A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

"Cake, cake! Strawberry cake!"

Roman opened the door at top speed, shouting like a child eager for his favorite treat.

For him, although working ten hours a day was a bit tiring, the joy of sampling modern delicacies from around the world during his breaks made up for it. Just savoring these dishes was enough to wash away the monotony of work.

Among all the food, his favorite was strawberry cake.

"Please wait a moment, King Solomon! Let me first deliver the food that will replenish His Majesty's nutrition and brainpower. His Majesty has been studying all day and must be very tired."

Erica cast a sharp glance at Roman, her tone tinged with helplessness. Even she found it hard to maintain vigilance against Solomon, who, after becoming "human," displayed such childish tendencies and preferences.

Not only did Solomon now lack any trace of kingly demeanor—he resembled a vulnerable, meek individual who could be teased at will—but he was genuinely teaching Roy magic with great dedication. This left Erica with no valid reason to criticize him.

If this is Solomon's wisdom, then I have no choice but to accept it, Erica thought as she pushed the food cart into Room 06, paying no attention to Roman's protests of "I've been working all day, and I'm tired too."

Roman seemed particularly wary of Erica. After her glare, he obediently stood to the side, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

This guy clearly doesn't know how to deal with strong women, Roy mused, observing Roman's demeanor with interest.

Following Erica was Liliana. The upright and bold knight conducted herself with impeccable decorum, greeting Roman with formal courtesies. Her strict adherence to knightly etiquette left Roman flustered.

"Excuse me, King Solomon! Would I be fortunate enough to continue receiving your teachings today?"

The last to enter was Alice. The White Princess of Europe showed the most curiosity about Solomon. As the former chairperson of the Greenwich Assembly and someone naturally drawn to intriguing things, she was eager to learn something fascinating from the Magic King.

Roy glanced at Alice and asked with concern, "…How is your health?"

"Thank you for your concern, my King. I've recovered a little, but I still can't use the witch's spiritual power. Once you've finished learning from King Solomon in a few days, you can give me another injection, and I'll be as good as new."

Alice's cheeks turned pink as she blinked playfully at Roy, her gaze carrying a hint of ambiguity.

Hearing Alice's suggestive words, Erica's expression darkened, and she muttered under her breath, "…That vixen, deceiving His Majesty!" (T/N: Pot calling kettle black?)

Even Liliana caught the undertone in Alice's words, her face reddening like a boiling kettle.

The group settled into enjoying their late-night snacks and conversation. Most of the interaction involved Alice asking questions while Roman answered. To Roy, it was evident that Alice was essentially probing the Magic King for magical knowledge under the guise of casual conversation.

Though Roman grumbled about his workload, he fulfilled his commitments with diligence, even answering questions outside of his designated "working hours." Roy suspected Roman was finding joy in the simple act of connecting with others, experiencing life as a "human being."

…

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the girls bid their farewells, leaving the room to Roy and Roman once more. Roy felt a pang of frustration—he could have spent his nights living it up, enjoying a carefree life with the company of women. Yet, here he was, sharing a room with a man.

But he had no choice. Roman, now a Heretic God, posed a potential threat. As a Campione, Roy couldn't afford to let his guard down. A rampaging Heretic God was a terrifying prospect. Therefore, he had no option but to share a room with Roman, all the while keeping a watchful eye on him.

If someone had told Roy that the wise King Solomon was actually a useless freeloader, he would have scoffed at the idea. But now, he found it hard not to believe.

The supposedly greatest king in Israel's history was currently sitting at a desk, clutching a laptop and laughing heartily. Every so often, he'd scoop a spoonful of cake into his mouth, treating the strawberries on the cake with almost reverential care. A bottle of Coke rested within reach.

Roman was watching a famous VTuber. It was unclear whether he truly understood these virtual idol live streams, but he watched with rapt attention, his expressions animated and deeply immersed in the broadcast.

He chuckled foolishly when teased by the host, sniffled when the VTuber expressed sadness, and brazenly turned to Roy for money when donations were requested, claiming that as his wages, the funds should be under his own control.

Though Roy suspected Roman was being duped, he found it hard to deny him the money, given the pitiful look on his face.

"Managing to scam King Solomon for donations—that streamer is truly a force to be reckoned with," Roy muttered. He had finally accepted Roman's claim that his new name was derived from Japanese, as the content Roman watched was entirely from Japan.

Aside from indulging in strawberry cake, Coke, and live streams, Roman's favorite pastime was reading. His reading preferences were so varied and eccentric that Roy thought most of it was useless knowledge, but Roman devoured it all with enthusiasm.

He could have easily absorbed the information instantly using the "wisdom of God," but Roman insisted on reading books as humans did. According to him, "Only by doing so can I truly feel like a human being."

Seeing Roman's earnestness in exploring his newfound humanity, Roy chose not to interfere. As long as Solomon was happy, that was enough.

"Hey, Roman! I'm feeling sleepy. I'm heading to bed; you can continue playing," Roy yawned, his eyelids drooping.

Roman, a Heretic God, naturally had no issue with staying awake for days. Roy, however, despite being a Campione, was still fundamentally human. Missing a night or two of sleep was fine, but his body demanded rest eventually. Especially since his days were filled with intensive study, his nights were sacred for recuperation.

"Got it. Go ahead and sleep. Don't worry about me. I'll wake you up tomorrow!"

Roman didn't even glance back, absorbed in his screen. With a silly grin, he waved Roy off while adjusting his headphones, ensuring the computer's sound wouldn't disturb him.

"It's fine even if you turn up the volume. I won't wake up from that kind of noise. There are snacks and drinks in the fridge—grab something while you're at it; it makes the experience better."

Roy passed along his wisdom as a self-proclaimed veteran of late-night gaming.

He yawned again, bid Roman goodnight, and flopped onto the bed without bothering to undress.

Undressing in front of another man just felt… odd. (T/N: It is for me as well, never understood Japanese public bath culture)

The days that followed were filled with routine—work, study, laughter, and camaraderie. The atmosphere was so lighthearted that it was easy to forget the fate binding the existences called the Campione and the Heretic God.

But the seventh day finally arrived.

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(T/N: The extra chapter for 120 PS goal will be posted tomorrow afternoon. I am saying this because I am certain that you guys will fulfill that goal soon enough. Remember that every 60 PS is an extra chapter from me.)