The sacred right side of a certain manga Chapter 141

“Your Holiness’s craftsmanship is truly rare in this world. No wonder Lady Aisha showed an envious expression when she mentioned your cooking skills.”

Roy held the white porcelain bowl, scooped out a wonton with a jade spoon, and took a gentle bite.

There was very little meat in the simple, small wonton; most of it consisted of diced vegetables. Yet, the aroma that stimulated Roy’s taste buds when he ate it made him full of praise.

To be able to make a simple bowl of wontons like this, Luo Hao’s culinary skills were the highest Roy had ever seen in his life.

“This is only natural. When I, Luo Hao, do something, I either don’t do it at all, or I do it to the best of my ability. Cooking, like martial arts, requires talent, relentless study, and effort.”

Luo Hao’s delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and her pointed chin unconsciously lifted a little. She accepted Roy’s praise without any humility, but the way her dark brows relaxed and a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of her eyes showed that she was very pleased with the praise from Roy, who was her equal.

However, soon, this strong Holy Cult Master rarely showed a hint of nervousness. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she said, “…You mentioned Aisha? I learned from your letter that Aisha is serving as your maid. Could it be that she has also come to this倭国(Wōguó)?”

From the Holy Cult Master’s expression, it was clear that Lady Aisha was quite a headache for her, and she even wished not to see her.

“Lady Aisha is still in Rome, Italy. I didn’t let her follow me.”

Roy shook his head with a slight chuckle, gaining a new understanding of Lady Aisha’s reputation. To be able to make even the conceited Holy Cult Master nervous, Lady Aisha was truly unique in this world.

“It’s good that she didn’t come. That woman only causes trouble. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist killing her.”

Luo Hao let out a sigh of relief, then raised her wine glass, her spirits soaring. “…Let’s not mention that woman here. This beautiful evening calls for drinking and poetry… ‘The mortal world is so laughable, infatuation is the most boring thing, hahahahahaha!!”

This Holy Cult Master was like a mad scholar from the Wei and Jin dynasties, unrestrained and arrogant. With one hand caressing her flowing, cloud-like sleeves, she raised the other in a distant toast to Roy, then gallantly poured the contents of her cup into her vibrant red lips.

A few drops of wine spilled, tracing a path from the corner of her mouth across her fair neck, and finally disappearing into her stunningly white and rounded chest.

Ancient palace attire was often quite revealing. The Holy Cult Master, dressed in such an outfit, was truly like a proud white lotus, her brows furrowed, her eyes shifting, illuminating the entire room.

A few streaks of flush dyed the Holy Cult Master’s flawless jade-like face. Her eyes were hazy, as if shrouded in mist, and she chuckled, “…Come, drink with me! In these past two hundred years, fewer than five people have had this honor, and in the last hundred years, not a single person has been able to drink at the same table with me. Though the world is vast, only a handful can catch my eye, Luo Hao.”

“Then I shall respectfully obey.”

Roy feigned a bow, then drained the wine from his porcelain cup. The mellow taste flowed down his throat into his stomach, bringing a warmth to his body. The wine had a strong kick; without using his divine power, Roy found himself feeling slightly tipsy.

However, seeing that Luo Hao didn’t use her divine power to expel the alcohol, Roy also followed his host’s lead. They clinked glasses, a few incense sticks burning on top of Kyoto Tower. In the faint smoky haze, they talked through the night by candlelight, enjoying each other’s company.

…

On the rooftop of a hotel not far from Kyoto Tower, the petite Athena, dressed in a snow-white gown, her ear-length silver hair trembling slightly in the night wind, stood like a ‘waiting-for-her-husband’ stone at the edge of the hotel rooftop. Her nightingale-like eyes gazed at Kyoto Tower in the distance, as if constantly waiting for Roy to send her a signal. Then she would restore her triple goddess form and fight alongside that man, slaying that conceited and extraordinary Godslayer right there.

“Lady Athena, why are you helping that Godslayer?”

Behind Athena, the equally petite Anshela, resembling a young girl, couldn’t help but ask.

“Why am I helping him? It’s just that this concubine wishes to help him…”

Athena replied without turning her head, as if afraid that even a slight turn of her head would delay her receiving Roy’s instructions.

“He is a unique Rakshasa King, a Godslayer who, after defeating an unruly god, chose not to kill them but to cooperate with them. This concubine has never seen such a thing… You haven’t seen his heroic posture in battle. The incredible power hidden within his body, it’s a power capable of breaking even the Last Steel…”

“…This concubine will help him, help him cut down the steel, and avenge the long-standing grievances of us Earth Mother Gods.”

Athena spoke with a raised voice. Stars seemed to twinkle in her night-dark pupils, shining brilliantly, especially when she mentioned Roy. That brilliance was even more dazzling, illuminating the entire night sky.

Even Athena herself didn’t notice the joy in her tone.

But Anshela did. She noticed the unusual quality in Goddess Athena’s words. She knew what this feeling was. As a famous virgin goddess in Greek mythology, Athena should not have such feelings, yet she did.

Anshela did not remind Athena, because some things are clearer to outsiders than to those involved, and an outsider’s reminder would be useless. Although Anshela was now a Divine Ancestor, she was once a goddess who ruled the world. It was precisely because of her extensive knowledge that she knew some things could not be made clear to Athena by simply speaking them aloud.

‘The sword of wisdom can cut through everything, but there is one thing that is most difficult to cut: Cupid’s arrow…’

Anshela sighed inwardly. She no longer had the status or power to intervene in matters between Godslayers and unruly gods, but if her meager strength could help her ancient compatriots, she would not hesitate to sacrifice everything.

“Since Lady Athena says so, then I shall wait and see. Before that, I will also fulfill my duty and become his helper and pet.”

The Divine Ancestor Anshela bowed her head respectfully.

“Good, just do your part, Anshela! Leave the rest to this concubine.”

Athena nodded slightly, then her gaze returned to the top of Kyoto Tower. Her mood was inexplicably irritated, and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly as she grumbled unhappily, “…Truly a hateful and foul-smelling woman. This concubine truly wishes to cut off your head and embed it in her shield.”

Athena believed her hatred for Luo Hao stemmed from an unruly god’s instinctual reaction to a Godslayer, but she also vaguely felt that there was something else, something indefinable, mixed in.

…

In the outskirts of Kyoto, there was a magnificent shrine not shown on maps and not open to any tourists. Its name was Xitian Palace. This palace’s name was derived from the phrase ‘Journey to the West to obtain scriptures,’ and it was specially built for the world-famous monkey, serving as his sealed abode.

“Should I call Anne Charlton from America as well, and have her cooperate with you, Holy Cult Master? That would be killing two birds with one stone…”

Holy Cult Master Luo Hao looked at Roy, puzzled, not understanding what strange things he was talking about.