Those time travelers that year

“No matter what, I won’t act recklessly, Lily!” With a wry smile, Erica took a deep breath and, in the same knightly manner, knelt on one knee before Charles. “[Red Copper Black Cross] Erica Brantelli offers you the highest honors, Your Majesty.”

463. Huh?

The incident of the descent of a disobedient god in Finnmark County, Norway, a country in northern Europe, has come to an end. Of course, the consequences of this disaster will not be easily calmed down. In fact, the entire magic world learned of what happened immediately and how astonishingly it ended.

First, this time the disobedient god descended not alone, but two from the same mythology. Furthermore, these two are not simple figures: one is Odin, the Asgardian king who commands the Aesir gods in Norse mythology; the other is Surt, the fire giant and destroyer of the world in Norse mythology.

What was most terrifying was that these two did not descend alone like other disobedient gods. Their arrival nearly gave the members of the Greenwich Sages' Council a heart attack.

In Finmarkshire.

First, a blizzard swept across the entire area, and then, amidst the blizzard, the World Tree from Norse mythology appeared from the myth. That wasn't all; next, a magnitude 9 earthquake began to spread, bridging the desolate land of Muspelheim with the real world.

Then, Odin led the army of heroes from Valhalla and the Valkyries to Asgard. Similarly, the fire giant Surtr arrived in Finmark County with the giant army of Muspelheim.

Both armies numbered at least in the tens of thousands. Furthermore, every soldier, or rather, every cannon fodder, possessed at least the combat ability of a peak Grand Knight. This situation initially stunned everyone in the entire Greenwich Sage Council; even the usually assertive Princess Alice Louise Off Nafal jumped up immediately.

In the past, the disasters caused by rebellious gods were usually caused by a single individual, and with a little effort, a few professors could easily sway the situation. But how can we cover up the fact that both sides have armies starting with tens of thousands?! Don't be ridiculous, once these armies march outwards, it's a miracle if Europe isn't reduced to ruins.

What's more, if this battle continues, who knows if it will really evolve into Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods in mythology! If that happens, and the other Norse gods descend again, damn it, we might as well just wait to die.

However, to everyone's surprise, just as everyone was frantically searching for the three irresponsible figures in Europe, Paul Brantley, the commander-in-chief of the [Copper Black Cross] dispatched to Finnmark County, Norway, sent back a message that the matter had been resolved. However, this wasn't the main point; the main point was that someone had directly killed the two disobedient gods, Surtr and Odin, in a duel.

Moreover, it wasn't one of the known Campiones, but a newly born Demon Lord. Of course, these guys didn't know the difference between a Campione and a Dio che morso.

Of course, this is also a big deal, and it's world news.

“...So, Lord Brandtrie!” Princess Alice Louise Of Nafal, who was in remote contact with people in Finmarkshire, was extremely troubled by what was happening there. “It was already a huge headache dealing with two disobedient gods who had descended with armies. But I never expected…” As she spoke, the daughter of Duke Goddin, who had once outwitted the Black Prince, couldn’t help but give a wry smile, “This is even worse!”

“Princess Alice, what could be worse than the birth of a new king in this not-so-large place as Europe?” Paul, the commander-in-chief of the [Copper Black Cross] in Finmark County, replied with a wry smile, “...You know, this one is the seventh one, isn’t he?! Half of the kings are crammed into this small Europe. I’m even more worried that the conflicts between these kings in the future might turn the whole of Europe into ruins.”

"Your fears have come true, Lord Brandtley..." Alice, the Duke of Goddard's daughter, said with a sob in her voice, "...Before, because we were completely unaware of what was happening over there, the Council made every effort to send urgent distress calls to all the kings. Except for the one in America who is temporarily unable to come across the ocean, the martial arts king who lives in seclusion in Asia, and the lady whose whereabouts are unknown, the other three kings in Europe all received them..."

"You're not saying that other kings have already rushed to this side, are you?!"

“Yes!” the Duke of Goddin said sadly. “Not to mention the old man, in fact, he’s not in Europe right now, and it would take him some time to get there. But… the most troublesome one has already ditched his butler and gone there.”

"You mean the Sword King!?" Paul's expression changed. If there was one Campione in Europe who was the most troublesome, it was undoubtedly this young guy who had only become a Campione a few years ago.

Compared to the other two, the Black Prince is generally hunting down the goddess Guinevere, while the Marquis of Voban targets disobedient gods. Knowing that things are settled in Finmarkshire, they probably wouldn't bother traveling all that way there for no reason.

However, that certain irresponsible person, who is basically uninterested in anything other than fighting, would most likely not think that way. In fact, as long as there's a fight, regardless of who the target is—whether it's a Campion or a god of disobedience—Salvatore Tony, the sword king who rules the magic society in Southern Europe, would definitely run over with great interest.

No, he has already shaken off his butler and run over there alone.

"Although the Sword King's butler has used his connections in various magic societies to urgently halt all flights and trains from that country to Norway, but..." Alice said, half-laughing and half-crying, "...the Sword King has not been seen on any of the transportation bound for Norway—instead, someone saw a young man in beach shorts running frantically on a highway in the wilderness, carrying a box..."

“That’s really… impressive…” Paul sighed. “But at least, this one doesn’t have the superhuman speed of the Black Prince, so it’s probably impossible for him to get to Finmarkshire by running anytime soon.”

“No!” Alice objected. “After all, they are both Campiones. Who knows if they have the ability to cross half of Europe on land in such a short time… Under the premise that this is the case, Lord Brandtry, please make sure that the two kings are separated beforehand… Although Finmarkshire is already ruined, if it gets involved in a battle between two Campiones, I estimate that the Norwegian magic society will be devastated.”

“You flatter me too much!” Paul replied with a wry smile and a shake of his head, “...I am but a mere knight, I have neither the courage nor the ability to influence the king’s thoughts.”

“Really?” Alice blinked and said, “Aren’t there two lovely and charming young ladies over there who have forged a deep ‘friendship’ with that new king on the battlefield? Although it’s a bit inappropriate to say it like that, at least we shouldn’t let the leader of the Norwegian magic society come to the council begging for reconstruction funds. The council will lose face. You know, the tourism industry over there is practically ruined, and it won’t recover for at least a year or two…”

“No!” Paul’s face showed a conflicted expression at this moment. “...If we could gain the goodwill of a king, that would be fine. But…” As he spoke, through the image displayed by the magic, Paul looked at Princess Alice Louise Of Nafar in the image and said cautiously, “Let me put it this way! Although the newly born king is a boy… in terms of appearance and temperament, the king can get a total score of ninety-nine points, while my niece and the little girl of the [Bronze Black Cross] are only seventy or eighty points.”

"Even if it were Princess Alice... you'd probably only be in your eighties..."

"What???????"

464. Conversation (Part 1)

The Council of Wise Men in Greenwich is arguably the largest organization in the magic world in Europe and even the world. However, much like the United Nations, this council is essentially there to clean up other people's messes.

The difference is that the United Nations is the toilet paper that the US intends to use to wipe its butt, but unfortunately, due to the lack of respect from China and Russia, the US often gets its request to borrow toilet paper rejected outright.

In contrast, the Greenwich Wise Council was responsible for handling the aftermath of certain troublesome individuals. However, those troublesome individuals completely ignored the Greenwich Wise Council. Nevertheless, in order to conceal their unscientific aspects from the public eye, the Greenwich Wise Council displayed a work ethic and enthusiasm akin to the team behind the documentary series "Into Science."

In short, Alice O'Louise f. Nafal, the former president of the Council of Wise Men in Greenwich, was elected as the president of this "United Nations of the Magic World" at the young age of sixteen. Even now, having stepped down, she remains a special advisor. Logically, as the former president and now a special advisor, Alice O'Louise f. Nafal should be quite knowledgeable and experienced.

However, when she used her spiritual abilities to personally travel to Norway due to her physical limitations and the inconvenience of travel, she suddenly felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

This is how it all started.

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After some thought, Princess Alice decided it would be better to go in person. Besides, Princess Alice and Erica Bluntry had a personal relationship and were on good terms. Perhaps she could get some information from the 'copper frame' and perhaps even find a way to get closer to her.

However, for some reason, although he appeared before Erica in spirit form, and although this 'Red Copper' spirit seemed to possess a strange, ethereal quality, it was as if he were a ghost, a ghost with a glint in his eye. He appeared to be a ghost, a ghost with a glint in his eye ...

Then Erica's expression became quite interesting...

At that time, Princess Alice did not understand why this was happening. It wasn't until Princess Alice finally met Charles at the Rosenkranztorn Hotel in Oslo, Norway, that the Duke of Goddington's daughter finally understood why Erica's expression had become so interesting.

In fact, at this moment, Alice O'Louise f. Nafal also suddenly felt the malice emanating from the whole world.

Those who didn't know better would already think the person in front of them was...

Alright! In the presence of a being capable of slaying disobedient gods, being rude would definitely incur offense. After all, to be honest, the Council of Sages in Greenwich is no match for a Campione... Although, even the Duke of Goddin's daughter couldn't tell that the person before her wasn't the Duke of Goddin's daughter at all, but Dioche Morso.

"Alice O'Louis f. Nafal, daughter of the Duke of Goddard and advisor to the Council of Wise Men of Greenwich, pays her respects, Your Majesty..." Fortunately, even though she felt like she had been stabbed, Alice hadn't completely forgotten etiquette and quickly regained her composure.

"...Interesting, a spirit?!" However, Charles didn't pay attention to what Alice said. Of course, Charles had no reason to care about a small organization trapped in this world, right? "How did you come to be... um, to meet me as a spirit?" In this world, Charles was more interested in those disobedient gods. Otherwise, in the past, if he saw such a wild soul jumping around in front of him, he would have been doing a disservice to his profession if he didn't directly use a soul absorption attack.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Erica, seeing this, assumed that Charles was dissatisfied with Alice's audience and quickly explained, "This is because Princess Alice has been unwell and weak for many years..."

"No, I don't really care about these things!" If I really cared, I would have simply obliterated this soul, and along with it, destroyed her body. "I'm just wondering, isn't it risky for a spirit to wander around like this?"

“Ordinary people can’t even touch me, but I’m still very confident in my innate spiritual power,” Alice said, then secretly gave a compliment. “After all, not every human in this world is like the king, capable of killing gods… and those disobedient gods who descend won’t waste their energy on taking care of humans who are a little bit special like me.”

"Hehe...you're right. Unless they're gods from the underworld, they wouldn't bother with anything for no reason." Charles chuckled, and before Alice and Erica could react, he instantly appeared in front of Alice, then gently touched her forehead with a finger.

"King??" Erica was shocked.

"Don't worry, I won't kill anyone." With that, Charles moved his fingers away from Alice's forehead.

"This...this is?" Alice looked at Charles, bewildered, then realized that she should be a spirit now, and shouldn't be able to be touched. But just now, Charles's fingers had definitely touched her. 'No, what just happened?' At this moment, Alice suddenly realized. Her current body was an exact replica of herself created using spiritual power. This was called spirit separation. Although spirits cannot be touched, Alice could use her willpower to manipulate objects through her spirit, and could go anywhere she wanted and see anything she wanted.

However, although she could control objects with her mind, she couldn't touch them at all. But now, she could actually feel the solidity of the ground beneath her feet and the temperature of the air—as if she wasn't a spirit at all, but rather appearing in a physical form.

"This is a physical entity!?" Having discarded all impossibilities, what remains, even the most impossible, is the truth. For the first time, the Duke of Goddin's daughter was utterly astonished. "This, this is impossible... wait, could it be power?"

"Power my foot!?" Charles said. "Isn't it just making your spirit body materialize? In your words, it's just a magic trick—a magic trick called soul materialization... I simply gave your spirit body reality, and you can even eat and drink tea with this spirit body now... The previous technique of astral projection or something was too bad, so I just modified it a bit. Well! That's all!"

Once again, Alice O'Louise F. Nafar felt a pang of heartache, but this time it wasn't a complete crushing defeat in appearance and temperament, but rather the heartache of the academic underachiever completely being unable to understand what the academic superstar was saying.

465. Conversation (Part 2)

Soul materialization, more precisely, is the process of creating beings similar to Heroic Spirits. However, it doesn't require Valkyries to collect the souls of the fallen and place them in Valhalla. Most importantly, this isn't a power acquired by a Godslayer. Yes, even though Alice O'Louis f. Nafar initially harbored doubts, Charles immediately began explaining the technology and process of soul materialization step by step.

Amazing technology.

These were Alice and Erica's thoughts after fully understanding the situation. What did this equate to? An alternative form of immortality! An immortal life that humans desperately sought, yet gods and demons were born with... Of course, most importantly, just now, Charles's casual flick of a finger directly helped Alice O'Louis f. Nafar achieve true immortality.

Even if Alice abandons her physical body, she can continue to live on through her materialized soul...

"You're overthinking it!" Seemingly seeing through Alice and Erica's thoughts, Charles immediately poured cold water on their ideas. "For a soul to materialize, it first needs enough magic power, well, okay! In your words, it's curse power. This little one—" Charles pointed at Alice, "Her current spiritual body is able to materialize entirely because I personally used my power to maintain it... Once she loses my power supply, it will quickly revert to its original state."

"Not to mention, the human soul also has a lifespan limit. Once that limit is crossed, the human soul will begin to collapse on its own. Otherwise, why do you think Peng Zu only lived for eight hundred years? It's not that he didn't have the ability to continue living, but that his human soul simply couldn't sustain itself! Of course, becoming an immortal is another matter."

"To achieve true immortality, one must undergo a transformation not only in body but also in spirit—but whether one remains human after such a transformation is another matter."

As he spoke, Charles gave Alice a half-smile, scrutinizing her. "...I just don't intend to talk to a ghost (food)! You don't actually think I'll actually help you materialize your soul, do you?"

"Ah!? This...of course, what merit or ability do I possess to warrant the King personally bestowing upon me eternal blessings..." Alice forced a smile, feeling awkward. Eternal youth and immortality were desires of every woman. But clearly, such a request was excessive. Facing Charles, Alice couldn't think of any bargaining chip she could offer in exchange for eternal youth and immortality.

Ciel: "Good that you understand!"

Seeing Charles's nonchalant attitude, Alice felt an urge to abandon all ladylike manners and unleash a torrent of abuse. However, she held back… Firstly, she couldn't defeat him. Even if the entire council were to join forces, they probably couldn't withstand this man who had single-handedly defeated two main god-level disobedient gods. Moreover, according to intelligence, this man could even summon an army comparable to, or even surpassing, the heroic spirits of mythology.

With only servants, the entire council combined would probably be doomed.

"Ahem!!" Finally, Alice remembered why she had come here. She quickly changed the subject, saying, "I have come here primarily for two purposes; would Your Majesty be willing to listen?"

"you say!"

"That's right. The first purpose is to see what kind of person the king who can defeat two non-gods of the main god level in succession is."

"Really?!" Charles nodded, smiling as he said, "So, what's the impact?!"

"Um...it was very impressive..."

“I understand…” Charles spread his hands. “You’re not the first person to think that way! This appearance isn’t what I wanted… Besides, in the eyes of some viewers, I’ve been labeled the Goddess of Twilight…” Well, he lowered his voice after that, so Alice and Erica didn’t hear him clearly.

"Ah! It's nothing! I was just muttering about breaking the wall..." Charles waved his hand, signaling Alice to continue.

“Uh! The second thing…” Alice paused, then hesitated before saying, “…Could it be that Your Majesty might temporarily leave Norway?”

"What? You want to get rid of this moving danger?!"

"No, Your Majesty! Please allow me to explain..." Alice hurriedly said, "It's like this..." Then, considering that these troublesome matters should be handled by the parties involved, and also because Charles had bluntly expressed his vengeful heart for shattering the young girl's (in her twenties) dream of eternal youth... and so on and so forth, Alice simply threw caution to the wind and revealed all the problems.

That's easy to understand; in short, Ciel knew.

A bored, immature teenager got carried away playing a live-action PvP game, but there were only five people in the entire world who could truly challenge him. One of them was a hapless idiot in the US family, obsessed with justice, who refused to fight the teenager. An old man had a grudge against the teenager, and if the teenager went to cause trouble, he might get into trouble with the old man, even though the teenager wasn't afraid of trouble and often created it. However, if he got into a fight with the old man and caused trouble, his own butler would probably never forgive him.

Besides, there's also John Bull from the UK, but that guy is too slippery to catch up with. The last one is someone whose swordsmanship alone is enough to rival mine. But once things get serious, this immature young man will be utterly crushed. He just wants to fight, not be beaten.

Then one day, this guy heard that a newcomer had emerged in Norway who could fight him, and he got itchy hands and, completely ignoring his butler's objections, was rushing towards Norway.

So Charles understood what the young girl (in her early twenties) was trying to say. She was telling her to try to avoid the city, and if avoidance wasn't possible, to at least not to make the battle take place outside the city. Making it in the city would cause massive casualties and property damage—though that was a rather tactful way of putting it.

"So you were worried that if that chuunibyou kid came knocking, he might accidentally level the city, right?!" Charles said. "...Oh, then you don't need to worry about it. He's definitely no match for me!"

You've only just defeated two disobedient gods, while others have already defeated three. How can you be so confident?

Alice thought to herself, "What is wrong with me?"

"Hahahaha!!!" Charles glanced at Alice and burst into laughter. "Next time you're slandering me in your mind, remember to shut down your mental fluctuations, or I'll be able to read them!"

"Huh!??!?!" Alice was dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, don't worry! I won't take your slander to heart..." Charles said. "It's just that I think your IQ is really low! You don't even know how to use Occlumency or Mind Block. Anyone with a bit of skill could just read your mind and bypass your mental defenses... Don't worry, I'm not that petty. Just remember to use Occlumency first when you slander me to my face in the future! Otherwise..."

"Or I'll just hack you out, you believe me!"

466. The Voyeur

As to what kind of hacking it is, that's a matter of opinion.