.In response, the magic sword of the lion, Cuore di Leone, suddenlyappeared in Erica's hand. At the same time, it transformed into a chain withten links, shining with silver luster.The chain's head and tail ends joined together to form a "circular chain."These ten chain links encircled Erica, forming a protective barrier againstthe mist of darkness."Senatus consultum ultimum, hereby decreed!"^Erica proceeded to finish the incantation and completed the spell.Godou managed to barely understand what happened. This was probablydefensive magic. Even if Bianchi went all out, he probably cannot breach it. "How's that? A protective barrier erected from the magic sword Cuore diLeone and Senatus consultum ultimum, do you have any way of breachingit?""Probably — not. But with that, you cannot attack either."Bianchi's lips displayed a twisted smile in response to Erica's challenge."A protective barrier erected using the spell of Senatus consultum ultimumis equivalent to a castle in durability. However, the spellcaster cannot takea single step out of its confines. Isn't that nice? While you protect yourself,you will be unable to guard this new Campione boy here."Godou shrank back. Clearly Bianchi's next move was going to be..."Then you're offering me a free hand to go after this boy?""Please go ahead, be my guest."Furthermore, Erica was speaking with an expression that said "By allmeans"!"The reason why Campiones are regarded as kings and conquerors -beings who have completely transcended the limitations imposed by lawsof nature, I hope you can savor the experience thoroughly. If perchanceyou survive this encounter, perhaps it would serve as a wonderful lesson."Godou gasped. It really developed as he feared."So that's the situation, Godou, I leave things in your hands. Show thatpoor ignorant fool the terror of your kind. Don't worry, I expect you to havelittle trouble."Saying that, Erica smiled glamorously.Beautiful and tempting, it was an expression that was best encapsulatedby the description, the "devil's smile."Part 5"Wait a minute, Erica, you want me to defeat that guy?""Yes, using the authority you usurped from the Persian WarlordVerethragna (even though we don't know what it is yet), there should besomething (or some pain) that should allow you to easily trample a mage ofthat level.""Don't talk about 'easily' in an emergency like this!"Godou could not help but retort against Erica's whispered suggestion.Over on the side, Bianchi was also displeased."How dare you describe me as simply being 'of that level.' You aremistaken if you think I'm a man whose only skill is geomancy. Just as yousaw, I've been through many real battles.""Anyway, what he's trying to say is 'I'm not some kind of flunkie.' Justignore him."Godou figured it out. Erica was clearly trying to instigate a fight!Angered, Bianchi was glaring at Godou severely."...The Seventh Devil King. I have no grudge against you personally, but asa man, I cannot refuse a challenge. So would you kindly have a duel withme?"Actually, you are too small-minded as a man if you get offended so easilyby mere words.Godou suppressed those words that nearly spilled out of his mouth. Whydoes that girl Erica want Bianchi to fight him? Indiscernible motives."Please be calm. Even though I slew a god, I don't even know whathappened exactly. But as you can see, I'm a pacifist. I really mean you noharm completely."With an earnest voice, Godou tried to plead his sincerity.Kusanagi Godou was a pacifist. A civilized man who did not like being inconflict with others. Even though Erica was an amazing girl, andunexpectedly noble, she was someone who could immediately draw hersword at the slightest disagreement.As fellow humans, they should first negotiate and reach mutualunderstanding."Regrettably, this has nothing to do with your pacifism. This battleconcerns something that belongs to me. Please give up and humor me... OForest!"Bianchi's strange mutterings at the end of his speech were spell words.Power — magical power was produced, making rustling noises, producingeffects, forming a "spell."Without noticing, Godou had somehow accepted and gotten used to hisnew ability to sense magical power and presences.What mysterious phenomenon will be born from this magic — ?Noticing that, Godou was rendered speechless. The wall behind Bianchiwas undergoing a "change." This was clearly a room in a mansion, but"that spot" had changed into a different scene.The wall of the mansion had disappeared, and somehow been replaced bya "dense forest."The forest was filled with flourishing vegetation and greenery. The vigorousplants did not seem like Mediterranean species and were clearly tropicalrainforest flora."This is distorting space and connecting to a rainforest somewhere!"Erica immediately informed Godou. As expected of magic, even somethinglike this could be done."Tiger! Using those immortal claws and eyes, your terror shall createbalance!"Bianchi uttered spell words again, casting new magic.That was probably a "summoning" spell. From the depths of the denseforest, two shining spots the brilliant color of emerald were approaching.Those were eyes of a beast. With yellow and black fur, that tenacious,massive, wild beast — a "tiger" indeed.An extremely massive tiger, probably weighing 300kg. Furthermore, therewas more than one.A second tiger began walking out from the depths of the forest..."Even if magic is cast on a Campione, it will be completely deflected. It's awell-known fact."Bianchi whispered. Godou finally understood.Back when spells were being cast in the storeroom, none of them had anyeffect on Godou."However, there are other avenues. Take the bones and the face forexample... Because all it requires is the appearance, techniques likephysiognomy were usable like earlier. Targeting a Campione's powerfuldivine aura, investigative magic can be used to locate them."Bianchi looked upon the two huge tigers in the room with great satisfaction."Since objects summoned by magic can cause damage, controlling theseartificial magic beasts will work — hey [King], these fellows are man-eatingtigers accustomed to the taste of human flesh and blood. No matter howpeacefully you try to negotiate, they won't listen to you."Man-eating!? Godou felt his body stiffen in fear.The two ferocious tigers followed Bianchi, growling as they stared atGodou with their resplendent eyes. At the same time, they snarled andground their teeth, saliva flowing from their mouths.Truly beasts summoned by magic. They seemed to be waiting for the orderto attack.Was there no way to escape!? As Godou glanced at the exit, the steel doorclosed itself shut with a crash. Immediately, the click of a lock could beheard.This also seemed to be magic. Godou had a hopeless feeling.Locked in a room with two man-eating tigers, it really seemed like ahopeless situation. What should he do? How could he win against thesethings!?— Seek victory in earnest, with raging battle spirit. Godou proceeded towhisper:"I am the strongest, holding all victory in my hands..."Muttering, as if talking to himself."All evil-doers, tremble before me. The powerful but unjust cannotvanquish me."Further muttering. This was scripture that Verethragna had once chanted.The god of victory sleeping within Godou — the power, usurped from thatyouth and now inherited by Godou, told him the spell words.Godou dispelled the tigers' existence from his mind and closed his eyes.Appearing in the depths of his vision were ten forms.The first was a gust of wind. Next was a bull. Then a white stallion. Acamel. A boar. A glorious fifteen-year-old youth. A high-speed flying bird ofprey. A ram. A goat. And finally, a warrior wielding a golden sword — !"I am Verethragna, destroyer of obstacles! The strongest guardian with themost victories under his belt! I seek battle! I seek a formidable foe to bringme defeat!"Loud and clear, that youth's voice. Godou heard it once again after a day.I see. So this is that guy's authority? I should use this to fight!"Godou, watch out!"Hearing Erica's warning, Godou sprang into action, his eyes still closed.He evaded the attack by jumping sideways. Only then did he open hiseyes. Relying on vision would have been too slow, that was what hisinstincts told him.One of the man-eating tigers had jumped to where Godou was previouslystanding.Its ferocious teeth only caught air. It was a splendid evasion. However, thetigers still remained. The other tiger pounced ferociously at Godou who stillhad not recovered from his jumping posture.A massive tiger weighing over 300kg. Yet its huge body was flexible andagile.It charged forward with speed far surpassing humans. But most incredibly,Godou was able to watch its charge very clearly — not only could hediscern it, he could also dodge it.Godou already had excellent dynamic vision originally.Thanks to that, in his past baseball days, he was able to hit averagefastballs. At peak condition, he could even see the ball trajectory clearly.— What he saw now felt similar to back then.Ultimately, an average middle school student's fastball was on acompletely different level compared to that of a charging man-eating tiger.But then again, there was no time to ponder such a question. Godoucrouched down.Rolling on the floor like a log, he evaded the tiger's attack. Though it wasundignified, he did not care. It was fine as long as it worked."What!?"Seeing Godou's sudden agility, Bianchi was shocked.This guy was not as incompetent as Erica described. Godou suddenlyconcluded without reason. If the blonde beautiful female knight wasassigned a score of ten, that guy should be around six or so.Godou proceeded to glance at Erica.She was giving that look again. An expression full of interest, as ifobserving a newly discovered rare beast.— This was what that girl wanted to see?Figuring out the intentions of his "partner," Godou was speechless. She'struly like a devil! For the sake of investigating the power and constitutionGodou had obtained, Erica deliberately incited Bianchi.Godou supported himself with his hands against the wall and stood up.Danger had yet to pass. If he continued rolling on the floor, it would be likean invitation for the tigers to attack. He suddenly noticed at this time.Eh? In my current condition, perhaps... A sense of certainty suddenlysurfaced.Then he carefully examined the artificial tigers.This sort of strong and wild tiger, could not possibly exist in nature. But theman who had usurped [Victory]'s authority, held the power to match thatkind of strength —Pushing with both hands against the wall, Godou imagined the wall'scollapse. Gritting his teeth, he began to yell."Gun — Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"This scene could only be described as ludicrous.The "wall" crumbled and collapsed from Godou's mighty push.This mansion's wall — the one opposite to where Bianchi was standing,and the stone wall connected to the forest. With a clattering sound, itcollapsed from Godou's arm strength.No, this unyielding might could not have been produced from arm muscles.A terrifying and massive power was being transmitted from the ground thatGodou stood on. This sacred might was produced from the essence of theearth.This power was indeed Verethragna's second incarnation, the [Bull].Godou finally understood."Tsk. No matter how strong you are, there's no meaning without battletechnique. Go!"Bianchi ordered the tigers.Godou swiftly went outside the walls — to the garden of the house. For noparticular reason. He simply felt like it, which was why he deliberatelydestroyed the wall.Furthermore, he immediately realized there was some truth in what Bianchisaid.Godou's survival instincts and ability to evade danger had been explosivelyamplified by his becoming a Campione. Nevertheless, continually runningaway from the two man-eating tigers was not an easy task.Godou was soon caught, and a man-eating tiger's jaws closed down uponhis left shoulder."Ouch! That huuuuuuuurts!"Godou cried out from the pain. Even though it hurt a lot when he wasbeaten up by Verethragna yesterday, the feeling was numbed instead dueto having few cuts. The current pain felt like the most intense Godou hadever experienced in his life.But then Godou realized.The tiger's teeth had dug into the shoulder, biting through flesh, but thebones were —The bones were strong enough to halt the sharp canines of the man-eatingtiger. Had this been his original body, the bones would have been bitten offtogether along with the shoulder and the arm."My body, did it become especially sturdy?"In the end, he also discovered another fact. It was extremely painful. Still,pain was simply pain. If he summoned his courage, could he not endure?Besides, what was with this perfect opportunity? Godou used his free rightarm to grab the throat of the biting tiger.Even with monstrous strength, a human could not possibly win a fightagainst a wild beast.Completely outclassed in agility and speed. Even a world champion boxercould not hope to win a fistfight against a tiger.But in a situation where one was being bitten like this, all it took was areach of the arm.Guuuuuuh!? The tiger began to groan as if puzzled.It was only natural. Because its throat was being held by the [Bull]'s mightystrength. And then crushed.Godou crushed the tiger's throat along with its vertebrae. In that instant,the man-eating tiger's gigantic body scattered into yellow and blackparticles, collapsing like sand. So that's what artificial lifeforms looked likewhen they died...Godou turned to look at the remaining tiger.He could once again use himself as bait, but he noticed he still had otherincarnations he could use. The pain from his body infused Godou with newstrength.The incarnation that could only be used when heavily injured. Ferociousand strong, the mighty [Camel] incarnation!Immediately, the man-eating tiger pounced.Godou jumped at the same time. Due to abandoning the [Bull] and takingthe [Camel]'s form, the previous monstrous strength was gone. But thatwas not a problem at all!With one quick motion from his left leg, his knee slammed hard into thetiger's face.Its skull and face shattered at the same time, the tiger began tohyperventilate. Immediately it crumbled like sand. This combat sense,destructive kicking ability, and jumping power were all bestowed by the[Camel] incarnation."Say, now that you've seen all this, isn't it about time for you to stop — "Godou tried his utmost to sound friendly.His face paled, Bianchi cried out "Darkness!" The dark mist surroundingErica began to move and entangle Godou.The mist was rather cool and breezy. It actually felt kind of pleasant sinceGodou's body had heated up from battle."...Sorry, looks like it's not working."Godou spoke gently once again. Trying to speak in such a manner actuallytook more effort than before.Bianchi cursed "Bastard!" and threw out some kind of object.It smelt like sulfur and looked like limestone."Gun!?"For an ordinary human, it was probably an item that would produce tragicresults like grenades or dynamite. However, the magically created heat,pressure, and explosion disappeared as soon as it touched Godou."Guh... Monster!"Bianchi finally turned his back to Godou. Once again he took out a piece ofthat kind of limestone and threw it at the walls of the mansion's garden.Jumping through the opening created by the explosion, he escapedoutside."Well, given his boastful words previously, ending things soanticlimactically is rather fitting."Having released the chain barrier, Erica approached.She must have decided there was no longer a threat once the spellcasterhad left and the mist disappeared."What are you going to do, Godou? Insist you're a pacifist and let him offwithout saying a word?""Why do you have to ask me something like that?""I can't see that kind of generous expression on your face. Aren't yourather mad?"Godou nodded at Erica's accurate assessment."If treated that way, isn't fighting back perfectly reasonable?""Even as a pacifist?""Pacifism and non-resistance are not the same. I'm not a saint likeMahatma Gandhi. I'm not someone who can turn the other cheek when myleft cheek is struck."Godou muttered as he stepped outside over the collapsed wall.Bianchi's mansion was built on a hill overlooking the Cagliari harbor andGolfo degli Angeli. The emerald-green Mediterranean Sea could be seenfar out in the distance. Walking downhill from the path before the mansionwould reach the Cagliari harbor where Godou had visited a few daysearlier.Bianchi was currently running as quickly as he could along down this path.He was rather fast. If this continued, he would run directly to the harbor.But Godou became aware of something at this time.Within his body, there was a voice whispering softly to him.— Destroy. If my power is used, that thing will be gone in an instant...A black beast cried out from the depths of his heart. But Godou shook hishead. Stop. This must be something like the whispers of the devil.But then, Erica suddenly clutched her chest and knelt over."What's wrong, Erica?""M-My chest hurts. It seems like I didn't defend completely againstBianchi's spells. Due to that darkness, my heart almost stopped..."Seeing the profile of the beautiful girl's face distorted in pain, Godou feltlike his heart was exploding. He glared severely at Bianchi's back.ROOOOOOAAAAAAR. The beast in his heart cried out in turn. Should thisbe done!?"Go! Take him out!"Godou cried out naturally.In that instant, the ground beneath Bianchi turned a murky pitch black ashe ran for his life. A massive beast burst forth from that location andcharged!ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARMIt was a massive [Boar]. Roughly 20m in length or so.Its fur was black. Exceptionally ferocious, its face was hideous and couldonly be described as fearsome. Two long tusks protruded out from thesides of its mouth, as sharp and as wide as massive grand blades.This was Verethragna's fifth incarnation, the [Boar]'s first summoning.Godou remembered. This was the monster that rampaged through theharbor the first day he came to Sardinia!The [Boar] charged ahead at this time. With fearsome speed andmomentum, it crashed towards Cagliari's harbor. Bianchi was almosttrampled to death but managed to make a desperate jump to the side,burying his face in mud, trembling nonstop at his narrow escape.Then all sorts of things happened.First of all, Erica casually stood up as soon as she saw the black monster."Hoho. Looks like the authority you usurped from Verethragna can take onmany different forms."That was what she said. Godou had been completely played for a fool.Furthermore, when he heard the words "that thing will be gone in aninstant," "that thing" was not referring to Bianchi but the Cagliari harbor upahead.The [Boar] delightfully (from what Godou could tell) rushed at the theharbor it had attacked several days ago as one of Verethragna's avatarsthat had split from him.The monster's massive black body pranced about with joy. Charging,crashing, rapidly destroying the buildings and harbor facilities around it.Godou clutched his head in his arms, furiously yelling out "Idiot! Stop!"The [Boar] screamed as if displeased with the order.Even so, it continued to rampage, until it finally stopped after ten minutesor so, retreating into the ground as suddenly as it had appeared.Fortunately, the [Boar] only destroyed uninhabited warehouses andfacilities, and casualties were miraculously zero.Nevertheless, Godou deeply regretted his recklessness.From this point onwards, who knew how many more times he was going toexperience regret like this?References1 . t Golfo degli Angeli: the Gulf of Angels, large bay in southernSardinia, facing the TyrrhenianSea. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golfo_degli_Angeli2. t Geomancy(itkJ@1$r): literally "earth divination," a method ofdivination that involves interpreting markings on the ground or patternsformed from tossed handfuls of soil, rocks, orsand. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geomancy3. t Physiognomy(ilJI): an assessment based on the outerappearance of a person, object, orterrain. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physiognomy4. t Fuoriclasse: Italian for unrivaled orunequaled. http://en.wi ktionary.org/wiki/fuoriclasse5. t Wide show: a type of current affairs and entertainment programon television.6. t A reference to the Latin phrase "Memento mori," meaningremember your mortality. An artistic theme dating back toantiquity. http://en.wi kipedia.org/wiki/Memento_mori7. t Senatus consultum ultimum: Latin for "Final decree of theSenate," a decree of the Roman Senate during the late Republicpassed in times ofemergency. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senatus_consultum_ultimum

Chapter 1 - A Devil King is Born...?Part 1By the time he realized it, Godou already found himself imprisoned -- as forthe cause, perhaps it was rather out of the blue.Now that he thought about it, everything started four days earlier.It was during the spring break when he was about to enter high school,Godou visited Italy's Sardinia in his grandfather's place. There, heencountered the handsome amnesiac youth, Erica the knight and mage,as well as the witch Lucretia Zola-All individuals possessing strange and incredible powers.Furthermore, Godou encountered "gods."Meeting a god, conversing with a god, fighting a god, obtaining victory...Something like that.After using the [Secret Tome of Prometheus], his consciousness had gonefuzzy and he could not recall what happened afterwards.However, he could still vividly recall his friend, the youth standing amidstflames. His joyful smile, his sharp eyes carrying an expression of regret,and those parting words."Kusanagi Godou, I grant my blessing to thee who has been reborn as thenew god-slaying king!"Even on the verge of death, his voice was very clear and distinctive.The youth's entire charisma as a "hero" was overflowing there."Thou art the first person to usurp mine -- the authority of the god ofvictory! Becomest stronger than anyone else! Until the day I shall fight theeagain, possessest my undefeatable body!"Even though I didn't quite understand, that was what he told me.He displayed such mettle and battle spirit for a rematch, even as he lay ondeath's door.Indeed that was his true nature. This Persian Warlord of old, using the tenincarnations to fight, protecting the people, worshiped as the undefeatedvictorious hero, only Verethragna could have fitting final moments likethese.Hence.Kusanagi Godou's life was in peril. Then he lost consciousness.Several hours passed.Even though the battle against Verethragna took place around the hours ofdawn, Godou took until noon to wake up. Erica immediately came to hisside.Erica told him they had left the ruins that had been used as the battlefieldand come to a nearby village. Erica fortuitously found a four-room inn,gotten a room, and placed the unconscious Godou on the bed."Acting so reckless, and yet he's still alive... Recovering so quickly in suchshort time, sure enough--"Hearing Erica mumbling on the bedside, Godou was puzzled.Severely beaten up by Verethragna, and even struck by the decisivelightning attack. Due to using the [Secret Tome of Prometheus], both hisbody and brain had felt scorching hot as if on fire.Dying then and there was only natural.Getting up from bed and examining his body, Godou began to mutter."I've really recovered. I, could I be dreaming?"Blunt trauma, broken bones, abrasions, bleeding, burns, rupturing ofinternal organs, high fever, etc.Unable to find any trace of the unbearable pain, Godou only found acompletely healthy body instead. Furthermore."...Eh."Swinging his right arm unintentionally, he found the feeling slightly strange.Godou had injured his right shoulder last summer, forcing him to quit thesport of baseball to which he had devoted himself for many years."Strange..."Moving his right shoulder back and forth, he could not feel anythingunusual. It moved very smoothly.In addition, he noticed something else.He was extremely hungry.His stomach was growling and rumbling, causing a commotion, demandingfood and nutrients."Hey Erica, you got anything to eat?""If there are restaurants nearby, I can order takeout. But Godou, weren'tyou on the verge of death? In my opinion, you shouldn't eat anything thatcould strain your stomach."This was most sensible advice, but Godou declared loudly."No problem! I currently feel like I could even digest my own shoes! Bring iton!"Thirty minutes later. Godou was wolfing down all sorts of food that Ericahad brought.There were several paninis made from pork, chicken and springvegetables. Boiled sausage. Prosciutto ham.Thick slabs of horse meat steak. Steamed vegetables topped withhand-made mayonnaise style sauce.Rabbit meat stewed with vegetables. Mineral water. Orange juice. Wine.Etc.Grabbing food continually and stuffing them in his mouth, Godou chewedwith relish, swallowing in huge gulps. At any rate, seeking nourishmentwas first priority-Erica stared at Godou as if he was driven to eat and drink by someunknown force. An expression like she was observing some newlydiscovered rare species, deep in thought..."By the way, I forgot to do something. I'll be right back."Staying no longer, Erica left the room.Godou simply gave a quick nod in response and continued his quest fornourishment, sweeping all the food away. Greatly satisfied, he lay on thebed once more.Now that nutrients had been replenished, it was time for rest, sleep -Sensing the entreaties of the body, he did as told without hesitation. In anycase, it was time for sleep and recovery of energy. For the sake of abattle-ready body...Having slept for who knows how many hours, it was time to wake up.Godou found himself imprisoned."You're awake.""Well then, let's begin with the interrogation."A quiet gloomy voice suddenly spoke.Godou found himself lying on something soft, with both his hands and feetrestrained."Hey, hey! What is this? What do you intend to do to me!?"Godou complained as he surveyed his surroundings.He seemed to be inside a barn of some countryside farm. Stacks of haywere lying all around, and in fact, Godou had been sleeping on one ofthem. Both his wrists and ankles were bound by iron shackles.In addition, looking down at Godou were two men in cosplay, each dressedin a gray robe.They resembled actors from a blockbuster movie, like Jedi Knights in somekind of space odyssey or magi from a fantasy movie.Since their hoods were pulled down completely, the men's faces could notbe seen."I am a Japanese tourist and I don't think I deserve to be treated like this.Are you people sure you didn't get the wrong guy!?""...No. You are the right one."One of the men answered quietly to Godou's protests, in fluent Japanese.However, what little of his face that could be seen in the depths beneaththe hood, was clearly a Caucasian face."You must be Kusanagi Godou,' right? We already received the news.Erica Blandelli the knight of Milan and the youth named Kusanagi hadbeen wandering all over Sardinia."To Godou's surprise, they even knew about Erica. The man turned hissomber gaze towards Godou."...Trying to get to the bottom of our affairs is pointless. All I can say is thatwe are members of an ancient magic association. For the past week or so,we have been investigating the 'god' which had suddenly manifested."Godou was greatly shocked. God. Did they really mean Verethragna?"Erica Blandelli and the youth from Japan. Apparently traveled all over theplace in pursuit of the god's trail. Then finally this morning, the god'spresence suddenly vanished, and stability returned to the island..."So the battle really happened after all.Befriending that youth, having a battle to the death, and finally parting insuch short time.Recalling this incident, Godou felt a scorching sensation in his chest. Themen suddenly continued:"Under such conditions, we feared one possibility. Perhaps, the god whomanifested on Sardinia had been defeated by Erica Blandelli, and shewould be reborn as a 'Campione!'"VErica defeated a god? And became what?"Now that I think about it, that girl Erica did mention something similar--"Just before the impending battle against Verethragna, he had aconversation with Erica.Godou remembered clearly the word "Campione" being mentioned then."Oh, looks like you've got a clue. We hope you can explain carefully indetail..."One of the hooded men said to Godou softly."The [Heretic God] manifesting on Sardinia on this occasion is a veryimportant divinity for our [Church of the Eastern Magi] and could bringabout revelation. Very likely, it is the god of victory, Verethragna..."These people are associated with Verethragna!? Godou was shocked."If Miss Erica slew the war god we worship, it would be a very serioussituation. We will have to bear the full force of our association down on herin order to avenge the god!""So, boy. This is the situation. Tell us where Erica-san is located rightnow!""If you decide to be stubborn, we have ways of making you talk!"Noisily talking at the same time, they threatened."Y-Yes I know about that alright. But by the time I woke up I was alreadyyour captive. Besides, even if I knew why would I tell you people!?"Godou yelled.It sounded like they were seeking Erica for revenge. Of course he was notgoing to cooperate with them."I see. Then there's no choice... In the name of Mithra the god of contracts,I hereby command, truth be thy only law, honesty be thy only speech,prohibited are all falsehoods."One of the men muttered suspiciously.Godou reacted with a feeling he never experienced before. The man'swords felt like they carried "power" which turned into something formlessand colorless that began to entangle Godou's body.Spell words!? This term entered his mind vaguely.If spell words truly existed, perhaps they really took effect in this fashion.But why could he sense such phenomena, why him!?"Hmm. This youth, he deflected my magic?"However, not only Godou but also the man who employed the spell wordswere surprised."He probably has some sort of protective magic guarding his body, right?Like spells for preventing the extraction of information for example, thereare various ways to handle them.""How befitting for the companion of a great knight of the [Copper BlackCross]..."Protective magic? Obviously, Godou had no idea how to use that, so itmust have been Erica who did it, right? But where on earth did she run offto -- just as he felt anxious."Then we are left with no other choice. If a reasonable methods fails, wemust resort to barbaric ways."One of the men made a very disconcerting statement."As a show of respect to the prestigious [Copper Black Cross], we willreveal our most vicious secret technique. A curse that boils the brain like aseal of death... Will be our offering to you. Even protective magic cannotstop this curse.""If you don't want to die, you'd better be a good boy and tell us everythingyou know.""Come, be out with it. Do it now before it's too late!"Godou swallowed hard.These people did not sound like they were joking. Magi were always doingthese crazy ridiculous things. He already experienced enough of that overthe past few days. However, he could not betray Erica.Godou suppressed the surfacing fear of death as he glared angrily at themen."Hmm. Preparing yourself to die for the sake of friendship -- what a pity.Deprived of my blessing, whether the righteous or the bestial, all shall bebereft of luminance, and evil shall prevail!"These spell words carried "power." That was the feeling.Even though he felt it again, Godou did not know how to defend no matterhow hard he pondered. There was nothing he could use as a shield.Furthermore, there was no time left to bluff and stall for time. At this pointof no return, it was too late to regret.It was too late. Godou could feel the onslaught of the deadly curse.Clearly he had survived a battle against a god, but now he was going todie here? Really?"Even our most vicious curse has been deflected!""Unbelievable... Who is this boy...?"The two hooded men muttered in shock.It was only natural. Even though he did not know the reason, the momentthe spell words of the curse made contact with Godou's body they instantlyvanished.Then immediately."This is it, folks. To think that there actually existed people who dareattempt the foolish deed of kidnapping and confining my companion, EricaBlandelli's. Such utter lack of foresight is truly impressive indeed."Suddenly, the door to the barn flew open.Bathed beneath the rays of the setting sun, it was the gallant entrance of abeautiful girl whose fluttering reddish blonde hair adorned her like a crown.That beautiful face of hers, lustrously radiating such dominance andintellect, caused the gloomy robed men to cower back.The one who appeared was Erica Blandelli, of course. The girl whomeveryone sought.Part 2"Looks like I have no need to announce my name for a duel... I apologizefor resorting to violence, but please return this person to me."Smiling with a chuckle, Erica suddenly summoned a sword into her hand.Cuore di Leone. Possessing a slender blade shining with clear luster, themagic sword of the lion. Godou clearly recalled the magic sword that hadbeen used to great effect in the battle against Verethragna."Wait a minute, Erica Blandelli. Did you really slay a [Heretic God]?""The god-slaying Devil King -- did you become a Campione!?""Hoho, why don't you confirm the answer through battle?"Completely unconcerned with the doubts of the retreating men, Ericasmiled glamorously while she swung her sword. One flash, two flashes.Godou was rendered speechless to see her wielding her sword without anyhesitation at all.This is no historical drama, are you really trying to kill these men!? Fearand unease welled up within Godou. But fortunately, these worries wereunfounded.What Erica sliced with her sword was the "power" surrounding the tworobed men.An unbelievable presence that protected them. Cuore di Leone slicedthrough it, causing the "power" to dissipate immediately."You don't even know how to use swords, and now that you've lost yourprotective spells, you two are no match for me.""Tsk!" "Damn you!"Their power severed by Erica, the two men traced complicated patternswith their fingers.The patterns inscribed in the air produced "power," carrying some kind ofdeadly attribute. Sensing this presence, Godou was surprised again.Again. Why would I know something like that?In spite of Godou's hopeless confusion, Erica did not stop moving.She already took action before the men's "power" took effect. A gracefullydelivered high kick.Striking one of the men spectacularly in the back of his head, she knockedhim out in one hit. The other man was struck in the chest by Cuore diLeone's hilt and he fainted from the pain.The battle ended effortlessly with Erica's victory."There, it's done. Their fates will depend on luck."Erica had found a rope somewhere in the depths of the barn and tied upthe unconscious men.The sky at dusk was visible through the open door. Night was fastapproaching."These guys are probably from somewhere in the orient... Maybe affiliatedwith some religion. Probably Zoroastrianism? Verethragna belongs to thatreligion, right?"Godou inquired. The restraints on his hands and feet had been released."These guys are nowhere near that level of respectability. After all, theywere using the magic of forbidden curses. They're worthless magi,probably from some sort of ancient cult that worships the Persianpantheon.""Cult... Like those newly risen religion... That's the kind of impression Iget."The word "cult" was a rather fitting description of the two men's demeanor."Probably some association of evil alignment. I can't believe they used[Brain Destruction] magic without any hesitation.""Of evil alignment -- an evil cult, basically. Well said... But wait a minute."Looking down at the unconscious men, Godou realized."Erica, I can't believe you stood back and watched them do all those thingsto me!?""I simply wanted to confirm to what extent you remain human.""R-Remain human?""Yes. Congratulations, Godou. Today marks the day of your rebirth as a'monster.' Think of it as a second birthday."Erica smiled sweetly. With such unforgettable loveliness, it was aglamorous smile as befitted Erica Blandelli.But to Godou, it felt akin to the smile of the devil Mephistopheles when herestored Dr. Faust's youth. Like a so-called elegant devil..."If you want an explanation, it's because I already know. I am completelyunworried that the magic used by humans -- even mystic techniques of thehighest level, could harm you in any way.""What do you mean? But actually, I did have this really strange feelingstarting from a while ago."During the scene just now, he had sensed "power" -- ?Could it be, that was magic? Stuff like magical power or spell words?Realizing that, Godou trembled with fear as Erica asserted with all smiles."How should I put it? Yes... You are no longer an ordinary human.Kusanagi Godou has become a god-slayer, a Campione. That's basicallyit.""G-God-slayer? Campione?""Right, didn't I tell you before the battle against Verethragna? That therewere only six god-slayers in this world. Devil Kings who usurped theauthorities of gods. Campiones. You have officially become the seventh.""Whaaaat -- !?"The robed duo had crept into the room at the inn while Godou was snoringaway soundly. Erica happened to be away at the time. In order to obtaininformation, they tied up Godou and brought him to a barn in the outskirtsof the village. Upon discovering the situation, Erica hurried over, therebyresulting in the rescue drama that occurred just now."Looks like stray magi from some small cult, acting rashly without usingtheir brains."Walking along a country road at night, Erica concluded arbitrarily.As a side note, the robed men were left behind in bondage."I agree on that point. But Erica, when you left the room back then, wereyou using me as bait?"Walking alongside the blonde beauty, Godou whispered.Oh well, it was only speculation. At the time, perhaps Erica really had toleave to do something as she claimed... That line of thinking was onlyreasonable.But another possibility occurred to Godou.Yes, take for example, what if given Erica's intelligence and keen sense,she had actually noticed the appearance of the robed men? Furthermore,she wanted to confirm Godou's current condition.Her mind of devil's...It would not be strange to suspect 'Erica had hidden herself to observewhat would happen to Godou if he were left alone.'"Calling it bait or whatever, that is such an inappropriate description. Isimply chose the most interesting and dramatic method I could think of,that's all."Contrary to expectations, Erica was proud of herself.What a strange and novel feeling it was, to completely lose all gratitude tohis savior."You, how should I put it... Your character is way not cool."Godou muttered emphatically.Recalling their first encounter, her attitude had been very displeasing backthen. However, having experienced life and death situations together withher, their distance seemed to have shrunk slightly.That was the situation. Godou began to understand a little. Erica was notsimply smart, she was utterly brilliant. On top of that, she was a terrifyingdevil.She was the kind of person whose application of her wits prioritizedpersonal amusement."Why am I always surrounded by people with weird personalities?"Godou recalled his closest family, relatives and friends.But thanks to that, he was not intimated by a woman like Erica. Eventhough she was difficult to handle, she was still a good person at heart.The fact that she was a friend remained unchanged."Whatever." Godou muttered to himself. Erica immediately spoke up."Oh my, to think that amongst Godou's acquaintances, there exist manypeople with slight resemblance to me. How broad your social circle mustbe! I'm impressed, slightly.""...Anyway, let's head back first. It's time to get some rest tonight."Impressed by Erica's positive acceptance of her weird personality, Godousuggested their next move. However, Erica shook her head."No, those two from just now might have other companions. We shouldleave this village as quickly as possible. Sure, we could take on anotherbattle, but there's no need for such unnecessary risk.""Come to think of it, you were the one they were targeting.""What are you talking about? The one being targeted is you, Godou. Youare the Devil King and the seventh god-slaying Campione."As Godou stared with wide-eyed confusion, Erica explained gently as ifinstructing a young child."Take the two-man team just now, there should be many people involvedin magic who have concluded that 'Erica Blandelli slew a god' based oncircumstantial evidence. But sooner or later, they will realize their error anddiscover the truth. The one who slew a god was actually a Japanesecompletely unversed in magic, Kusanagi Godou.""I am a god-slayer...""Yes. In order to investigate the death of the [Heretic God] who manifestedon Sardinia, magic associations not only from Italy but also the rest ofEurope will send investigators over. Well, that said, their attention will befocused on me initially.""In the near future, you will begin to understand the authority you usurpedfrom Verethragna. The term authority refers to sacred powers originallyheld by gods. Great powers wielded by the heavenly gods. Takingpossession of such powers will not permit a human to live a normal life."Godou listened to Erica's fluent outflow of information in dumbstrucksilence.Nevertheless, he finally managed to speak up."But I should have the choice to not use that power, right?""I wonder? In my view, if you were really the type to choose that road, youwould never have fought Verethragna in the first place.""But isn't the situation completely different from yesterday?"Calming down slightly, Godou continued."The god incident is resolved, so I will return to Japan. In that case, I willsever all relations with gods, magic, and all these troublesome things--""How complacent. You've really forgotten completely, Godou."Erica exclaimed with great surprise."There was a message for you. Since this is the decree of the king whocommands the oriental divine realm, please pay careful attention -- Yourfirst enemy was the war god Verethragna, the second one is me!"Erica mimicked a certain someone's horrifyingly deep tone of voice."Very soon I will recover all my power. When that time comes, take theplace of that war god, my spears of fury will be aimed at you! Polish yoursword and wait for my arrival! ~ Basically that.""...Melqart!?"Godou cursed his stupidity. There was yet another god who hadmanifested on this island!"Yes. The Phoenician divine king Melqart flew away somewhere after that.He prepares for the battle with Kusanagi Godou. The great king who boldlydeclared he would sink the island of Sardinia into the bottom of the sea ifany islanders came to interfere. The impending tragedy offers little roomfor optimism."For the sake of defeating Verethragna, Godou had made use of Melqart'spower.As Godou realized he had to take responsibility, he trembled... Oh no, wasit coming again, was he forced to battle a god again?"How about it, Godou? If you declare you will never fight a [Heretic God]again, I won't force you.""As much as I'd like to do that..."Godou sighed. Returning home at such a time was not acceptable. Even ifErica would let him go, he could not permit himself to do so."I will remain until Melqart's incident is resolved. Somehow I keep findingmyself at the eye of the storm."Godou lamented as Erica shrugged."Digging your own grave would be the appropriate expression, wouldn'tyou agree? Well then, let's head to Cagliari together. It's easier to hide indensely populated urban areas and it also facilitates informationgathering."Cagliari was the largest city on the island of Sardinia. A port town.Erica's suggestion was perfectly reasonable. Apparently she was not onlycapable of strange mischievous ideas but also rational contemplation.Naturally gifted in so many ways, rather than wasting her prodigioustalents, she really ought to put heaven's gifts to good use...At the same time as being deeply impressed by this woman, Godousuddenly realized something else."I agree with what you suggested, but is it okay for you not to go home?""Oh my, what are you talking about?""I mean going back to Milan. Weren't you sent here from Milan for amission?"Erica had mentioned her origins a number of times.She hailed from the northern Italian metropolis of Milan. A mage belongingto that secret association called the whatever [Copper Black Cross], and amember of the elite known as Great Knights or something like that. Shewas probably someone important in her uncle's organization, but Ericasounded like she was going to continue accompanying Godou."I haven't decided when to go back yet. I haven't even reported theVerethragna incident back to the association either.""Eh? Is that really okay for you to do that?""Not really. I'm neglecting my duties as a knight and even shutting off mycellphone. Nevertheless, it is necessary in light of the bigger picture.""At least give them a call. I'm sure they're quite worried about you.""If I did that, I would most likely be ordered to return. That is what I'mavoiding."Godou recalled that Erica was a promising child prodigy shouldering greatexpectations. It was doubtful that the organization would want to risk suchimportant talent in a dangerous environment."I could send out a false report, but things would be over as soon as thedeception is revealed. In any case, I have no wish to leave Sardinia fornow. Clearly when something so interesting is happening, it'd be foolish toleave the center of the action. Definitely unacceptable!"Asserting all those troublesome god-related affairs as "interesting," Ericawas surely out of her mind.Godou was once again impressed by her. At the same time, he realizedanother possibility, and secretly thanked her. Perhaps she chose toaccompany him out of concern for the clueless Kusanagi Godou.More than likely, this was only wishful thinking, but somehow Godoubelieved in it.Part 3As they set off for their destination of Cagliari, Erica wanted to reach adecision on their means of transport."Taxis... Do they even drive out to these remote rural areas? Or should wewait for a bus?""In a place like this, there's probably no more than two or three buses aday, right?"Hence, Godou and Erica walked past the bus station.Instead, they wandered around the village and chanced upon amiddle-aged Italian man who was touring around in a rental car. Afterstating their request, they managed to hitch a ride.Not knowing any Italian, Godou stayed silent and left the talking to Erica.Not only was she beautiful but also well-versed in social skills, Erica sat inthe passenger seat beside the driver, chatting amiably with themiddle-aged man.The sun had completely set. Carrying the trio, the car raced across theroad at night."...Hmm?"Sitting in the back seat, Godou was perplexed. Somehow, he was able tovaguely grasp what the two people in front were talking about ~ that waswhat he felt. In that very instant.(Where are you two going afterwards? Eh, Cagliari? As for me, I'm going totake a leisurely tour of the island's western region...)That was what he felt the man was saying.Soon after, the car reached a town called Oristano and they parted wayswith the man.The time was after nine at night. Godou and Erica checked into a little inn(with separate rooms, of course), agreeing to take the 8:30am train toCagliari the next morning....As a side note, this was when Godou first discovered Erica's habit ofsleeping in.Finding her still asleep at their appointed meeting time, Godou had toknock on her door until his hand hurt in order to wake her up.Facing the Italian mainland was the Mediterranean Sea.Situated on the surface of this peaceful and scenic body of water, theisland of Sardinia covered an area roughly the size of Japan's Shikokuisland. The entire island comprised the autonomous region of Sardinia,with Cagliari as its capital.Cagliari was an ancient port city dating back to the eighth century BCE.The seafaring Phoenicians had landed on the island and startedconstructing ports and towns."I must say, regarding the completely appalling taste of that particularconfectionery, I really need to go on a detailed diatribe."After the train arrived at Cagliari, Erica murmured repeatedly to herself asthey stepped out of the station."It couldn't be helped. If you hadn't slept in, you would've been able to eata proper breakfast."Shrugging, Godou said.The train traveled for close to an hour and a half for the journey to Cagliari.Because they did not have time for breakfast, Godou had bought somechocolate at the station's snack shop, and even prepared a portion forErica as well.The taste was terrible beyond belief. Summing up, it was too sweet. Sosweet that it made his teeth hurt.European and American confectionery were, for the most part, too sweetfor Japanese tastes. But even Erica had the same reaction. "This thingcalling itself chocolate, truly serves up a blasphemous challenge to thedefinition of strange-tasting" was her comment. Apparently, this chocolatewas universally bad-tasting beyond national boundaries.Nevertheless, the two of them still finished it without waste."Clearly if there was time, we could have bought something to eat at amore normal shop...""Ludicrous! You are speaking as if I were responsible. If you went aheadand bought what you wanted in advance, there'd be no problem!""So the option of you getting up on time does not exist!?"Erica turned her face away in disgust at Godou's retort."No, it does not! Just because you have been reborn as a god-slayer, youthink you have the right to disturb me, Erica Blandelli, during the sanctity ofmy slumber? It is an utmost privilege that neither kings nor emperors in thewhole wide world are entitled to!""You simply like sleeping in, so what's with all that justification...""Well, whatever. Even though the taste was terrible, it made theexperience interesting instead. Hence, Godou, I will not pursue the matterfurther this once. Offer me your joyful gratitude.""What's with this downward gaze of superiority... Anyway, Erica."Godou suddenly said to the girl who had too much personality:"You finished everything despite complaining about the taste, and evenwent as far to say it was interesting. So you don't actually dislike junkfood?""How could that possibly be true? Given the choice, I am the type whoalways chooses food of the best quality."With that, Erica tossed that reddish blonde hair of hers that adorned herhead like a crown."However, when there is no choice, I simply possess the special skill ofignoring the food's taste. As a knight, my body is an important asset.Regardless of the food quality, nourishment cannot be neglected.""Your body seems to have developed well in spite of everything...""Remember this well. My personal philosophy bestows greater respectupon poor-tasting food that is marked by individualistic distinction,compared to bland cuisine lacking in style. Judged by this criteria, eventhough your choice was not optimal, it was not poor either."In any case, Godou and Erica were back in Sardinia's largest city, Cagliari.An ancient seaside capital with orderly stone-built streets. Filled with thevigor of urban life, it was also host to the "casual" atmosphere possessedby tourist vacation spots."By the way, Godou. Now that we have arrived in Cagliari, the choice of'Announcing your name as the Campione and commanding the magi ofSardinia' is open to you.""Right, but that's not going to happen."Godou immediately responded to Erica's suggestion as they left thestation."Even if I've really become a Campi-whatever as you say, it doesn't feelreal to me at all.""Well, I guess the chances of people being skeptical would be too high ifwe announce the Devil King's birth before you get a grasp on yourauthority. Oh well, there's no urgency at this point. So, let's start gatheringinformation.""About Melqart, right?""Yes, that too, requires reliable and trustworthy sources of information.Contacting local magi at such a time would be standard operatingprocedure... But given a place like Sardinia, it might be difficult to findsomeone first rate who could prove useful in a fight against a [HereticGod]."Erica's murmurs prompted Godou to recall a certain someone."Then how about we contact Lucretia-san?"The Witch of Sardinia, Lucretia Zola. She was the root cause for Godou'svisit to this island, and the older friend who had offered minor guidance toGodou and Erica.After the battle against Verethragna, they had not contacted her due to thevarious busy happenings.In that case, Godou wanted to contact her as well as give her a report."In actual fact, I already called Lucretia while Godou was sleepingyesterday. To give her a report on the entire incident. At the time, she said'Since things have calmed for now, I will have a good sleep to recover myenergy. So I won't be available for now.' From the way she sounded, I'dexpect her to sleep for two or three days.""Continuously? Without even waking in between?""Yes. Magical sleep for the purpose of recovering exhaustion of the bodyand mind in as short time as possible. Such thorough rest is necessary foreliminating core fatigue, in preparation for future emergencies.""Come to think of it, Lucretia-san did mention she had exhausted hermagical power..."Godou worried about the witch as he felt impressed by Erica's attention todetail.Due to her outward appearance, it was very easy to forget the fact thatLucretia was actually quite elderly (apparently).When they parted ways, Lucretia did look rather haggard back then. Shehad gotten caught up in a fight between the two gods, Verethragna andMelqart, a week or so ago. In order to escape, she depleted all her power."Right, Lucretia also said that, if we need any assistance during this time,there's a suitable candidate. Fortunately, he happens to live in Cagliari.""Well then, let's go find him.""However, Lucretia also mentioned... This person is rather flippant incharacter, and 100% untrustworthy.""I see... Since you come with Lucretia Zola's introductions, I cannot ignoreyou."David Bianchi spoke in a manner that gave off strange pretentious airs.The current location was a mansion on a hill overlooking the Cagliariharbor and Golfo degli AngeliJ 1 ^ Like Rome, Cagliari was also a city builton seven hills and with many districts located on elevated ground.Given such a magnificent mansion built on this kind of a location, it wastruly a residence that exemplified the lifestyles of the rich.In the reception room, Godou and Erica were sitting face to face withBianchi."I am already aware of the matter of two gods descending here. I alsoknow one of them is Melqart. Based on the other god's identity as anoriental deity, I speculate him to be Verethragna, is that right?"Worthy of admiration, the mage David Bianchi spoke.He was a handsome man who appeared to be twenty-five or six in age.Dressed impeccably in a well-tailored suit, he gave off a sense of vanitylike some sort of lady-killer."Yes, based on what we heard from Lucretia, you are an outstandinggeomancist.^ We wish to employ your magical skill to help track downMelqart's whereabouts."Erica spoke in lady-like tones while Godou remained silent on the side.Having been told by Erica that her companion only spoke Japanese,Bianchi watched Godou with great interest. However, he immediatelyswitched to conversing in fluent Japanese."Well, there's no problem. It's the least I could do out of obligation toLucretia. However, I hope you can enlighten me. Is it really true thatwarlord Verethagna met his demise at Melqart's hands?""Yes, it's true. Kusanagi Godou here and I were eyewitnesses to the fact."Erica was lying.She had concealed the truth when she recounted the incident. Bianchimade an exaggerated smile after going "Hmph" with an air of skepticism."In any case, let me begin preparing for the physiognomy.^ Could youplease be patient while I get the necessary tools ready?"Saying that, he left the reception room."...Hey Erica, that Bianchi guy, isn't he kind of flippant?""...That's right. Not one to conceal his ulterior motives, he is a rathersmall-minded person, to put things delicately. But since he is said to be acapable person, let's observe the situation for now."Since the two of them were left behind, they conversed in whispers."Since this is his home ground, it would be very disadvantageous for us asintruders to engage him in hostilities... Be that as it may, we cannot backdown.""Really? Isn't he supposed to be a powerful person?""Well, only 'so-so.' He may be considered first rate, but not to the level offuoriclasse.^ If I focus on protecting myself with my best defensive spell,Bianchi would most likely fail to breach it. With no other recourse, perhapshe would target you instead..."Erica began to stare at Godou unerringly."In that case, the target is not the one in trouble.""Eh?""Regarding matters of Devil King Campiones, I've had a number ofopportunities to learn from a certain Princess. Combined with my personalexperience -- 1 expect the result to be rather grim."Erica pronounced solemnly like some sort of prophet.Part 4After about an hour, Bianchi returned and led Godou and Erica to adifferent room.The Bianchi mansion was quite vast and its long corridors reflected thisfact accordingly. The emerald-green Mediterranean Sea was visiblethrough the windows. Thanks to the mansion's location on a hill near thesea, the spectacular view was unrivaled.Godou whispered to Erica as he walked along this corridor of the rich."By the way, what is 'geomancy'?""In terms that orientals like Godou would easily understand, it is a type ofmagic similar to 'Feng Shui.' Magical rituals that allow one to read the earthand the flow of its essence, and to manipulate them according to one'swishes. For increasing the prosperity of oneself, one's affiliations, as wellas the nation.""Ah... Feng Shui. Indeed it is fitting for the rich."Wearing yellow clothes would bring monetary fortune. Placing items atspecified auspicious locations to increase luck.Erica's explanations prompted Godou to recall the origins of the Japanese"wide show."^"When a [Heretic God] manifests, the earth at that location and its essencewill be affected greatly. Given an accomplished geomancist, it is possibleto find out the deity's latest information — location, current condition, aswell as observe where the deity might manifest next."Soon they arrived at the destination.The high ceilings stretched all the way up. The room was so spacious, atennis court could probably fit with room to spare. That was how large itwas.In the center of the room was a large marble table, with a huge "model"sitting on top of it.It was a three dimensional topographical map of the terrain surroundingthe Mediterranean. On this roughly 5m x 2m rectangular space, Spain,Italy, Greece, Turkey, the Mediterranean Sea and various North Africancountries were beautifully recreated in exquisite detail.Must be some sort of expensive hobby -- Godou concluded to himself."Well then. Let us try to track down the 'presence' of Melqart youwitnessed."Bianchi picked up a beaker containing a brown powder."This powder was made by grinding up fragments of a jar recentlyunearthed from the ruins of the ancient Phoenician home port of Tyre."The powder was poured from the beaker onto the model.It landed exactly on the south side of Sardinia -- the location equivalent toCagliari, Godou and Erica's current position.Then the powder began to move on its own. Slithering over the model likea snake, it rushed towards the Mediterranean Sea, heading east. An evenbigger island than Sardinia lay in that direction."The island of Sicily? Melqart went to Sicily?"Bianchi nodded as Erica stared in wide-eyed surprise."Looks like it. The Phoenician's sphere of influence not only includesSardinia but Sicily as well. Perhaps in search of his identity, Melqart seeksthe root of his existence by moving to a sacred domains closer to hishomeland."The city of Tyre was apparently the stronghold of the Phoenicians whoworshiped Melqart.Tyre was located in the region known as Lebanon in modern times.Relative to Sardinia, it was in the "east" direction. I see. Godouunderstood."So that's that. But actually, I also prepared something else."Bianchi picked up a test tube containing a small amount of white powder."This powder was made from shavings of a stone tablet unearthed fromZoroastrian temple ruins dating back to the Sassanid Empire of Persia. Itwas prepared for tracking down the 'presence' of the war god of victory,Verethragna."Reversing the test tube, the white powder was poured onto the model.Even though it landed in the middle of the Italian mainland, the whitepowder began to move on its own and crossed the sea, slithering towardsCagliari, on the south side of Sardinia."Erica-kun... If the Verethragna was really killed by Melqart as you claimed,this powder should have vanished instead. However, its current state isobvious."Bianchi smiled smugly."Based on the physiognomy, Verethragna died by a human's hand.Consequently, the warlord's authority was usurped, and the new owner iscurrently in Cagliari. Most likely, that person is you."Saying that, the pretentious handsome man glared straight at Godou!"While I was making you wait, I observed the spiritual physiognomy withinthis mansion and discovered a swirling 'presence' that hung around likegunpowder. Rather than you, Erica-kun, it was a mysterious 'something'hidden in this youth here, waiting for an opportunity to rampage!""David Bianchi does not fail to see past deception. So even if this were thetruth, what problems would it pose?"Erica declared with absolute elegance and fearlessness."If Kusanagi Godou is a Campione -- the first thing you must do is bowdown to the new [King] and express congratulations to his ascension to thethrone, offering your utmost fear and respect.""Yes. Indeed that is correct."Convinced by a beautiful girl younger than him, Bianchi smiled wryly."I've had this notion for a very long time. Indeed, Campiones are those whohave slain gods. However, do you really believe they are all worthy ofbeing [Kings]? Our king -- Salvatore Doni is a perfect example. Who couldbelieve he is such a great idiot, an utter moron!"A certain Mr. Salvatore. So the sixth god-slayer is an Italian? But whatdisrespectful words. Would Erica, who keeps insisting on reverence to theking, get angry as a result? --Those were Godou's thoughts."Well, Sir Salvatore is one of a kind. You can't really generalize from oneexample."Unexpectedly, Erica did not show any intention to object."Only the sword. He is a man who has utterly no merit in anything otherthan the sword, right? Even if it is said that no amount of spells will work,provided we have the intent -- don't you think that we are able to do it?""Are you actually talking about defeating a Campione?""Correct. Just as they have slain gods, we too, can defeat Devil Kings. Atleast, when my opponent is an inexperienced Campione who is full ofopenings!"Bianchi declared with absolute confidence and stared at Godou oncemore."My mastery of physiognomy is not limited to the essence of the earth butalso extends to the observation of facial contours... That boy there has nohistory of magic amongst his ancestors. Neither does he have any martialarts training nor experience on the battlefield. Usurping a god's authority ismerely pearls before swine for him."Godou could not help but feel shocked. This man was able to read thatmuch simply by observing a face? As befitted a guy versed in magic,possessing amazing but inconspicuous skills."For the purpose of proving my theory that kings are not absoluteconquerors, isn't it great that an opponent has fallen into my grasp? Hmph,kindly do humor my little wish!"Bianchi's glare gradually intensified.Immediately, Godou felt goosebumps on the back of his neck. Perhaps,this was what was commonly known as "killing intent." He could senseclearly dangerous thoughts coming from that man. It was not difficult tounderstand.Rather than the pretentious handsome mage, it was the changes in hisown body which made Godou more confused."David Bianchi... I once considered you barely a first-rate mage, butapparently I was wrong. You are merely half of that and more than likely,you'll never progress beyond this foundation."Sharp-tongued and acrimonious, the speaker was Erica beyond a doubt."Such naive notions, surely must have crossed the minds of how manythousands of magi? As expected of a man who pretends to be some sortof master inhabiting a corner of a place like Sardinia, such shallow thinkingis only fitting."Erica's sardonic tone of voice was filled with her usual magnificent flair.Unlike the times when she admonished Godou as "fool," that fleetingsense of cuteness was absent. Only words of mockery were delivered."Within prestigious associations like my [Copper Black Cross], in order toeliminate this kind of misconception and impress upon members theoverwhelming power of the kings -- or rather, ridiculous creatures for whomcommon logic does not apply, we would use anecdotes of past kings asteaching materials for a thorough education."Erica burst into a smile."But clearly you did not have this opportunity. Even though I agree withyour assessment of Sir Salvatore as an idiot, I thoroughly despise yournotion of 'possibly defeating them.' This sort of delusional dream should besaved for your eternal slumber beneath a grave!"How distinctive of Erica's style, this exquisite manner of mockery."Hmph, truly the words of one who hails from a prestigious family thatwags their tail at kings. But you are ill-advised to forget one fact. This placeis my mansion, and to you, it is enemy territory -- Prepare to die!"The instant Bianchi called out, the floor beneath Erica transformedamorphously, manifesting into a sharp and massive conical shape,extending upwards and flying as fast as an arrow.However, Erica lightly took a step backwards to evade the surprise attackfrom below."Knowest that thou art no immortal god, rememberest thy mortality as ason of man!"^As Bianchi yelled out again, Godou could sense magic activating.This was probably the strongest magic he had felt to this point. The housebegan to shake and rumble noisily."Darkness" was hanging all around Erica.A dark mist had suddenly appeared, pervading Erica's surroundings,enveloping the blonde maiden like a black cloud obscuring the shiningmoon!Godou was certain without reason. This was extremely dangerous magic.Living things that came into contact with that mist will rapidly approachdeath. Whether through the absorption of life force, incurring a fataldisease, or the stopping of the heart, Godou's instincts told him, it wasextremely vicious magic that stole life away!Godou felt some kind of switch opening in his body.You dare do something like that to Erica -- my friend! Intense flames ofanger were roused within him as ferocious fighting spirit simmered. Battlespirit made him feel as hot as burning and filled his entire body with powerfor combat.On the other hand, exposed to this malicious attack, Erica began:"For the sake of maintaining order in Rome, the Senate decreed thesuspension of imperium! O Steel of the Lion, layest thyself down as thefoundation!"Fluently she recited the incantation.In response, the magic sword of the lion, Cuore di Leone, suddenlyappeared in Erica's hand. At the same time, it transformed into a chain withten links, shining with silver luster.The chain's head and tail ends joined together to form a "circular chain."These ten chain links encircled Erica, forming a protective barrier againstthe mist of darkness."Senatus consultum ultimum, hereby decreed!"^Erica proceeded to finish the incantation and completed the spell.Godou managed to barely understand what happened. This was probablydefensive magic. Even if Bianchi went all out, he probably cannot breach it."How's that? A protective barrier erected from the magic sword Cuore diLeone and Senatus consultum ultimum, do you have any way of breachingit?""Probably — not. But with that, you cannot attack either."Bianchi's lips displayed a twisted smile in response to Erica's challenge."A protective barrier erected using the spell of Senatus consultum ultimumis equivalent to a castle in durability. However, the spellcaster cannot takea single step out of its confines. Isn't that nice? While you protect yourself,you will be unable to guard this new Campione boy here."Godou shrank back. Clearly Bianchi's next move was going to be..."Then you're offering me a free hand to go after this boy?""Please go ahead, be my guest."Furthermore, Erica was speaking with an expression that said "By allmeans"!"The reason why Campiones are regarded as kings and conquerors -beings who have completely transcended the limitations imposed by lawsof nature, I hope you can savor the experience thoroughly. If perchanceyou survive this encounter, perhaps it would serve as a wonderful lesson."Godou gasped. It really developed as he feared."So that's the situation, Godou, I leave things in your hands. Show thatpoor ignorant fool the terror of your kind. Don't worry, I expect you to havelittle trouble."Saying that, Erica smiled glamorously.Beautiful and tempting, it was an expression that was best encapsulatedby the description, the "devil's smile."Part 5"Wait a minute, Erica, you want me to defeat that guy?""Yes, using the authority you usurped from the Persian WarlordVerethragna (even though we don't know what it is yet), there should besomething (or some pain) that should allow you to easily trample a mage ofthat level.""Don't talk about 'easily' in an emergency like this!"Godou could not help but retort against Erica's whispered suggestion.Over on the side, Bianchi was also displeased."How dare you describe me as simply being 'of that level.' You aremistaken if you think I'm a man whose only skill is geomancy. Just as yousaw, I've been through many real battles.""Anyway, what he's trying to say is 'I'm not some kind of flunkie.' Justignore him."Godou figured it out. Erica was clearly trying to instigate a fight!Angered, Bianchi was glaring at Godou severely."...The Seventh Devil King. I have no grudge against you personally, but asa man, I cannot refuse a challenge. So would you kindly have a duel withme?"Actually, you are too small-minded as a man if you get offended so easilyby mere words.Godou suppressed those words that nearly spilled out of his mouth. Whydoes that girl Erica want Bianchi to fight him? Indiscernible motives."Please be calm. Even though I slew a god, I don't even know whathappened exactly. But as you can see, I'm a pacifist. I really mean you noharm completely."With an earnest voice, Godou tried to plead his sincerity.Kusanagi Godou was a pacifist. A civilized man who did not like being inconflict with others. Even though Erica was an amazing girl, andunexpectedly noble, she was someone who could immediately draw hersword at the slightest disagreement.As fellow humans, they should first negotiate and reach mutualunderstanding."Regrettably, this has nothing to do with your pacifism. This battleconcerns something that belongs to me. Please give up and humor me... OForest!"Bianchi's strange mutterings at the end of his speech were spell words.Power — magical power was produced, making rustling noises, producingeffects, forming a "spell."Without noticing, Godou had somehow accepted and gotten used to hisnew ability to sense magical power and presences.What mysterious phenomenon will be born from this magic — ?Noticing that, Godou was rendered speechless. The wall behind Bianchiwas undergoing a "change." This was clearly a room in a mansion, but"that spot" had changed into a different scene.The wall of the mansion had disappeared, and somehow been replaced bya "dense forest."The forest was filled with flourishing vegetation and greenery. The vigorousplants did not seem like Mediterranean species and were clearly tropicalrainforest flora."This is distorting space and connecting to a rainforest somewhere!"Erica immediately informed Godou. As expected of magic, even somethinglike this could be done."Tiger! Using those immortal claws and eyes, your terror shall createbalance!"Bianchi uttered spell words again, casting new magic.That was probably a "summoning" spell. From the depths of the denseforest, two shining spots the brilliant color of emerald were approaching.Those were eyes of a beast. With yellow and black fur, that tenacious,massive, wild beast — a "tiger" indeed.An extremely massive tiger, probably weighing 300kg. Furthermore, therewas more than one.A second tiger began walking out from the depths of the forest..."Even if magic is cast on a Campione, it will be completely deflected. It's awell-known fact."Bianchi whispered. Godou finally understood.Back when spells were being cast in the storeroom, none of them had anyeffect on Godou."However, there are other avenues. Take the bones and the face forexample... Because all it requires is the appearance, techniques likephysiognomy were usable like earlier. Targeting a Campione's powerfuldivine aura, investigative magic can be used to locate them."Bianchi looked upon the two huge tigers in the room with great satisfaction."Since objects summoned by magic can cause damage, controlling theseartificial magic beasts will work — hey [King], these fellows are man-eatingtigers accustomed to the taste of human flesh and blood. No matter howpeacefully you try to negotiate, they won't listen to you."Man-eating!? Godou felt his body stiffen in fear.The two ferocious tigers followed Bianchi, growling as they stared atGodou with their resplendent eyes. At the same time, they snarled andground their teeth, saliva flowing from their mouths.Truly beasts summoned by magic. They seemed to be waiting for the orderto attack.Was there no way to escape!? As Godou glanced at the exit, the steel doorclosed itself shut with a crash. Immediately, the click of a lock could beheard.This also seemed to be magic. Godou had a hopeless feeling.Locked in a room with two man-eating tigers, it really seemed like ahopeless situation. What should he do? How could he win against thesethings!?— Seek victory in earnest, with raging battle spirit. Godou proceeded towhisper:"I am the strongest, holding all victory in my hands..."Muttering, as if talking to himself."All evil-doers, tremble before me. The powerful but unjust cannotvanquish me."Further muttering. This was scripture that Verethragna had once chanted.The god of victory sleeping within Godou — the power, usurped from thatyouth and now inherited by Godou, told him the spell words.Godou dispelled the tigers' existence from his mind and closed his eyes.Appearing in the depths of his vision were ten forms.The first was a gust of wind. Next was a bull. Then a white stallion. Acamel. A boar. A glorious fifteen-year-old youth. A high-speed flying bird ofprey. A ram. A goat. And finally, a warrior wielding a golden sword — !"I am Verethragna, destroyer of obstacles! The strongest guardian with themost victories under his belt! I seek battle! I seek a formidable foe to bringme defeat!"Loud and clear, that youth's voice. Godou heard it once again after a day.I see. So this is that guy's authority? I should use this to fight!"Godou, watch out!"Hearing Erica's warning, Godou sprang into action, his eyes still closed.He evaded the attack by jumping sideways. Only then did he open hiseyes. Relying on vision would have been too slow, that was what hisinstincts told him.One of the man-eating tigers had jumped to where Godou was previouslystanding.Its ferocious teeth only caught air. It was a splendid evasion. However, thetigers still remained. The other tiger pounced ferociously at Godou who stillhad not recovered from his jumping posture.A massive tiger weighing over 300kg. Yet its huge body was flexible andagile.It charged forward with speed far surpassing humans. But most incredibly,Godou was able to watch its charge very clearly — not only could hediscern it, he could also dodge it.Godou already had excellent dynamic vision originally.Thanks to that, in his past baseball days, he was able to hit averagefastballs. At peak condition, he could even see the ball trajectory clearly.— What he saw now felt similar to back then.Ultimately, an average middle school student's fastball was on acompletely different level compared to that of a charging man-eating tiger.But then again, there was no time to ponder such a question. Godoucrouched down.Rolling on the floor like a log, he evaded the tiger's attack. Though it wasundignified, he did not care. It was fine as long as it worked."What!?"Seeing Godou's sudden agility, Bianchi was shocked.This guy was not as incompetent as Erica described. Godou suddenlyconcluded without reason. If the blonde beautiful female knight wasassigned a score of ten, that guy should be around six or so.Godou proceeded to glance at Erica.She was giving that look again. An expression full of interest, as ifobserving a newly discovered rare beast.— This was what that girl wanted to see?Figuring out the intentions of his "partner," Godou was speechless. She'struly like a devil! For the sake of investigating the power and constitutionGodou had obtained, Erica deliberately incited Bianchi.Godou supported himself with his hands against the wall and stood up.Danger had yet to pass. If he continued rolling on the floor, it would be likean invitation for the tigers to attack. He suddenly noticed at this time.Eh? In my current condition, perhaps... A sense of certainty suddenlysurfaced.Then he carefully examined the artificial tigers.This sort of strong and wild tiger, could not possibly exist in nature. But theman who had usurped [Victory]'s authority, held the power to match thatkind of strength —Pushing with both hands against the wall, Godou imagined the wall'scollapse. Gritting his teeth, he began to yell."Gun — Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"This scene could only be described as ludicrous.The "wall" crumbled and collapsed from Godou's mighty push.This mansion's wall — the one opposite to where Bianchi was standing,and the stone wall connected to the forest. With a clattering sound, itcollapsed from Godou's arm strength.No, this unyielding might could not have been produced from arm muscles.A terrifying and massive power was being transmitted from the ground thatGodou stood on. This sacred might was produced from the essence of theearth.This power was indeed Verethragna's second incarnation, the [Bull].Godou finally understood."Tsk. No matter how strong you are, there's no meaning without battletechnique. Go!"Bianchi ordered the tigers.Godou swiftly went outside the walls — to the garden of the house. For noparticular reason. He simply felt like it, which was why he deliberatelydestroyed the wall.Furthermore, he immediately realized there was some truth in what Bianchisaid.Godou's survival instincts and ability to evade danger had been explosivelyamplified by his becoming a Campione. Nevertheless, continually runningaway from the two man-eating tigers was not an easy task.Godou was soon caught, and a man-eating tiger's jaws closed down uponhis left shoulder."Ouch! That huuuuuuuurts!"Godou cried out from the pain. Even though it hurt a lot when he wasbeaten up by Verethragna yesterday, the feeling was numbed instead dueto having few cuts. The current pain felt like the most intense Godou hadever experienced in his life.But then Godou realized.The tiger's teeth had dug into the shoulder, biting through flesh, but thebones were —The bones were strong enough to halt the sharp canines of the man-eatingtiger. Had this been his original body, the bones would have been bitten offtogether along with the shoulder and the arm."My body, did it become especially sturdy?"In the end, he also discovered another fact. It was extremely painful. Still,pain was simply pain. If he summoned his courage, could he not endure?Besides, what was with this perfect opportunity? Godou used his free rightarm to grab the throat of the biting tiger.Even with monstrous strength, a human could not possibly win a fightagainst a wild beast.Completely outclassed in agility and speed. Even a world champion boxercould not hope to win a fistfight against a tiger.But in a situation where one was being bitten like this, all it took was areach of the arm.Guuuuuuh!? The tiger began to groan as if puzzled.It was only natural. Because its throat was being held by the [Bull]'s mightystrength. And then crushed.Godou crushed the tiger's throat along with its vertebrae. In that instant,the man-eating tiger's gigantic body scattered into yellow and blackparticles, collapsing like sand. So that's what artificial lifeforms looked likewhen they died...Godou turned to look at the remaining tiger.He could once again use himself as bait, but he noticed he still had otherincarnations he could use. The pain from his body infused Godou with newstrength.The incarnation that could only be used when heavily injured. Ferociousand strong, the mighty [Camel] incarnation!Immediately, the man-eating tiger pounced.Godou jumped at the same time. Due to abandoning the [Bull] and takingthe [Camel]'s form, the previous monstrous strength was gone. But thatwas not a problem at all!With one quick motion from his left leg, his knee slammed hard into thetiger's face.Its skull and face shattered at the same time, the tiger began tohyperventilate. Immediately it crumbled like sand. This combat sense,destructive kicking ability, and jumping power were all bestowed by the[Camel] incarnation."Say, now that you've seen all this, isn't it about time for you to stop — "Godou tried his utmost to sound friendly.His face paled, Bianchi cried out "Darkness!" The dark mist surroundingErica began to move and entangle Godou.The mist was rather cool and breezy. It actually felt kind of pleasant sinceGodou's body had heated up from battle."...Sorry, looks like it's not working."Godou spoke gently once again. Trying to speak in such a manner actuallytook more effort than before.Bianchi cursed "Bastard!" and threw out some kind of object.It smelt like sulfur and looked like limestone."Gun!?"For an ordinary human, it was probably an item that would produce tragicresults like grenades or dynamite. However, the magically created heat,pressure, and explosion disappeared as soon as it touched Godou."Guh... Monster!"Bianchi finally turned his back to Godou. Once again he took out a piece ofthat kind of limestone and threw it at the walls of the mansion's garden.Jumping through the opening created by the explosion, he escapedoutside."Well, given his boastful words previously, ending things soanticlimactically is rather fitting."Having released the chain barrier, Erica approached.She must have decided there was no longer a threat once the spellcasterhad left and the mist disappeared."What are you going to do, Godou? Insist you're a pacifist and let him offwithout saying a word?""Why do you have to ask me something like that?""I can't see that kind of generous expression on your face. Aren't yourather mad?"Godou nodded at Erica's accurate assessment."If treated that way, isn't fighting back perfectly reasonable?""Even as a pacifist?""Pacifism and non-resistance are not the same. I'm not a saint likeMahatma Gandhi. I'm not someone who can turn the other cheek when myleft cheek is struck."Godou muttered as he stepped outside over the collapsed wall.Bianchi's mansion was built on a hill overlooking the Cagliari harbor andGolfo degli Angeli. The emerald-green Mediterranean Sea could be seenfar out in the distance. Walking downhill from the path before the mansionwould reach the Cagliari harbor where Godou had visited a few daysearlier.Bianchi was currently running as quickly as he could along down this path.He was rather fast. If this continued, he would run directly to the harbor.But Godou became aware of something at this time.Within his body, there was a voice whispering softly to him.— Destroy. If my power is used, that thing will be gone in an instant...A black beast cried out from the depths of his heart. But Godou shook hishead. Stop. This must be something like the whispers of the devil.But then, Erica suddenly clutched her chest and knelt over."What's wrong, Erica?""M-My chest hurts. It seems like I didn't defend completely againstBianchi's spells. Due to that darkness, my heart almost stopped..."Seeing the profile of the beautiful girl's face distorted in pain, Godou feltlike his heart was exploding. He glared severely at Bianchi's back.ROOOOOOAAAAAAR. The beast in his heart cried out in turn. Should thisbe done!?"Go! Take him out!"Godou cried out naturally.In that instant, the ground beneath Bianchi turned a murky pitch black ashe ran for his life. A massive beast burst forth from that location andcharged!ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARMIt was a massive [Boar]. Roughly 20m in length or so.Its fur was black. Exceptionally ferocious, its face was hideous and couldonly be described as fearsome. Two long tusks protruded out from thesides of its mouth, as sharp and as wide as massive grand blades.This was Verethragna's fifth incarnation, the [Boar]'s first summoning.Godou remembered. This was the monster that rampaged through theharbor the first day he came to Sardinia!The [Boar] charged ahead at this time. With fearsome speed andmomentum, it crashed towards Cagliari's harbor. Bianchi was almosttrampled to death but managed to make a desperate jump to the side,burying his face in mud, trembling nonstop at his narrow escape.Then all sorts of things happened.First of all, Erica casually stood up as soon as she saw the black monster."Hoho. Looks like the authority you usurped from Verethragna can take onmany different forms."That was what she said. Godou had been completely played for a fool.Furthermore, when he heard the words "that thing will be gone in aninstant," "that thing" was not referring to Bianchi but the Cagliari harbor upahead.The [Boar] delightfully (from what Godou could tell) rushed at the theharbor it had attacked several days ago as one of Verethragna's avatarsthat had split from him.The monster's massive black body pranced about with joy. Charging,crashing, rapidly destroying the buildings and harbor facilities around it.Godou clutched his head in his arms, furiously yelling out "Idiot! Stop!"The [Boar] screamed as if displeased with the order.Even so, it continued to rampage, until it finally stopped after ten minutesor so, retreating into the ground as suddenly as it had appeared.Fortunately, the [Boar] only destroyed uninhabited warehouses andfacilities, and casualties were miraculously zero.Nevertheless, Godou deeply regretted his recklessness.From this point onwards, who knew how many more times he was going toexperience regret like this?References1 . t Golfo degli Angeli: the Gulf of Angels, large bay in southernSardinia, facing the TyrrhenianSea. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golfo_degli_Angeli2. t Geomancy(itkJ@1$r): literally "earth divination," a method ofdivination that involves interpreting markings on the ground or patternsformed from tossed handfuls of soil, rocks, orsand. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geomancy3. t Physiognomy(ilJI): an assessment based on the outerappearance of a person, object, orterrain. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physiognomy4. t Fuoriclasse: Italian for unrivaled orunequaled. http://en.wi ktionary.org/wiki/fuoriclasse5. t Wide show: a type of current affairs and entertainment programon television.6. t A reference to the Latin phrase "Memento mori," meaningremember your mortality. An artistic theme dating back toantiquity. http://en.wi kipedia.org/wiki/Memento_mori7. t Senatus consultum ultimum: Latin for "Final decree of theSenate," a decree of the Roman Senate during the late Republicpassed in times ofemergency. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senatus_consultum_ultimum