Sorry for taking so long to post this chapter.

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Chapter 7

After having flown on the back of Sleipnir for a while could Dante see the island of Sardinia close in behind the clouds. The speed at which the godly horse was capable of sprinting at having made the trip back a lot shorter than by plane.

He was going through all the information he had gotten during his time Red Sands one last time, memorising everything necessary. There wasn't that big of a difference when it came to what time of day it was between Italy and Egypt. There was only an hour's time difference, with Italy being behind.

As soon as he got exactly above his mother's house ordered he the eight legged horse to dive. The godly horse of war changed it's course immediately, going from running straight to a nosedive, it's hofs finding a grip where there should be none as it began its descent.

Just as they were about to collide with the ground stopped Sleipnir, a wave of air going over the ground, kicking up dust, from it's sudden loss of momentum. It placed its eight hofs securely on the ground before it's master jumped off.

Dante's eyes moved around as he surveyed the area, taking in the apparent lack of people. This wasn't something weird in most cases, as Lucrezia's repetition as a witch was widespread over the island. The reason he found it weird was because his grandfather was visiting, and he always brought some of his men with him whenever he visited. There had never been an exception, so why start now?

"Wait here." he ordered his gray furred stallion, placing his hand on its muzzle. As he walked over to the house could he see that a note hanging on the door, tearing it off as he reached it, and without delay started he to read through it.

It told him that his grandfather had a meeting to attend, and had instead had some of his men escort his sister and mother to his headquarter. So in summary: they were in Rome.

With a slight sigh turned Dante around and walked back to Sleipnir, the gray stallion waiting patiently for its master.

"Sorry Sleipnir. It seems like you will have to wait just a little longer." he apologized to the majestic stallion as he began stroking its head. The former horse of Odin seemed to accept his masters apology as it let out a snort as its own form of a reply.

The godslayer smiled at his animal partner's understanding. But that still left him with one more thing to take care off. How would they get there without being spotted?

They had said in their letter that they would most likely be waiting for him and his grandfather by the Colosseum, making it easier for him to find it even when high up. But that didn't take care of the fact that he traveled with a eight legged steed that runs in the air, several times the speed of sound. So even if they didn't spot Sleipnir, how unlikely that now was, would they still be alarmed by the sonicboom.

And jumping off the gray steed high up in the air might take care of Sleipnir being spotted. But instead would he need a way of hiding himself during the fall. And seeing as he didn't possess something like that, was that option out of the question.

That left him with one option.

But for that would he need some equipment. The only question was if there was any or not. He looked over towards the house one more time, having a feeling that what he needed might be inside.

"I think father left some of his old stuff somewhere in the house." Dante mused to himself as he went through everything he needed inside his head.

Meanwhile in Rome

Erica couldn't help but have the feeling a bit crossed over the current situation. The most of her plan had worked out like she wanted until right now. She had contacted Godou yesterday and had been able in persuading him to fly back to Italy, she had paid for the trip of course.

He had called her not too long ago that he had meetup with Arianna at the Leonardo da Vinci airport and was either driving here right now, or had they already reached Rome.

She had planned it out perfectly, as she knew that there would be a meeting regarding the Gorgoneion. But there had been rogue element in her plan.

Seeing as the House of Savoy was currently under remodeling, needed they another location to discuss this matter. They had originally settled with a luxurious room at a high class hotel, but then had they gotten a message with a deal that was something they couldn't exactly say no to.

They would each and every one of them be transported to their new location of discussion. The new location was at one of the bigger and more luxurious mansions by the outskirts of Rome. While there would any possibility of magic getting out into the public be absolutely zero, as every employer in the mansion already knew about magic.

The only form of payment the person calling them wanted was to be apart of the discussion.

Now had this been anybody else had they of course declined the offer. But the person that had called them was the current leader of the Drago Familia: Fausto re Drago.

True to his name was he the fortunate king of dragons. Already at a young age had he saved his father's organisation and established relationships with several mage organisations, stretching far outside the borders of Italy. Later on had he even been able to form a good conjunction with four of the six known Campione's.

These being Sasha Dejanstahl Voban, Luo Hao, Black Prince Alex, and somehow even Madame Aisha.

The first three had been attested to, sometimes by the godslayers themselves, other times by one of the King's closest followers, but with Aisha's constant time traveling was it harder to prove. Only witnesses being able to attest to this. But with the luck Fausto possessed was it very well possible.

With all these achievements had he made the Drago Familia into one of the most powerful magic organisations in the world. So getting a chance to strengthen the bond between their own organisations and his was not something that they wanted to miss out on.

And this had lead to the current scenario.

Inside one of the bigger rooms in the re Drago mansion was herself, the Grand Masters of both Old Dame and Female Wolf, two of the most powerful Knight corps, and there was even the Purple Knight from the Knight corps Capital of Lilies, a Great Knight just like herself.

And of course the man that had called them here.

They were all sitting around a long table made out of oak, Erica and the Purple Knight by one of the long sides, with the two Grand Masters opposite to them. And by the short side that was the farthest from the doors leading into the room was the fortune dragon himself.

"Alright, so let's get this meeting started." Fausto proclaimed, officially starting the meeting. "As of what I could understand so are you disagreeing about to whom we should entrust the Gorgonian. Correct?"

All the other occupants in the room nodded in confirmation.

The Grand Master of Old Dame was the one to speak afterwards. "We have been trying to get in contact with Lord Salvatore, but he won't even give us the time day. It is apparent that he doesn't care about the Gorgonian."

"So what do you propose instead? That we give the artifact to another King to take care of it? Don't you find that shameful" The other Grand Master protested, not liking the idea the Old Dame presented.

"But considering that our Lord won't even take contact with us doesn't give us that many options. The safest choice we have is to try getting another King to help us." the Purple Knight cut in between the two Grand Masters. He waited for a moment before bringing up the prime question that was on everybody's minds. "But what King should we contact?"

"Considering that the Gorgonian was a symbol of a Mother Earth goddess, wouldn't it be too hard to get help from Marquis Voban." Fausto said as he thought of the oldest Campione. Only to contradict himself a moment later. "No, if we contacted him would he most likely use it to attract the goddess towards himself. So asking him for help is out of the question. And I don't want to get in contact with either Luo Hao or Prince Alex after their last attempt at fully recruiting me to their groups."

In this moment saw Erica her opportunity. Everything may not have gone as she had planned, but she wasn't going to let this chance slip by. "There is another King we can ask."

The blonde leader turned his attention towards his fellow blonde and youngest of his guests. He looked at her red dress and her black rose headdress, confirming to himself that she was from the Copper Black Cross. "Is there anyone you have in mind, Erica Blandelli?"

"Yes. I am sure that you have all read the latest report from the Greenwich assembly."

"Of course we have. After the sudden storm on Sardinia a couple days ago couldn't we suspect anything else than either a God or Campione." the Purple Knight replied, leaning against the back of his chair as he did. His eyes then went wide as he understood what the blonde girl was implying. "Wait you're talking about one of those two?!"

At seeing her fellow Great Knight's reaction, appeared a small smile on her lips. "Yes indeed. I have even decided on which one we should get help from. In fact have I already contacted him, and he should be in Rome by now."

This catched the attention of Female Wolf. The Grand Master had noticed that the young Great Knight was talking about one of these unknown King's like she knew them personally.

"If you don't mind, Erica Blandelli, the report states that there was two Kings at the scene. And from what I can understand from what you told us, have you not only confirmed one of their identities, but also appear to be acquainted with this King."

"Yes, his name is Kusanagi Godou, first name last by the way. He was the one that slew both Verethragna and Melqart in a span of three days, resulting in his recent status as a Campione. And the reason I know him is because we meet each other when I was doing an investigation regarding a grimoire that we thought had been stolen."

She explained her meeting with the Japanese Campione, and everything that had lead up to the battle with the two gods, never once mentioning Dante and his involvement. She knew that he was an unknown King to all of the rooms other occupants, at least she thought so, considering that no one had brought up his identity up to this point. As of right now was she fairly certain that she was the only one in this room that knew of the other King's identity.

Something which one of them was quick to notice.

"Excuse me once again miss Blandelli, but you wouldn't happen to know the identity of the other Campione as well. Or maybe I should ask instead, do you care to reveal the identity of the other Campione?"

Her attention returned to the man that had gathered all of them inside his mansion. She had expected Fausto to see through the fact that she was holding back information on him, but she hadn't suspected him to do it in less than teen seconds. He was sharper than she thought.

"It is as you say lord Drago, I am well aware of the other mentioned Campione in the report. Would be weird not to, seeing as I mentioned that I had seen the battle between gods and god slayers first hand." She replied to the old organisation leader. "But he specifically told me not to reveal his identity, if somebody ever asked for it. And seeing as I am nothing more than a human, it is impossible for me to decline his demand" She concluded with a smile, knowing that she had just closed anyway for him to get any information from her.

The fortunate Dragon was silent for a moment, for what reason, Erica didn't know. "Fair enough." He finally said after having been quiet for awhile. He then continued with the reason why they were having this meeting in the first place. "So do you think that he will be able to keep the Gorgonian safe?"

"I have seen him fight first hand, I am fairly certain that with time will he be able to match the other Campiones in strength. So building a relationship with him as soon as possible would be very convenient, would it not?"

"I can't disagree with that." was the response she got from the man. After his response started his fingers to tap against the table in a wave like manner, starting with his little finger, all the way to his index finger, each of them adorned with a golden ring with some kind of gemstone. As they came to an abrupt halt, went everything in the room completely silent, catching the attention of everybody in the room. "You said that with time would he be able to match the other Campione's, so you're telling me that he isn't that strong as of right now."

"He is rather new to the whole thing about being a Demon King, but I promise you that he more than able to watch over the relic." she retorted to the man's accusation. She kept her voice calm and steady, but she was feeling that he was about to turn the discussion in his favor.

"Well if that is the case then I suggest that we will test him, seeing as he has gotten the Diavolo Rossa's favor." the blonde organisation leader proposed, proceeding with their discussion. "He might have your blessing miss Erica, but I won't just take your word for it without seeing it myself, I want to see actions. And seeing as you are keeping possibly vital information away from us, who knows what else you might be hiding."

Erica was once again quick to react. "I promise you that there is nothing else that I'm hiding."

"I believe what you're saying miss Blandelli. But just like Fausto would I want to see this King you speak of in action before we will decide anything." Female Wolf followed up, agreeing with her fellow leader. This was followed with nods from all the other representatives, showing that they were also agreeing with that statement.

"Alright then. So we are all agreeing that we want to see this new Kings strength, but who should we have him to fight?"

It was Purple Knight that had asked the question. They had said that they wanted to see his power, but they had no idea how to do that.

Well, everybody except Erica. She had originally planned it out so that she would be the one to fight Godou, after that they had come to the conclusion of wanting to see him in action. But ever since Fausto had called them here had the chances of her plan being able to take action decreased exponentially. Not only was his influence seen by most as unmatched, except by Campione of course, but he was someone that was used to make business, never letting anything in a discussion escape him.

She had thought that she would have been the one to dominate this debate, but the old Dragon had kept her in a position that he felt comfortable with, making sure that she never had the upperhand.

So she was having a hard time deciding wherever she should speak up or not.

She looked over at the man responsible for her dilemma, her blue eyes meeting his red eyes. Much like her was he looking in her direction, as if waiting for her to say something.

But she kept quiet, waiting to see where he would take the discussion.

No one decided to speak up, as they couldn't think of anyone that they could ask to test the Japanese Campione's strength. They were all people of high standing and power inside their organisations, but when compared to a King, there wasn't even a need for comparing them. A Campione was above humans, no matter for how long one had trained.

"Well then, seeing as no one has any suggestions, I shall take these matters into my own hands." Fausto determined, seeing as no one was about to say anything. "Well then, I think we should see-"

"Wait a moment!"

Before the old organisation leader was able to officially conclude the meeting, had Erica Blandelli cut him off. While it was very rude of her to do so, and would in most other cases severely punished for it. But he was in a good mood today, so he didn't mind.

"Yes, what is it miss Blandelli?" he asked her, not even the smallest hint of his irritation being present in his voice.

"If you wouldn't mind, would it be okay if I was the one to test the King?" she replied to his question.

The old head of the Drago family was quiet for a moment after he was sure that he had heard her right. He then put his hand to his chin as he thought about how to respond to her request.

He let out a small chuckle as he came up with his answer. "Sorry miss Blandelli, but seeing as you are already acquainted with the young King and is very clearly in some kind of relationship with him, I can't allow it."

His tone was calm and steady, but there was a clear show of his authority as he spoke, as no one decided to intervene or contradict any of the words he said. But as he continued, was there something in his voice that she couldn't quite recognise. It wasn't exactly anger or something like that, malice maybe?

"I don't know what you have planned. But if this Campione of yours doesn't show the potential that you say he possess…" he went quiet, letting her figure out the last part of his words herself.

"Are you by any chance threatening me, Fausto?" the blonde beauty asked her fellow blonde after hearing the words that he had just used towards her.

The old man chuckled, deciding to stand up from his seat. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. That is for you to decide."

He looked over his guests as he reached his full height, a smile present on his lips as he did. "It has been a pleasure to discuss these matters with you, and would hope to do so in the future as well. Now if you excuse me, have I a couple calls to make. I have prepared transportation for all of you, so no need to worry about that."

The door that they had all entered through opened, with two men in suits and sunglasses entering the room, before standing by the door's edges. All of the guests stood up from their seats and walked out of the door, passing the suit wearing men, leaving them alone with the old organisation leader.

They to exited the room, closing the doors after them to give their leader his privacy. As it had fully closed walked Fausto over to the window and looked out to see the front. Allowing him to observe as his guests was leaving the mansion. All of them was given their own medium length limo as transportation, each one driven by one of his trusted drivers, as to make sure that it wouldn't be his or the organisations fault if something happened to them. And if they did do anything stupid would he throw them to the wolves without a second thought.

As the last of the vehicles left the property pulled he out a phone from one of his pockets. Without looking dialed he the number that lead to one of his organisations members, he needed to prepare for this new Campione's trial.

As this was happening at the re Drago mansion, was a different scenario playing out by the harbour in Fiumicino, a town and commune in the Metropolitan city of Rome.

A young man that looked like he could be in his late teens to his early twenties walked out of what appeared to be an abandoned building. All the years that it had been exposed to the oceans winds showed on the old stone construct, having not been maintained ever since it's last owner left it.

The young man that had walked out was covering his eyes with a pair sunglasses, and was wearing a simple white button up shirt, together with black pants that was kept up with a pair of suspenders of the same color. He appeared to be dusting of a black fedora that usually would be on top of his head, showing the entirety of his messy black hair.

He took a look on his fedora, and felt satisfied with it before placing it back on his head so that it hid the majority of his hair, combing it back a little beforehand.

Just as he was making his way away from the building started his phone to suddenly start vibrating, letting out no sound as he had turned off that function. He pulled it out from his pocket, putting it directly to his ear without bothering to check the caller ID, it wouldn't show him anything anyway.

"Hello." There wasn't a need for him to state his identity, all of the people that had access to his number was only those from his job and his family, none of which would ever loen out their phones.

The voice on the other side of the line started talking, and just like he had expected was it someone that he knew, having recognised the voice as soon as they started talking. The fedora wearing man waiting patiently and quietly while the other person was talking, never attempting to cut off the other person, and listened to everything they had to say.

Only responding as they finished. "Ok, got it." a curt response, but appeared to be enough, as the young man ended the call afterwards. During the time he had been listening to his caller speak had he made it to his car, and was just in the process of buckling his seatbelt before he drove off to the location given to him.

This day was becoming more of hassle than he thought it would be this morning, that was the last time he read his horoscope.

He turned the key and the car jumped to life, without needing to worry about bumping into any cars at the empty road drove he away from the harbour and the abandoned building, making one last call before he got out into traffic.

A couple miles further away was Dante finally fully prepared for his travel towards the mainland, having found the equipment he had been looking for. He was currently sitting on top of Sleipnir, who had the majority of all it's eight legs underwater. They had managed to make it to a rather secluded part of the island so that they wouldn't be spotted, and was now ready to make it to the mainland.

"Remember, you don't have to go too deep, just enough that we won't be spotted easily." Dante told his steed, his body covered in what appeared to be diving equipment. The stallion let out a neigh in confirmation, upon which Dante put on the diving mask that had been in his hands.

With a firm whip of the reins disappeared they in spray of water, the sudden burst of speed from the horse cutting right through the water and sending it flying. The water would be able to conceal them from anyone as they traveled underwater. The only hint of them being there being the almost unnoticeable line that appeared on the surface.

Back in Rome had Godou just arrived and was practically flying out of the car as he was finally safe, happy to finally having reached his destination. Unknowing to the eyes of the goddess that was looking down on him from the top of one of the nearby buildings.

"So he is the one." the goddess, appearing not an older than a child confirmed as she looked down at her natural enemy, a god slayer. Her slitted pupils holding a deeply hidden curiosity for the boy.

"He certainly is." a voice that she hadn't expected said from behind her. But she didn't take any haste to turn around to look at the other new arrival.

The figure was entirely covered by a cape, with a hood pulled up to hide their head and facial features. The only giveaway to their gender being the masculine voice that they spoke with. He pulled down the hood, showing a face that could easily be considered handsome by those of the opposite gender, and long white silverish hair draped over his back, the top formed into smaller spikes. It also caused him to show his peculiar pointy ears and grey eyes, which was holding not only a fair bit of mischief in them, but also experience of one older than herself.

"So you're back." she acknowledged, looking back down on her promised opponent as he walked away. "Did you find what you was looking for?"

"Yes" The white haired man smiled, walking up besides the much shorter girl. His cape fluttered open, enough to show her what she was asking about. "Now, let us see if we can find what you're searching for."


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