The sacred right side of a certain manga Chapter 115

It sounds complicated, but in reality, from the moment the Black Prince appeared to Roy chasing and killing him, not much time had passed. This demon king, who had dominated the world as a god-slayer, thus fell swiftly and decisively.

Alexander Gascoyne’s authorities were all trap and conspiracy-based. His fighting style, like traditional magicians, required complete preparation. Faced with such a sudden situation, Gascoyne’s authorities were completely ineffective.

The Black Prince’s strength was also inferior to Marquis Voban’s, and Roy had made significant progress since defeating Marquis Voban. Whether it was his exponentially increased spell power or the evolution of his authorities, just having the powerful Disobedient God Athena assisting him allowed Roy to kill Gascoyne almost with a swift stroke when facing him.

“This way, there’s one less god-slayer in this world. I think I’m actually more suited for the job of the Last King.”

Roy pulled his long sword from Gascoyne’s chest. At this moment, the Black Prince’s internal organs were completely shattered, sustained only by the formidable vitality of a god-slayer. Ordinary magic could no longer revive him, unless there was an extremely potent healing authority, or Gascoyne possessed resurrection-type authorities.

But Roy’s Clairvoyance told him that no god-slayer in this world currently possessed an authority capable of healing such injuries. Even Madam Aisha’s healing authority had little effect on god-slayers, and Gascoyne had no resurrection ability whatsoever.

“Let’s go, Athena!”

Roy called out to Athena, then turned and walked away first.

After killing the Black Prince, Athena had reverted to her loli form. Her Gorgon Stone had also returned to Roy’s body. The Goddess of Wisdom opened her mouth as if to speak, then stopped, finally saying nothing and scurrying to catch up with Roy. Once by his side, she lightly glanced at him and said, “…You’re just going to let them be alone?”

“Yes, no matter what, they’ve been friends for over ten years. For someone who’s about to die, let him have a chance to say goodbye to his friend.”

Roy, of course, knew what Athena was referring to. He gently ran his hand through Athena’s silver hair, provoking a moment of displeasure from the goddess. Then, he burst into laughter, and amidst her glare, he scooped her up in his arms and soared across the sky.

After Roy and Athena had gone far, a beautiful and elegant lady appeared beside the Black Prince. It was none other than the astral body of the White Princess, Alice.

“Cough, cough… cough, cough… What are you doing here? Are you here to mock me even in my final moments?”

A god-slayer’s vitality was indeed tenacious. Even with all his internal organs shattered, Gascoyne forcibly clung to a breath using his spell power, his voice weak.

“Sigh…”

Alice let out a soft sigh. She gracefully stepped forward to where Gascoyne lay on the ground, lowering her head to gaze at him, witnessing the man’s final, forlorn moment. Her eyes filled with complex emotions as she asked, “…Do you… regret it?”

“When did you become so ladylike? Shouldn’t you be mocking my overestimation of myself with your venomous words right now? Your current appearance makes me a bit uncomfortable.”

As if experiencing a brief surge of vitality before death, a flush spread across Gascoyne’s face, and he suddenly looked vibrant, his words becoming smooth and filled with strength.

After a pause, this somewhat tsundere god-slayer also put aside his prejudices, his tone softening considerably, “…Forget it. At this point, if I’m still trying to argue with you, it makes me seem pathetic… Regret? I’ve never regretted anything, Alice! This is the destiny of a god-slayer. Death is the end for all god-slayers. I’m just reaching that end a little earlier.”

“…From the first day I became a god-slayer, I knew I would eventually die. It’s just that the manner of my death was somewhat unexpected. I didn’t die at the hands of a Disobedient God, nor at the hands of the Last King. Instead, a fellow god-slayer killed me.”

The Black Prince let out a self-deprecating laugh, “…I’m not like those other thick-headed god-slayers. The moment I learned of the existence of god-slayers, I started to wonder why no ancient god-slayers survived, why they all disappeared. From that day on, I knew that one day I would also become an inconspicuous ripple in this world, just like all my predecessors.”

“…When I lived, ten thousand people worshipped me. After I die, I’ll be forgotten. Of all the god-slayers who have died in the past, who remembers their names now? Not one, not a single one. That’s the sorrow of god-slayers. Even when they live as ‘Kings,’ they leave no trace in history after they die.”

Listening to the Black Prince’s rambling words, Alice did not interrupt him. Although this Black Prince of England could not be considered a hero, he was very open-minded and had always lived life on his own terms.

“Time is running out, Alice… In the past, I might have caused you a lot of trouble, even almost killing you several times. But even in my last moments, I will not apologize. I absolutely… will not apologize…”

Gascoyne’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier. His vision gradually blurred, and his voice became intermittent, until his strength could no longer hold out, and his eyelids slowly closed.

The Black Prince’s breathing went from steady to non-existent, and the temperature of his body began to grow cold as his life ebbed away.

“Even in death, he’s a man who cares about his pride. Truly, too much pride leads to suffering.”

Alice was a little sad. Although she didn’t have much affection for Gascoyne, she couldn’t say she had any ill will either. Moreover, in the past, Gascoyne was one of the few people she could bicker with, someone she considered a friend. But now, this friend she had known for over ten years had finally departed.

…

On a high-rise building in Manhattan, Roy and Athena stood on the rooftop, watching the battle between Annie Charlton and the Disobedient Leviathan in the distance. The fierce battle between this god-slayer and a divine ancestor who had temporarily regained divine power was still ongoing. Roy and Athena, however, had already killed the Black Prince and rushed back to Manhattan from Canada with divine speed.

Just as Roy and Athena were calmly observing the battle ahead, Princess Alice’s astral body also returned from Canada to this location.

The famous European princess showed no sign of sadness on her face at this moment, smiling sweetly. Upon seeing Roy, she complained plaintively, “…Roy, you letting me be alone with Gascoyne at the end, as a man, you’re generous enough, but for a girl like me, it’s very upsetting.”

Princess Alice’s plaintive voice did not stir any emotion in Roy. He simply smiled and said, “…What do you have to be upset about? I gave you a chance to say goodbye to an old friend.”

“Don’t men usually get jealous when they care about a woman? But you let me be alone with an ‘old flame,’ without any jealousy at all. And when you saw me, you didn’t even ask what I talked about with Gascoyne. This makes me suspect that you don’t care about me at all.”

The beautiful princess with flowing platinum hair and delicate, charming features looked on the verge of tears, appearing utterly pitiful, with a hint of sorrowful reproach in her eyes.

Roy ignored her mournful tone, simply winking at her and saying, “…Alice, you should think of it from another perspective. This is my trust in you! Besides, since you are already mine, no one can take you away from me, much less a mere dead man.”

Roy’s tone was arrogant, carrying an irrefutable command.

Alice burst into laughter, shaking her head and saying, “…You truly are a domineering man, but this is indeed the proper demeanor for a Demon King.”

Having spoken, the White Princess reined in her smile and cunning. She took a step forward and clasped Roy’s hands, her expression gradually turning serious as she said, “…Don’t die, Roy! I don’t want you to follow the same old path as all other god-slayers!”

Alice’s tone was sincere, and her beautiful, star-like eyes revealed deep concern and worry.

Gascoyne’s words had made her think of something bad. Because Roy was also a god-slayer, would he, too, eventually face that inevitable end, just like all other god-slayers?

Thinking of this, Alice felt fear and worry.

Roy’s expression gradually softened. Although Princess Alice was currently only an astral body, he seemed to feel the warmth of her palms and the fear in her heart from her trembling hands. “…I won’t die, Alice! That’s my promise!”

“Boom—”

Just as Roy’s words fell, a brilliant light, like a nuclear explosion, flashed across the distant sea, shooting straight into the sky, followed by an earth-shattering roar.

Annie Charlton and the Disobedient Leviathan had finally determined a winner.