The Sekirei’s Covenant

Milan, Headquarters of the "Copper-Black Cross" —

"Uncle, since you have already seen the King's battle, you should understand what this action means now, or rather, what consequences it will bring to the entire organization."

"Although we haven't been together long, the King's temper isn't as good as you might imagine."

Standing before the generals and knights of the "Copper-Black Cross," Erica smoothed her hair and sighed slightly as she looked at the man she called uncle, the organization's commander.

"Erica, we understand what you want to express. Even without seeing that Demon King's battle, we hold deep respect for the King."

"But this is Lord Salvatore's order. We have no choice."

Looking at the seemingly more mature girl with a complicated expression, Paolo Blandelli spoke with some helplessness.

"So, the organization ultimately chose Lord Salvatore…"

"Fine, lock me up then. I won't run away, obeying the leader's orders."

With some disappointment, perhaps in their eyes, my King is still a rookie who just slew a god, far inferior to other Kings who have fully mastered and developed their powers.

However, Erica was clear-headed. Even though Sora could not unleash the kind of power he had when he defeated the war god Verethragna, just by the authority he had usurped from the gods and his own combat experience, he was still an absolutely terrifying existence!

"Someone, take Erica away. Before this incident is over, she is not allowed to contact anyone."

Having seen the determination beneath the girl's heart, Paolo said no more and ordered someone to take Erica away.

Watching the girl's departing figure, a trace of relief flashed in Paolo's heart. Although their organization was already an impressive existence to ordinary people, they were still too insignificant in front of these overlords of the land. Being involved in a war between kings was an extremely dangerous matter for the entire organization.

However, because of Erica's existence, even if Lord Salvatore was defeated, they still had a glimmer of hope…

…

Sardinia, Witch's House—

"Is this the information about that guy?"

After hearing Zola's introduction about that annoying brat named Salvatore Doni, Sora's mouth twitched.

Salvatore Doni, the sixth Campione born in Italy, the overlord of the Southern European Mage Association. According to Zola, the unscrupulous witch, before becoming a god-slayer, that brat was a hopeless Templar Knight!

Compared to someone like Erica, who was a genius in both swordsmanship and magic, Doni was the exact opposite extreme: his swordsmanship was outstanding, but his magical talent was zero. Trying to be a Templar Knight proficient in both sword and magic was basically a failing mark.

However, this Doni somehow, in a situation he himself didn't understand, muddled through and killed a god, becoming a god-slaying Demon King. From then on, the loser made a comeback, rising from a hopeless kid to the supreme existence ruling the entire Southern European Mage Association!

Legend has it that the first god Doni defeated was Nuadha, the Celtic god-king. He usurped the famous magical sword authority from this god, then defeated another disobedient god summoned by the Demon King Marquis Voban, gaining the power of the dragon—the immortal steel authority.

It seems he also defeated several other gods afterward, gaining many authorities, but the two powers he frequently used in battle were these, both very troublesome abilities!

Besides, in terms of personality, he was said to be a straightforward, carefree guy interested only in swords and fighting. Sora had already sensed this in their previous conversation.

"Hehe, little devil brother, although that Demon King looks harmless on the surface, he's actually very tough. It won't be easy for you to defeat him and take Erica back!"

Sitting on Sora's shoulders, a pair of slender jade arms wrapped around his neck, the unscrupulous witch smiled brightly.

Though she spoke in a caring tone, Sora felt she was eager for him to fight that brat!

"I don't care if he's tough. I just want to beat him up now!"

"Alright, tell me where that guy is. I'm leaving now to rescue Erica."

His eyes gleamed sharply. Sora knew that guy was definitely not easy to deal with, but was he himself easy to deal with?!

"Nope, sister is in a bad mood now. You can go find him in Milan by yourself."

Sora almost spat blood. That damn witch suddenly teased him like this at such a time!

"…"

"Phew… alright, tell me, what do you want?"

Suppressing the urge to throw that fairy down and ravage her, Sora took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Hehe, you little devil get so anxious when Erica is mentioned. I remember a few days ago you two were still arguing and bickering, but now you're so caring."

"No way, sister is jealous. You have to cheer me up!"

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, the unscrupulous witch spoke in a sour tone, clearly implying that if Sora didn't satisfy her, she wouldn't say a word.

A big drop of sweat appeared on Sora's forehead. He thought, is this fairy jealous and acting spoiled?

Uh, judging by this, it seems so…

…

One day later, Milan—

As the most developed city in northern Italy integrating culture, sports, economy, and more, Milan was bustling and lively.

At this moment, a boy dressed plainly but with an outstanding aura, carrying a long sword case on his back, appeared on the streets of Milan.

Yes, it was our Sora!

Using the "Phoenix" divine speed authority, he traveled from Sardinia in southern Italy to Milan in the north in less than an hour.

Actually, Sora could have arrived a day earlier, but the unscrupulous witch was to blame for the delay!

Thinking back, Sora felt annoyed. He had lowered himself to please her, to cheer her up, but she just wouldn't cooperate, always finding fault!

Finally, Sora's patience was exhausted. Resolute, he grabbed Zola and rushed into her room.

Anyway, he was no longer innocent. Whether once or twice, he wouldn't believe that after making her scream and beg, she would still dare to resist him!

Ahem, shamefully, it actually happened…

When Sora saw Zola obediently telling him everything after being ravaged like a puddle of mud, he felt enlightened. This witch just needed to be dealt with firmly; no need to be polite!

Well, although it was satisfying at the time, Sora now felt a bit uneasy. What if the unscrupulous witch, out of anger, spread their affair? If that happened, he would definitely be chased down and beaten by the old man when he returned home.

Taking a deep breath, he put those worries aside for now. First, he had to beat up that Doni guy and rescue Erica. Erica was his knight and woman; anyone who dared take her away would have to deal with him!

Determined to make a big scene, Sora finally arrived in front of a building…