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The King of Italy had once again accomplished the great feat of godslaying.
Without a doubt, this was news that could make those in the know within the magic world tremble.
And there was no intention of blockading this news. In just one day, it was spread far and wide by those with ulterior motives, the magic society under the command of the Hero-King Gilgamesh, until everyone knew.
Of course, it was only known to everyone in the magic world.
Therefore, this news naturally reached the hands of that idiot, no, the Sword King.
In the station of a remote town in Italy, a cheerful young man, whose sunny disposition could be seen from his handsome face, was definitely not the type who could 'smile while drawing a longsword to cut people down.'
The blond-haired boy, or rather, young man would be more fitting, was currently sitting in this empty station, boredly flipping through the intelligence he had just obtained from those fear-filled magicians.
This slightly frivolous fellow was leaning back on the chair, casually opening the thick set of documents, and then, he began to read through them at an extremely high speed.
This wasn't because he, as a Campione, possessed talent in this area, nor could one expect this fellow to use magic for assisted reading.
The reason he was flipping through the documents so quickly was simply because,
"Oh dear, there really are no pictures. Reading these dull words is really troublesome. So many words, how long will I have to read this!"
Doni sighed softly. However, at the same time, a heavy chuckle was heard from beside him.
It was a man dressed in a waiter-style suit, a man like an English butler.
Whether from his impeccably neat suit or his gleaming leather shoes, in some respects, he could indeed rival Liliana.
Of course, perhaps, in other aspects, it was the absolute opposite.
For example, in his treatment of the king he served.
It was a chuckle without a trace of concealment, disdain without a trace of concealment.
Then, the words he spoke undoubtedly cast him out from the identity of 'butler.'
"As expected, still so foolish, still so unmindful. Calling you foolish is truly an understatement, Mr. Tardigrade!"
Using a certain microorganism with tenacious vitality to evaluate the king he pledged allegiance to, he seemed to show not a single shred of respect.
Or perhaps, this idiotic fellow named Doni didn't care about these things at all.
"Ah, Andrea, just spare me. Such a stupid errand is not something a swordsman should be doing."
The most obvious words, like those of a hot-blooded idiot, came from the mouth of this Campione, one of only seven such individuals in the world.
"Anyway, you're just looking for a fight with that man and gathering intelligence in advance, right?"
Andrea shook his head. Perhaps he had known from the beginning that Doni had nothing to do with the word 'wisdom.' He chuckled faintly.
"Give up. That man has already slain his second Heretic God. If you go now, you probably won't achieve anything. Italy isn't that important to us anyway, so it's fine to leave it to him."
Andrea tried to persuade him, but it was as if he had targeted the wrong person from the very beginning.
Sure enough, the young man named Doni spoke in a delighted tone, uttering words that he couldn't comprehend.
"No, it's precisely because of this, this is how it should be! Only this man is qualified to be my enemy!"
He spoke in his characteristic cheerful tone, as if everything was not worth mentioning.
Perhaps, even if the opponent was a Demon King of the same rank, or some even more powerful entity, he would still charge forward and slash fiercely with his sword.
Simply because he was merely a swordsman.
To feed the sword with one's body, naturally, whether it was will or temperament, both would become as sharp as a longsword, equally fearless.
"You still don't understand. In short, I will not allow it. Our declaration of abandoning Italy has long been issued."
Andrea said faintly, completely unaware of what he was about to face.
"Ha, I knew it would be like this."
Doni said with a light laugh, a sly smile on his face that had never appeared before.
"That's why I've arranged for these kind people, these fellows called kidnappers, to come and play with you."
He spoke in a mischievous tone, and at the same time, a group of dozens of people arrived from outside the station.
Andrea looked, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Those were all experts at the 'Great Knight' level, experts on par with him, all famous powerhouses in Europe.
They looked at Andrea with apologetic expressions, but each one was indeed rubbing their fists, eager for action.
No matter how idiotic Doni himself was, it couldn't change the fact that these magicians and Great Knights were indeed his subordinates.
"Well then, I'll go issue the challenge first. Andrea, have fun!"
Doni left nonchalantly, ignoring his butler's resentful curses.
Now, for the great Sword King, battle was truly the top priority!
And at this moment, on the plane flying from Sardinia to Milan, the King and the Knight were once again savoring the mellow aroma of fine wine.
No, perhaps it was just Gilgamesh bullying Liliana.
This was a private jet under the Bronze Black Cross, undoubtedly, the epitome of luxury.
Whether it was the cabin, wrapped layer upon layer in exquisite scrolls of painting, or the most expensive furnishings, all without exception displayed the wealth of the Bronze Black Cross.
Naturally, Gilgamesh, leaning lightly on the sofa, his crimson snake-like pupils half-closed, was contentedly swirling the viscous, blood-red liquid in his cup.
The rich, strong aroma of the wine permeated the cabin, carrying an intoxicating scent that involuntarily lured everyone.
However, at this moment, it wasn't just about tasting fine wine.
Just now, Gilgamesh had completely mastered his own Authority.
It was an Authority named 'Royal Demesne.'
Extremely simple, like the 'Golden Sword that Rips Divine Authorities,' a golden barrier that permeated the world.
Its effect was also simple: all individuals whose strength was too far removed from Gilgamesh's would temporarily lose their power. And even those who were close or surpassed him could have the majority of their strength easily suppressed.
What was even more terrifying was that within this barrier, all Heroic Spirits belonging to him would gain extremely high immortality. No matter what kind of damage, they could recover instantly, and they no longer had the weakness of a 'Spiritual Core.'
At the same time, all attacks from either Gilgamesh or the Heroic Spirits would be imbued with a 'Godslaying' effect, capable of neutralizing divine power and damaging Divine Authorities.
However, just as he was lost in thought, Gilgamesh seemed to sense something.
"Damned mongrel!"
Gilgamesh frowned slightly, his delicate brows knitting. In his hand, a Spiritual Core was rapidly condensing.
This meant the death of a 'Heroic Spirit Knight.'
It also meant the arrival of a powerful enemy.
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