The sacred right side of a certain manga Chapter 046

The Compilation Committee of Official History, Japan’s largest organization, was jointly established by the state and numerous prominent families from the mystical world. Its primary function was to manage the order of the entire Japanese magic community. The Tokyo branch in Kanto and the Kyoto branch in Kansai were the most powerful departments within the Compilation Committee of Official History.

In an office at the Tokyo branch, a woman who appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with short hair and a beautiful, boyish appearance, sat at the head of the table. Below her sat the leaders of all the critical departments of the Tokyo branch.

The woman’s name was Sayamiya Kaoru, the heiress of the Sayamiya family, a prominent family in Japan’s mystical world. The high school freshman had recently been promoted to the head of the Tokyo branch of the Compilation Committee of Official History and was currently holding an emergency meeting.

“Director Sayamiya, this is the information we just received. The new ‘King,’ Lord Roy Crowley, from the Vatican in Italy, has arrived at Haneda Airport with his two knights and Princess Alice of Europe. They are currently on their way to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Tokyo.”

Amakasu Touma, a man in his late thirties or early forties, was giving the report. He was Sayamiya Kaoru’s capable subordinate, serving as the external liaison for the Tokyo branch.

“Amakasu-kun, did the Compilation Committee of Official History not send anyone to welcome the ‘King’s’ arrival?”

“The new ‘King’ did not notify the authorities of his arrival in Japan. We also did not dare to overstep and welcome him. If the ‘King’ were to think we were constantly monitoring him, that would be a huge problem.”

The nonchalant man replied with a flippant tone.

“Hmm, you did well in that regard. Since the ‘King’s’ knights did not proactively inform us, it means the ‘King’ does not wish to be disturbed… I also have another piece of information. That most ancient Demon Lord, the Marquis, also arrived in Japan not long ago.”

Sayamiya Kaoru took a deep breath, her tone gradually becoming serious.

“Wha—what?! Why would two ‘Kings’ suddenly descend upon our small island nation?!”

Amakasu Touma, who had been nonchalant, suddenly changed his expression drastically. The entire meeting room became chaotic, with people discussing animatedly, their faces filled with fear. Japan did not have its own God Slayers, and the arrival of two God Slayers was undoubtedly a catastrophic earthquake for Japan, especially since these two God Slayers did not have the best reputations.

“News from the Greenwich Sage Council states that the new ‘King’ abducted Princess Alice from the Duke of Godolphin’s residence in London. After that, the new ‘King’ came to Japan. At the same time, the Marquis also came here. From this information, I believe, Amakasu-kun, you already know what the two ‘Kings’ intend to do.”

Sayamiya Kaoru’s body trembled slightly as she gritted her teeth and spoke.

“It’s for Mariya Yuri!”

Amakasu Touma held a significant position within the Compilation Committee of Official History. He was well-informed about the incident that occurred two years ago in Europe, where the Marquis Voban summoned a Disobedient God. By combining the information about the new ‘King’ and the Marquis, he immediately guessed the purpose of the two God Slayers.

“That’s right, it’s Mariya Yuri. Our new ‘King’ wants to emulate the Marquis and perform a summoning ritual for a Disobedient God. And the Marquis has always regarded Mariya Yuri as his important possession. He would never yield her to the new ‘King.’ We cannot sit idly by. This is probably the biggest challenge I’ve faced since becoming the head of the Tokyo branch.”

“…Amakasu-kun, immediately go find Mariya Yuri and take her out of Japan. It doesn’t matter where you take her, even if you throw her into the wilderness, it’s fine!”

Sayamiya Kaoru suddenly issued an extremely cold command.

Amakasu Touma was startled, then suddenly understood: “…Your meaning is to use Mariya Yuri as bait to divert the attention of the two ‘Kings’?”

“Exactly. Our mission at the Compilation Committee of Official History is to ensure the safety of Japan’s land and its people. In the presence of the two ‘Kings,’ we are powerless to protect Mariya Yuri. Therefore, the only thing we can do now is to hope that the two ‘Kings’ do not clash on Japanese soil, especially not in Tokyo! Compared to the safety of the nation, a Hime Miko becomes worthless, no matter how talented she is, even if she attracts the covetousness of two ‘Kings’!”

“…Amakasu-kun, don’t hesitate. Go and complete the mission immediately!”

Sayamiya Kaoru gave the decisive order, and the other members of the Tokyo branch remained silent. Sacrificing one miko for the safety of Japan was, in their opinion, a very correct decision.

“Yes, I understand, Director!”

Amakasu Touma quickly sprang into action after receiving the order.

…

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Ritz-Carlton Tokyo, the daily accommodation fee was as high as a million yen. However, for a God Slayer like Roy, money was truly an external possession, no different from numbers written on a blank piece of paper.

“Where are your two knights?”

Princess Alice, sitting at the table, was enthusiastically sampling the various delicacies, a blissful smile on her face.

For the past few years, she had been confined to bed due to her physical condition, and her weakness prevented her from enjoying earthly food. Now that she could finally move her physical body and her digestive system had improved, she naturally wanted to feast.

“I’ve already sent Erica and Liliana to capture Mariya Yuri. I completely distrust this country’s Compilation Committee of Official History. Those hypocritical fellows are likely to babble on and on with me about nothing. Rather than waiting for them to deliver Mariya Yuri, it’s more convenient for me to send people to capture her directly.”

Roy had his right hand in his pocket, his left hand pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, surveying the entirety of Tokyo.

“Japan’s Compilation Committee of Official History probably won’t personally deliver Mariya Yuri to you, King Roy. Let me tell you something: the most ancient God Slayer, Marquis Voban, has already arrived in Tokyo, and at the same time, that fellow Gascoigne in the English countryside has also made a move.”

The noble and elegant princess cut a slice of cake and brought it to her lips to taste. As the former chairman of the Greenwich Sage Council, her intelligence network was of the highest caliber worldwide, as the Sage Council was essentially a gathering place for gossips.

“Marquis Voban’s actions are within my expectations. This old man is here to ‘rescue the beauty’ this time.”

Roy chuckled playfully, then turned to look at Princess Alice, raising an eyebrow slightly: “…As for the Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne, would he lose his mind with anger if he saw you like this?”

Princess Alice, in front of him, was dressed quite lightly. She wore a translucent gauze dress, and beneath it, a nearly three-point intimate undergarment. A large expanse of skin, as white as snow, was exposed in the room. Moreover, this was a hotel, which easily led one to imagine intimate moments between two people.

Princess Alice’s face was exquisitely beautiful, flawlessly dignified, with an inherent aristocratic temperament and an admirable slender figure, like a lily blooming in a royal garden—an object no man could ignore.

Her picturesque eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure in her voice: “…My relationship with Alexander Gascoigne is not as you imagine, and it cannot satisfy your strange interests, King Roy.”

“Then you should wear more clothes. There’s a hot-blooded man in front of you.”

“Anyway, you’ve seen my entire body. Being seen a few more times is no big deal. In the past, I had to wear such thick pajamas for warmth. Now that my body is in good condition, of course, I have to liberate myself.”

The two gradually began to bicker, not at all like a kidnapper and hostage.

Just then, a heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the presidential suite. Hearing that sound, Roy’s expression finally changed.