A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

"Re... Requisitioning someone's life?!"

Erica Blandelli exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. A hint of tension colored her elegant demeanor.

The words sounded almost like a declaration of love, leaving Erica flustered. A surge of jealousy and indignation welled up within her, as if something precious had been stolen from her grasp. Her glance toward Alice carried an uncharacteristic chill.

Liliana, standing nearby, was far less preoccupied with such notions. Her time spent with Roy had been brief, and though she was shocked by his bold declaration, her thoughts were already spinning wildly. The young author in her imagined countless dramatic scenarios, brimming with romantic tension, straight out of a Mary Sue novel.

Alice, meanwhile, blinked in surprise. The proclamation had caught her off guard, but her experience as the former head of the Greenwich Assembly helped her recover quickly. Though her heart raced momentarily, she suppressed any outward alarm, keeping her composure intact.

After steadying herself, Alice pursed her delicate lips and smiled. "King Roy, are you confessing your love to me? A bold confession from a King deserves careful consideration, don't you think? I wouldn't dare reject it outright."

Her tone was playful, like a jest, but Roy's expression remained serious as he replied, "This isn't a confession—it's a command. It would have been fine if I hadn't seen you. But if a beauty like Alice the White Princess catches my eye, as King, I have every right to bring her into my court and surround myself with the finest."

Alice faltered momentarily, her confident demeanor giving way to a flicker of embarrassment and annoyance. She hadn't expected him to be so blatantly shameless, turning what sounded like a confession into an authoritarian decree.

"My King, this is a matter of life and love. I beg you to reconsider!" Erica interjected urgently, her tone formal yet tinged with personal concern. She stood like a minister advising an emperor, her back straight and voice resolute.

"While it's understandable for someone your age to be drawn to older women, you must resist the allure of a witch like Alice! This temptation is beneath your noble willpower."

Privately, Erica couldn't help but fume. Why does he act so serious around me and Lili, treating us like mere subordinates, yet becomes so daring around Alice? Could it be that the King prefers older women?

From an age perspective, Alice appeared to be five or six years older than Roy.

Alice's gaze darkened at Erica's comment. No woman enjoyed being reminded of her age, even if she carried herself with elegance. She threw off her blanket, stepping out of bed in her pale, feminine nightgown. Though her body wavered from long inactivity, she refused Roy's offered hand and steadied herself on her own.

"King Roy, now that you've cured my illness, I owe you a great debt. Out of gratitude, I will serve you otherwise people will call me ungrateful. But I do have one request..."

Standing by the bedside with a refined and graceful air, Alice projected the dignity of a true aristocrat.

"I know what you're going to ask," Roy said casually, raising his left hand and snapping his fingers. "The power of Eyes of Sodom has been lifted.

"Wise as you are, Princess, I'm sure you already guessed I didn't come here to kill anyone. My only goal was to coerce you into assisting me with the ritual. However, if you had refused..."

His voice softened as he smiled disarmingly. "Tomorrow's headlines in the Times of London would likely report a tragic massacre in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods."

The ominously casual tone sent a shiver down Alice's spine. She managed a bitter smile.

"As expected of a Devil King," she remarked dryly. "Your audacity is no different from that of all the other Kings. The legends of the Eastern Cult Leader speak of her cutting off ears to deny her victims her divine music and gouging out eyes to prevent them from seeing her beauty. Compared to such cruelty, your methods are almost merciful—though they strike even deeper terror."

She inhaled deeply and squared her shoulders. "Well then, King Roy, when do we leave?"

At the beginning, Alice was full of bitterness, but in the end she became eager. She excitedly controlled her body to walk back and forth, as if she was looking forward to moving around in her real body, and her noble and elegant gaze was filled with anticipation for what was going to come next.

Roy smirked. "You're as reckless as I imagined, Alice. You claim curiosity as your excuse, but it's clear you revel in chaos. Even if the world were ending tomorrow, I bet you'd be on the frontlines, marveling at the spectacle of doomsday."

Roy saw through Princess Alice's nature at a glance. She was a woman who only cared about chaos in the world. The more dangerous and chaotic the situation is, the more it would arouse her interest.

Alice chuckled softly but didn't deny his accusation. "I hope you won't slander a lady like this, King. I merely have an interest in the unknown. My motivations are far from selfish."

Her smile was sweet and elegant, yet it carried an undeniable darkness.

Without hesitation, she picked up a vintage telephone and began making arrangements. Her voice carried authority as she issued orders to her household staff and contacts across England.

"Having my physical body back has its downsides," she muttered at one point. "I can't teleport across the globe like before. To get to the Far East, I'll have to endure a long flight... how tedious."

In short order, Alice had secured a private plane and finalized her plans. Hanging up the phone, she turned back to Roy, lips curled in a coquettish grin.

"King Roy, I need to change into something more suitable for travel. I trust you'll show some courtesy and give me a moment?

"No need," Roy replied with a wicked grin. "You can change right here. Erica and Liliana are present, so I won't try anything untoward. Besides, it's better to get used to changing in front of me."

Alice's heart skipped a beat, her instincts warning her of impending trouble. "What do you mean by that?"

Roy's grin widened. "Your condition isn't something one dose of my authority can completely cure. You'll need ongoing treatments—treatments that involve intimate physical contact. For a full recovery... well, let's just say we may need to get even closer."

You can't give in to a woman like this and must take the initiative, otherwise you would probably be led around by her pace. No wonder that Black Prince was helpless with her.

Of course, these treatment methods are all fake. His authority can be activated with slightest physical contact, but Roy wants to play the role of Demon King for once and completely abandon his past values so as to learn the methods of his father.

His brazen words left Erica and Liliana flustered and speechless. Alice bit her lip, her silver-blue eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and resignation.

In the end, she could only sigh and begin unbuttoning her nightgown, her pale fingers moving with reluctant grace.

Roy's wilfulness left her with little choice.

…

In the heart of the Alps, an old man sipped tea by a roaring fireplace. Despite his white hair and wrinkles, he exuded vitality. His green eyes gleamed with the predatory sharpness of a wolf.

"My new kin certainly knows how to stir the pot," he mused aloud. "First, that swordsman brat took what was mine two years ago. Now this upstart dares to claim my plaything for himself."

The elderly gentleman set down his cup and stretched leisurely. "I suppose it's time I reminded these young ones to respect their elders."

He was in good shape, in good spirits and was dressed like a kind old gentleman.

"…But I still have to thank that boy for his efforts. The little girl living in England is now able to move. If she is included, my new ritual would not have to wait a few more years. It could be done now."

He gestured to his attendants. "Prepare the plane. It seems the fun is about to begin."

…

Meanwhile, in the English countryside, a dashing young man who looked like an aristocrat read a report in a small art gallery. His handsome face betrayed no emotion, but his hand crumpled the paper into a tight ball.

For reasons he couldn't explain, he felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.