Veneration

by Valorant

In a world where gods are calamities, its up to Campione to stand against the chaos. None of them of heroes though, each one acting according to their own desires. The newest of Kings is no different, yet he finds himself having to forego his cynicism and truly play the part of champion. AU Campione! (Discontinued)

6. Chapter 5

Disclaimer: The works of of Campione(!) and any other used series belong solely to their respective owners. No commissions will be accepted for this project, as it would be against doing this as a work of passion. Also potentially illegal.

Valorant here.

Just to be clear I do not have a set writing schedule. While I do enjoy writing, I have other things demanding my time so I can't produce a chapter on a regular schedule. Besides to guarantee an update on x date I'd likely have to sacrifice quality, which I am simply not going to do. This is no masterpiece, but I do have standards for this project. Though I can say updates moving on will likely be on Friday or Saturday, as it works best with my schedule to do updates on these days. So keep your eyes open on the weekend.

I'm surprised no one has asked about Jace's background yet since I've yet to drop any real info about it. Too bad. For those who are curious it won't be long till we get a real sense of Jace's past. It's not a pleasant one. As you've seen already it heavily influences how Jace behaves and interacts with others. The newest Campione could arguably be called a sociopath based on several metrics.

Cookie to the first person to recommend a Heretic God for a future arc.

Might as well say it here. It will be a while before we get any significant interaction with the DxD side of this crossover. It will play a significant role in time, but for now we'll primarily be in Campione(!).

SPOILERS

Here we see a little Veneration verse AU regarding Erica. In the novels her parents were dead or gone at an early age, but the reason was never established. At least in the first set of novels. So, I decided to add in some backstory I think that gives her some strong motivation to act act so tenaciously against a Heretic God despite knowing she could never defeat one. This back story also alters the canonical ascension of Doni Salvatore to a Campione. I have several reasons for doing this. A major reason is that Veneration is a darker story than canon Campione(!). This will be an ongoing theme in the story. I believe it lends a more mature tone and adds in tension that was lacking from Campione(!). Hence Melqart's threat to flood the Mediterranean. As for the other reasons, I don't want to spoil the story too much so just wait and see.

Most of the main cast for Veneration, if from a licensed series, will have alternate backgrounds to some degree. Much like with Erica I wanted to add some more detail to their personalities and ambitions. Like I said before I appreciate the canonical cast of Campione(!) so I want to keep the core of their characters. But this an AU, so I wanted to do something original with them, something that would place them in interesting positions. Otherwise I feel it be a waste of opportunity of creative possibility and meaningful character development. Hence one of the reasons I took Godou out of the position of MC. If I had stuck with Godou the characters wouldn't see much change because I'd feel obligated to write Godou as Godou. That's why I chose an OC as the MC. Jace is the mechanism by which I intend to do most of the character development for the rest of the cast. Of course, now I have to actually pull off what I want to write in an engaging and believable manner.

Anyways. Enjoy.

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Veneration

Human Rising Arc

Chapter 5: A little bit of understanding

Everyone has reasons, what are yours?

Jace's head rested on his closed fist. He was not pleased.

"Let me get this straight. Melqart the other god I met, is apparently going to sink the Mediterranean. In the process killing millions of humans. The god is powerful enough to do as he threatens."

"That would be correct. God Melqart's fury will be devastation unlike any seen in human history." From her position in the front of the car the blond knight looked to the back through the rearview mirror. Seeing Jace with his eyes closed did not reassure Erica. She was beginning to understand for the Campione such a gesture was more a sign of aggravation than contemplation.

"Unless Melqart is stopped the disaster will destroy the Mediterranean." Erica reiterated.

"So, you want me to fight Melqart." Jace still hadn't opened his eyes.

"Yes. I do not ask this lightly Lord Armell."

A rumble emanated from the Campione's chest. "Yet you still want me to risk my life. Blandelli you're asking a lot. Fight a god I know nothing about. Who is waiting for me, in a location chosen specifically to fight me. Sounds like walking into a trap to me."

Erica did spoke slowly, searching for the words. Countering the Campione's point wasn't possible because it was all too true. Instead, she needed to work around it. "Your concerns are valid."

"I'm glad you agree" Jace interrupted sarcastically.

Erica pressed on. "But you're the only one who can fight Heretic God Melqart. Lord Armell, no number of mages throwing themselves at Melqart will do more than annoy the Heretic God. And the other Campione are unable to react in time. Only you alone are in a position to fight back against the will of Melqart."

"Why should I care. I don't know any of those people. Better yet why don't you just tell the world so people can evacuate in case the god actually drowns the Mediterranean."

Erica frowned, Jace Armell was proving to be a harder man to persuade than she had anticipated. It was as if the man cared for naught in the world.

"I think Armell-sama is right. Ah, about telling the world about Heretic Gods part that is. It just seems like the thing to do; I mean people are safer when they know they're in danger right?" Godou firmly answered. To him it was only common sense.

Erica's frown deepened. "I disagree. Imagine a world where the common person is constantly reminded that death is around the corner. Imagine how it would feel to be so powerless. The sheer chaos as every man, woman, and child is rent out of the peace of their ignorance. Confronted with a world full of sentient disasters that care not for the devastation they wreak."

"Ignorance is not bliss."

Jace had finally opened an eye. He was staring straight into Erica's reflection, his eye a hard amber orb.

Erica broke the indirect eye contact, for some reason unable to match the intensity in that amber orb.

"No, it isn't. But it's better than absolute chaos."

"Maybe." Jace didn't argue further. He wasn't interested in debating the merits of the Great Knights argument. He just wanted some food to fill the hole in his stomach.

Erica was at a standstill, which was a first for her. She believed herself rather gifted at negotiations. But infuriatingly enough Jace Armell was proving to be her toughest challenge yet. Strangely enough though, said man had yet to outright deny her request.

"Lord Armell, I assure you that you will not go uncompensated for your efforts. If you should slay God Melqart, you shall receive an Authority as the victor. Allow me to remind you that such a prize is very rare to come across in the world. Even your seniors have had to wait years to acquire a new Authority. Not to mention the gratitude of all of Italy's magical society."

A rumble escaped Jace's throat as he digested Erica's words. An Authority was power. Power shaped the world, Jace had learned that well. The battles against gods only reinforced that theory. And if Melqart could sink the Mediterranean, then Jace had only scraped the surface of what his Authorities could do. From a logical standpoint it wasn't such a terrible idea to fight Melqart. It was a calculated risk of gaining a new ability vs. possible death. So far, the Authorities he'd gained had saved Jace's life twice now. An ability taken from Melqart might very well save guarantee Jace's victory in future battles against Heretic Gods. The question was, is it worth the risk?

"Armell-sama, Blandelli-san is right. I mean we can't just leave all those people to die. I… I don't know anything about fighting or gods. It sounds so dangerous; I understand not wanting to face Melqart." The Japanese teen spoke his mind, doing his own part to persuade Jace.

Jace turned to face Godou, with a questioning look in his eye. Jace 's tone was neutral, but it carried an undercurrent of disbelief. "Are you saying I'm afraid?"

Godou shook his head swiftly, denying such a statement. "No, the opposite. I think you're the bravest person I know. I mean what kind of person will fight a god and not flinch? But you're more than just violence. You saved me earlier when it would have just been easier to leave me behind. So, I'm asking you to please save all the people Melqart is going to kill. I'm asking a lot but please, don't let all those innocent people die." Godou bowed down. It was a poor facsimile of a proper Japanese bow due to the constraints of the car. But Jace understood the intention, nonetheless.

That was the crux of the matter; why Jace had not outright refused their pleas.

Jace Armell was not a kind person. Kindness in his experience got you taken advantage of or killed. So, attempting to pique his merciful side was a prospect doomed to failure.

But Jace Armell was a loyal person. Life in the streets had taught Jace to be mistrustful. But it also taught him that on the occasions someone was straight with him to return the favor. Loyalty could not be bought, it had to be earned; that's what made it so precious. If Jace was a romantic he might call loyalty the ultimate test of honor. The test of whether a person could be trusted or not.

These two strangers had risked their necks to assist Jace in killing a god of all things. Jace might not have liked it, but he owed the Japanese teenager and blond knight. Owed them a large debt. Therefore, whether he liked it or not, Jace had to repay that debt. Even if it meant putting his life in danger. Such was the way of Jace Armell.

A long-suffering sigh escaped Jace's lips, the clearest sign of emotion, besides anger, the normally stoic man had given so far to his companions. "Alright. I'll do it. I'll battle Melqart."

A comforting smile formed on Godou's lips. A victorious grin, albeit smaller than Godou's, appeared on Erica.

"But not for free. I'll require compensation." Jace's words were stern, he didn't want anyone to think he was being charitable. That would set up expectations he preferred no one to have.

Erica's grin shifted into a professional smile, calm and composed. "Of course, Lord Armell, in what manner would you prefer your payment?"

Jace shifted, leaning back into his seat. "First how much influence does your organization have with the Italian government?

Erica raised one delicate eyebrow "A substantial amount to put it simply. If you're asking if we could obtain favors from the government, the answer is yes. Why?"

"Because I arrived in Italy in an unusual manner; leave it at that. I'll need a passport and associated documentation prepared when I want to leave. Besides that, about 500,000 US Dollars. All in cash."

Erica didn't question Jace's motives for what he wanted. Internally the blond knight was relieved he was asking for so little. Campione were often greedy individuals, their desires boosted by their status as God-slayers. He could have demanded a fortune or whatever else struck his fancy; Erica would have no choice but to fulfill his wish in return for the Campione's aid. A modest amount of money and easily obtainable documents were no problem for Italy's magical associations.

The blond knight inclined her head shallowly. "Very well Lord Armell. Your requested payments shall be prepared and ready by the time you have faced Melqart."

Erica's face became somber "Though to collect you will first need to defeat God Melqart. Do you have a plan in mind?"

The Campione leaned his head back, humming. "Not a one."

Erica frowned. That was not the response she was hoping for. "I see."

Jace snorted. "Blandelli I know nothing about Melqart aside from what I saw with my own two eyes. He's huge, wields twin clubs, and is insanely durable. Not much to go on. You know more about him than I do. So why don't you tell me about the god."

Erica nodded in understanding. She was beginning to understand Jace Armell if only a little bit. What she had earlier mistaken for apathy was actually calm rationality. The flame-haired Campione for all his ruthlessness was a tactical thinker. He sought out knowledge and used it to maximum effect to dominate a battlefield. He was not a reckless man. Erica realized, to her credit, she had been subconsciously layering her knowledge of the Sixth Campione onto the Seventh. It was an understandable mistake, but one she would not normally permit herself to make. Her past regarding the King of Swords combined with the stress of dealing with multiple Heretic Gods was taking its toll.

All heads turned toward the front of the car as the vehicle came to a halt. The driver swallowed nervously, afraid to speak.

"We have arrived at Barone Cappozi's villa your Majesty. I will be available upon request should your Majesty and party need transportation."

The man was desperately hoping that the Campione he had transported hadn't taken offense to the length of the trip or his driving skills. He'd heard plenty from his cohorts what happened to the god-worshippers who had attempted to kidnap the Seventh Campione.

Jace and company exited the car, with Godou thanking the driver. The relieved man slumped over his wheel after being blissfully ignored by the towering Campione.

"Heh. Nice place." Jace looked over the villa, noting its every feature within view. Unlike Lucretia's slightly dilapidated home, Cappozi's villa shone.

The outer courtyard walls were pristine stucco white. The driveway neatly snaked alongside well cared for flower beds, dotted with olive trees. The actual villa was a classical reconstruction of Roman architecture. Marble columns held up sloping roofs bedecked in orange kiln fired clay.

"Barone Cappozi is well known even in Italy for his reconstructive efforts of Italian history. No doubt the inside of his home is adorned with art from all ages of Roma and Italia. As you can no doubt tell the baron is a wealthy man." Erica offered up.

"Blandelli-san is everyone involved in magic rich?" Godou was gobsmacked at the splendor of Barone Cappozi's villa. Being middle-class in Japan, Godou was used to a far more modest style of architecture.

"No, Mr. Kusanagi. It just so happens that many families of magical societies, mine included, are old money. Barone Cappozi is also one of the more affluent members of his respective association. Nobility throughout the ages were more often than not also practitioners of magic. You could honestly say that magic and money go hand in hand."

The blond knight's voice was somewhat haughty when she spoke of the nobility and economic strength of magical associations.

Jace grunted, taking in the information. "So, I take it your family is nobility as well Blondie?" Jace stressed the question of nobility, making air quotes while asking. He was less than impressed with Erica's inflated ego.

Erica of course caught on to Jace' subtle sarcastic undertones. But instead of being annoyed she smirked. "My family's nobility is actually quite the special case. If you trace the Blandelli lineage back 300 hundred years, you'll find my ancestor to be none other than a Campione. The Campione blood in my veins is an extremely rare case. Rare enough that being descended from a Campione automatically confers high status in magical societies."

"Nobility based on parentage. How medieval." Jace's quip finally evoked a negative response from Erica, with the blond knight openly scowling. She had never met such an infuriating man as Jace Armell. Brow beating the man was simply infeasible, no matter how she tried. Much to Erica's chagrin.

"Uh, Blandelli-san?"

Erica gladly turned her attention from the Campione infuriating her to a far more reasonable man. "What is it Mr. Kusanagi?"

"Is that a butler?" Godou pointed toward an approaching figure, who'd exited the villa shortly after the trio's arrival. The man was dressed in archetypical European butler attire, down to his immaculate shoes.

The apparent butler hurried over once he'd noticed Godou's pointed finger. Upon closing the distance, the well-dressed man gave an sharp yet graceful bow. With his right hand held over his heart, bowed to precisely to a 45-degree angle.

"Your Majesty in the name of the House of Cappozi and the Vigilant of Sistine I welcome you to my master's home. I am maggiordomo Biachi, it will be my duty and pleasure to serve you while you are within my master's home. Please forgive my failure to welcome your party immediately upon your arrival, but these old bones don't move as well as they used to."

Upon closer inspection the butler did appear old. With shock white hair and a well-worn aged face the man could easily have been in his early seventies. His slow arrival could readily be explained by his advanced age.

"Don't worry about it." Jace casually dismissed the concern, not particularly bothered by the slightly long wait.

"I thank his Majesty for his understanding and forgiveness. Rest assured though; my age will not keep me from properly performing my duties henceforth."

"Good, good. Now I was told Cappozi had food ready and waiting for us. Because I need to eat. Now." Jace was eager to proceed past the formalities to settle the rumbling in his stomach. He'd only eaten once in the past three days, and the food he'd gotten from Lucretia's had been leftovers from the day before. He needed to eat something substantial before the acid in his stomach started cannibalizing his muscles.

Was that even possible for a Campione?

"Ah, of course your Majesty. A feast fit for a King such as yourself waits in the dining room. Barone Cappozi will be there waiting for your arrival. Please follow me."

The butler gestured for the teens to follow and began walking towards the villa's front door.

Jace, eager to eat swiftly followed after the butler, with Erica and Godou following less zealously after him.

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The inside of the villa was just as well maintained as the outside. Vibrantly colored walls adorned with old paintings from all of Italian history greeted the teens. Several old vases cracked and weathered, but painstakingly restored sat atop solid marble pedestals. And that was just the foyer.

"I see Barone Cappozi has spared no expense in his pursuit of the arts." Erica stated matter of factly, after a review of her surroundings.

"Indeed Signora Blandelli, Barone Cappozi has spent a fortune on restoring relics of our rich past. My master is well aware of the value of preserving our past, for the future." The maggiordomo proudly declared.

"I think the museum I was in had less complete pieces than this." Godou muttered. He hadn't meant to be speak aloud, so was embarrassed everyone's eyes turned to him. "Oh sorry, I'm just surprised." Godou held his hands up apologetically.

The maggiordomo gave a comforting smile to Godou. "No need to be apologetic at all. You merely understand the depth of my masters' passion for safekeeping our country's history. I'm sure you understand Signora Blandelli."

Erica for her part did understand the value of and did appreciate her nation's past. "A little dusty for my tastes, but it's never a bad thing to go over the history books now and again."

If the maggiordomo was put out by Erica's declaration he didn't show it. Merely smiling indulgently at the much younger woman.

"Yeah, the place is a regular museum. Now can we get to the exhibit where the local cuisine is stored?" Jace's impatience was beginning to show.

Fortunately, Biachi understood the meaning of Jace's half-dead joke. The maggiordomo gestured for the Campione and company to follow once more.

After going down several corridors, they reached a large doorless opening.

Beyond the threshold laid a long table. The table covered in a fine silk cloth, with several candle wicks placed at regular intervals.

They'd finally reached the dining room.

Biachi hurried forward into the room. After a quick clearing of his throat, he spoke. "Barone Cappozi, I present his Majesty, Jace Armell! Beside him are his companions Signora Erica Blandelli, and Signore Godou Kusanagi."

At the end of the table across from the maggiordomo and teens, a portly man of medium height turned from admiring a painting. He appeared to be in his sixties, with an olive complexion common to those who hailed from the Mediterranean. A thick, dark black moustache sat on his face. A sharp contrast to the silver hair crowing his head.

The man began energetically walking toward the party. Or more specifically Jace.

"Ah! Your Maestá, welcome, welcome to my home! It is an absolute honor to be the host for one such as yourself. As you heard, I am Barone Cappozi."

Cappozi walked right up to Jace and offered his right hand.

Jace raised an eyebrow, not expecting the gesture.

Erica scoffed internally. Jace Armell would surely scorn the gesture as he'd scorned every other unnecessary social interaction so far. The man Erica had witnessed so far did not take pleasure in interacting with others, instead seemingly irritated by said interactions.

Godou didn't think much of the gesture. It was seemingly innocuous to him, though he had to think that Jace wasn't likely to return it. The Campione was very reluctant to engage in social niceties.

Which is why both were shocked when Jace grabbed Barone Cappozi's hand with his own and gave it a firm shake.

"Jace Armell, but you already know that. I appreciate the invitation, been a while since I had a proper meal."

Jace's reasoning for accepting the handshake was a simple one. It was far easier to gauge someone's intentions when they felt at ease. Jace was suspicious of the baron, the offer of food and boarding too good in his mind. No good deed goes unpunished.

Barone Cappozi's smile widened signicantly upon hearing Jace's words. The older man enthusiastically shook the Campione's hand. "Of course, your Maestá, I could imagine doing no less for the hero of Sardinia. Afterall who knows what havoc those Heretic Gods would have unleashed on our beloved island if not for yourself. Please excuse this lacking reward for your deeds. But I assure you this feast will not disappoint; it will be worthy of a King such as yourself."

Jace let go of Cappozi's hand, surveying the table. To his disappointment there was no food set. "So, when do we eat?"

"Why right now of course Maestá, we were merely waiting for your arrival. Biachi!"

The maggiordomo answered the que, promptly. He pulled out a chair at the end closest to Jace. Bowing Biachi cleaned off the chair for any dust which might have sullied it. Then, once satisfied he gestured for Jace to seat himself on the chair. "If it pleases his Majesty, this seat is yours."

Jace raised an eyebrow, unused to such displays of etiquette. Though the Campione didn't hesitate for long, the rumbling in his stomach now painfully audible, moved him to act. Once Jace was seated, the maggiordomo pulled out a chair for Erica and Godou respectively, both on adjoining sides of Jace. Cappozi seated himself across from Jace, settling in.

The maggiordomo clapped his hands loudly. Doors from behind Cappozi opened at the sound of the clap. Fragant scents wafted in with the air from the doorways. Butlers, four in total, entered the dining room. In their hands were lid covered serving dishes. The butlers walked in silently, their heels making no echo on the hardwood floor. None made eye contact with Jace, Erica, or Godou, instead averting their attention slightly down.

"Primo, Serve!" Biachi cried.

The four butlers placed their dishes with practiced motions, quickly setting the trays, without so much as a jostle of the table. They lifted the lids, revealing the contents within.

Soup and bread.

Jace breathed in the aroma of the hot soup. It smelled rich and hearty, full of spice. Jace was salivating, he was ready gulp down the whole bowl if it tasted as good as it smelled. Godou was also enjoying the aroma of the soup, he'd hadn't eaten since yesterday either, so he was rather hungry himself. Only Erica didn't react ravenously to the presentation of food. As a knight of the Copper-Black-Cross and a lady, Erica had appearances to keep up.

"Burrida I see, not a bad choice at all. Although its not common in this region." Erica addressed Cappozi. The elderly man's smile grew a little wider. "Ah, as expected from one as cultured as Signora Blandelli. Yes, I became fond of the dish during my travels in the Liguria region. Although it has a unique twist, it is positively scrumptious when soaked into the accompanying bread. Please, please try it."

"It got poison in it?" Jace innocuously asked the question. Cappozi's features drooped in shock. Biachi look scandalized. Jace tapped his fingers on the table. "You'll have to understand, I just had some bloody bastards attempt to kidnap and kill me, so I'm a little on edge." Jace's eye's hardened daring Cappozi to answer. The baron snapped out of the shock. "No, no, no Maestá! I assure you no one from my household would dare."

Jace believed Cappozi. If the man was lying Jace would sus it out, but the baron wasn't. Good thing too. Jace would have hated to have to kill the man, if only because dinner would be ruined.

"Ahem. If it helps Lord Armell, a Campione is immune to all forms of mortal toxins. Even if the Barone Cappozi was idiotic enough, it would do no harm." Erica asserted.

Jace looked too Erica who nodded in confirmation. Jace shrugged accepting the statement. The blond had no reason to lie.

The Campione gripped the bread, dunked it into the soup, then popped the combo into his mouth. His eyes widened.

Cappozi waited with baited breath for the Campione's reaction.

Jace instead of speaking grabbed the bowl and lifted it up.

Then proceeded to down the thing in one go.

Godou's mouth hung open. Cappozi's eyes widened in turn. Erica stared.

Jace slammed the bowl, now empty, back down onto the table. A loud belch emanated from his open maw. "That was good." The Campione had a pleased smile on his face.

Cappozi's smile returned in full force. "Ah, it pleases me to hear that your Maestá enjoys the primo."

"Well, if Armell-sama likes it, it must be good." Godou took his own bread in hand and dunked it into the Burrida. Godou's eyes lit up, pleasantly surprised by the flavor depth of the combo. The Japanese teen enthusiastically dug into the soup, albeit at a more human pace then Jace.

Erica shook her head at the shenanigans.

Jace looked toward the maggiordomo. "More." It was a command, not a request.

Biachi was quick to comply, ordering one of the butlers to retrieve a second helping.

"Your Majesty is welcome to as much of the primo as he desires, but I do hope he saves room for the other courses." The elderly maggiordomo remarked.

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"Now, if his Maestá does not mind I would like to ask some questions." They had just finished the first course when Cappozi chose to speak.

"Depends on what you want to ask." Jace replied neutrally.

"Tell me of your battle against the gods. I never had the opportunity to witness a battle between a Heretic God and a Campione before. So, I am most curious."

Jace sat back in the wooden chair, kicking his feet out in front of him. "The battle huh. Unreal, I suppose one could say. It was like fighting against a living force of nature. Lightning, wind, rain, all made into weapons. I never imagined in my wildest dreams of such a thing happening."

Cappozi started stroking his mustache. "Ah, is the King unfamiliar with magic?"

"Da. I've never seen it before just a few days ago." Jace scratched his face.

"I see. Please continue. I'm eager to hear how you defeated Verethragna."

Jace took a swing of the juice he'd requested after refusing the offered wine. "I assume your people learned about Verethranga from that cultist I let go." Cappozi confirmed it was true.

"Fine. Verethragna was tough. Literally. I can break a man in two but was unable to lay a scratch on him. It felt like hitting a steel beam. Only when I used an Authority to attack was I able to do any damage. Though turning his own Authority against him seemed to do the trick. It ate through whatever protection Verethragna had. At least the first time."

"A god of [Steel] then. It is unsurprising your Maestá was unable to strike truly. Gods of [Steel] are hardy, more so than even Campione, their bodies more akin to living metal than flesh."

Jace hummed. "[Steel]. Da, steel is an accurate description of what that body was like. Anyways. After using the grimoire that stole his power, Verethragna and Melqart duked it out. I stole an Authority from Melqart, just dropped a barrage of lightning on them. It hurt them but, it didn't kill them."

Cappozi stroked his mustache enthralled in the story. "What happened then Maestá?"

"Verethragna dropped Melqart, temporarily at least. I tried dropping more lighting, but that tiny god just dodged everything. Decided if a precision attack wasn't enough, I'd just.. what's the American phrase? Ah, carpet bomb him. I threw a tornado at him, to see if he could dodge that."

"Did he? I imagine such a thing would be difficult even for a Heretic God."

Jace drunk from his mug, savoring the fresh grape juice. He placed it down a little forcefully. "No. He cut through the wind. Literally. With a golden sword, apparently it severs divinity."

Cappozi ruminated on that. "A powerful Authority, then. But Maestá if such a force was against you, how did you achieve Victory?"

"Luck. Verethragna was so engrossed in the fight he forgot a little fact. I was a Campione already, so I had access to an Authority he didn't know about." Jace stated.

Godou's snapped his fingers, remembering the fight. "Right. Armell-sama was pinned beneath the god when… he just exploded in fire!"

Internally Jace sighed. He would have preferred not to mention that specific bit of information. An unknown trump card was always better than a known one.

"Fire? A grand Authority of [Fire], what a potently destructive ability. Truly fitting for a God-slaying King."

"Indeed. The might of the flames was enough to overcome even God Verethragna's immortality. After unleashing the Authority, the battle was over." Erica chimed in.

"Ah, magnificent. From what little I know of the god Verethragna he would be a dangerous opponent for even a veteran Godslayer. Too think your Maestá defeated two deities of such power in… oh, how long has it been since his Maestá's coronation?"

"If you mean the death of the first god I killed… four days. There was another god, in Africa."

Erica and Cappozi both had their mouths drop in shock, the graceful mannerisms temporarily abandoning them.

"What?" Jace was perplexed by the staring.

"Lord Armell… the only Campione known to defeat three deities in the span of a week is the Wolf King of the Balkans. He'd only done so after a hundred years as a Campione. You've met his record in the literal first week of your coronation."

"Huh. Cool." Jace casually responded.

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It was in the midst of the third and main course that the conversation around the table turned. By this point that the topic of Melqart's impending catastrophe arose.

"To think that God Melqart would sink the entire Mediterranean. It is most fortuitous that your Maestá appeared when he did. No, it is fate, that Jace Armell has risen to Kingship in this dire hour!" Cappozi boisterously declared. The man had begun drinking of wine early into the meal and had become more than a little tipsy. His cheeks flushed red, the baron held an even more affable air to him, albeit at the price of earlier decorum.

"I have to admit it is impossibly fortunate that a new Campione appeared at such a pivotal hour." Erica had also partaken of the wine offered, though at a much slower rate. Unsaid to anyone, even herself, Erica had drunk herself stupid to cope with the stress of knowing she was going to die fighting a Heretic God. She still felt tension, only a fool wouldn't but now she didn't feel the need to drown in inebriation. Jace Armell was not only a powerful King, but more importantly he was now an experienced God-slayer. The Campione knew how to fight Heretic Gods.

So, Erica could breathe easier, enough to feel confident that victory was achievable.

Godou on the other side of the table, had completely refused to accept any wine. He was underage in his home country so it wouldn't feel right to imbibe any alcohol. Also, he remembered how rowdy his family members became when drunk so he was in no hurry to act like them. "I just glad we can stop Melqart-kami before the he can manage to hurt anyone." Godou's face soured as he remembered the words of Melqart. It pissed him off, quite frankly. Godou detested bullies and Melqart was behaving like a god sized one.

Jace kept to his juice.

"You all have big expectations. There's no guarantee I'll beat Melqart. This god knows I'm dangerous now and will likely be prepared. So don't get your hopes up." The Campione retorted before downing his entire mug in one go. Jace stuck the mug out, prompting the butlers to refill it.

"Oh, sorry Armell-sama, we're talking about you like you're not even here." Godou rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "We're grateful for the risk you're taking again. It's just that.. well… your amazing! I mean the way you fought Verethragna-kami was incredible, even flipping the table when it seemed he had you beat. It's kinda hard to not just assume you'll be able to win."

Erica spoke up offering her own opinion. "I wouldn't go as far as Mr. Kusanagi, but it was impressive to watch. You were able to pull off an unthinkable victory acting the manner of a brute, while laying a trap worthy of a cunning fox."

Jace's tone was dry when replying "Thanks blondie. I appreciate the compliment."

Erica pouted at the nickmane.

"Anyways when do we get to the main course? The soup and grilled vegetables were nice, but I need some protein." Jace began tapping the table again in impatience.

"If your Majesty is ready we shall serve the Terzo immediately. Serve!" Biachi clapped his hands, signaling to the attending butlers.

"Your Maestá should find this absolutely delectable. I had the finest lamb in the village slaughtered just for dinner tonight." Cappozi boasted.

"Don't get my hopes up Cappozi. If its as good as you claim I might just eat the whole thing myself." Jace stared with ravenous intensity at the silver platters the butlers carried into the room.

"Rest assured your Majesty it is the finest meat you shall be tasting." Biachi claimed with just a hint of arrogance.

Simultaneously the butlers removed the lids from the platters. An intense aroma wafted in the diners' noses. "Lamb shanks, nice." Jace breathed in the aroma, salivating at its richness.

"Judging by the aroma, simmered in a Montepulciano reduction. A fine choice for flavoring lamb Barone. Though I'm surprised you didn't use a Sangiovese." The blond knight idly commented.

"Ah a fine nose for wine, I'd expect no less from a Signora of Blandelli. As for the choice, I wanted to ensure that his Maestá received the best the Vigilant of Sistine had to offer. It is only proper to treat a Re in such a manner." Cappozi innocently proclaimed.

Erica's eyes narrowed, ever so slightly. "Oh, I'm surprised, I've never heard of the Vigilant of Sistine making such overtures to the King of Swords." Erica drank from her wine glass, making it appear her assertion was natural as possible. Cappozi's eyes narrowed in turn. Cooly the baron responded "Alas, Re Salvatore has yet to accept our invitations to visit. Instead, his maggiordomo only sends words that the Re is busy traveling the world in pursuit of Heretic Gods."

Erica took another drink from her wine glass, making direct eye contact with Cappozi whilst doing so. Neither had a warm gleam in their eyes. "It seems Lord Salvatore doesn't believe the Vigilant of Sistine worth parleying with. The baron's smile faded, replaced with a thin line of tightened lips.

Jace quietly observed the exchange between the Great Knight and the baron. Rather than intervene, because he had no interest to, the Campione chose to dive into the tantalizing skewers set before him. Upon tasting the meat, Jace paused for thirty seconds, not even completely tearing the portion of shank from the bone.

Everyone began staring, worried in their own way. Erica thought that the Campione might be experiencing some form of drawback due to his Authority used earlier today. Cappozi terrified that King had found the shanks unappetizing and would make his displeasure known. Godou worried the man was choking on the shanks.

Then….

Jace violently ripped the meat from the bone with his teeth. He chewed with vigor, gnashing the tender lamb with tooth. He swallowed the food as soon as it was ready, then immediately proceeded to rip another portion of the delectable shank off. The process went on with gusto until the entire plate was free of meat, left with only bone.

Jace stuck out the plate. "More." Was all the Campione said. The butlers hesitated, unprepared for the sheer voracity displayed by Jace. Biachi the experienced maggiordomo saved the situation. "Serve!" Cried the old maggiordomo, gesturing with a flourish toward the butler nearest Jace. That animated the butler, jolting the man into motion. A new plate of lamb was quickly set before the Campione. Jace tore into it as he had the previous plate. And another. And another. And a fifth plate, until Jace no longer called for a new serving.

When finally satisfied Jace leaned back and gave a mighty belch. "That was good." Jace's rare praise caused several effects. Erica giggled, barely hiding behind her hand. Godou rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to make of the bizarre display. Cappozi's smile returned in earnest.

"I'll ensure his Maestá's compliments reach chef Piardi." The baron heartily laughed.

"I had no idea Armell-sama was such a big eater." Godou sheepishly started digging into his own lamb.

"Oh, have you not been with his Maestá for long Signore Kusanagi?" Cappozi paused from biting into his own lamb.

"No. I mean we all only met… two days ago. It's hard to believe it's been such a short time. We're all basically strangers, but we helped Armell-sama kill a god. That's unreal right?!" Godou couldn't believe what he was saying even though he'd lived the events.

A sharp gleam entered Cappozi's eyes. "Oh, truly? You are mighty brave to do such a thing despite not knowing anything about magic Signore Kusanagi." Cappozi quietly began cutting off a portion of lamb. "Of course, I would expect no less from a Great Knight of the Copper-Black-Cross, especially one from the Blandelli house." The baron slid the piece of meat into his mouth.

Erica delicately cut off a piece of lamb. "As you say, I was merely doing my duty as a Great Knight of the Copper-Black-Cross." The blond knight gracefully placed the tender lamb in her mouth.

"Ah, yes, you would do your uncle Paolo proud. Though I must say I am well pleased you ran into better fortunate than your parents did facing off against a Heretic God."

Erica's reaction was instantaneous. She froze. After a brief moment she swallowed, then slowly turned to Cappozi. Her gaze was cool. "Why are you bringing up my parents Barone Cappozi?"

The baron innocently patted his mouth with a napkin. "No reason in particular Signora Blandelli. I am simply relieved that someone so young and talented didn't perish in the manner of her parents."

Godou looked between the two, wondering where the sudden tension between them had come from. Erica looked… well like she wanted to throttle someone and Cappozi's demeanor reminded him of someone he knew. It wasn't a pleasant association. "Blandelli-san I don't understand, what do your parents have to do with you being alive. I mean wouldn't they be glad to hear you're, okay?"

Jace sighed. "Kusanagi you're an idiot."

The Japanese teen's confusion was written plain as day across his face. "Eh?"

Jace sighed even deeper. "Read the room bloody dumbass. Blandelli's parents obviously died because of a Heretic God." Jace looked toward Erica. "I get that right Blandelli?"

Erica nodded tersely.

Godou went quiet. Then he asked "What happened to them? Ah! Only if you're okay with telling me." The Japanese teen added when Erica's gaze bore into him.

The blond sighed shallowly. Then she began talking. "It was four years ago, in the summer season. It was seemingly peaceful, another pleasant summer vacation for many. For the mages of Italy, it was a day out of hell." Erica downed the contents of her wine glass. "Much like this summer it was the backdrop for the descent of a Heretic God. At first the magical associations attempted to parley with the Heretic God. All they received was the God's name; Nuada. At least that's what those who survived told. Heretic God Nuada it seemed was only interested in finding worthy opponents to match his sword against. He challenged and slew all but two of the initial contact party. They only survived because they ran. Later, after sending another scouting party, we learned that Nuada reached a small village. A festival between the village and a neighboring village was going on at the time. The festival involved as series of challenges between the two villages; consider it an expression of rivalry between the village groups."

Erica paused in her speech, then asked a question "Lord Armell, do you remember what I said about the different types of Heretic Gods?"

"Yeah. Gods of [Storm] can precipitate high level wind disasters, [Sun] gods often cause draughts, and gods of [War] can cause outbreaks of armed violence." Jace gave a questioning look.

Erica weakly smiled; it was not a pleasant smile. "Correct. Now you should know, Heretic God Nuada was very much a god of [War]."

Jace blinked, then he understood. "I see. How bad was it?"

Godou did not understand so he asked "Wait, I'm confused. What does the village festival have to do with Nuada-kami?"

Cappozi interjected to answer, softly he spoke. "The god's aura incited the villagers to extremes. Petty conflicts turned violent. Friendly competition became vicious duels. Wrestling matches became bouts to the death. It only intensified until the heads of each village led their kin into an all-out battle against the other. By the end, only the elderly and small children were left alive. All the able bodied had shed blood until they all killed each other."

Godou paled, his visage turning sickly. The Japanese teen wasn't dumb. He'd remembered the talk at Lucretia's, he just hadn't connected the dots. Godou was young and came from a peaceful little corner of the world. He simply lacked the mindset to draw such a horrific conclusion the way Jace had. Basically, Godou was naïve.

"But, why? Why would a god make someone do all that?" Godou asked softly. He looked like he was about to be ill.

"Because Heretic Gods do not care about humans. You yourself heard the intentions of Heretic God Melqart. That's the blight of [Heresy], an affliction that strikes every Heretic God. They lose all control of themselves and follow wherever their specific [Heresy] drive them." Erica shook her head, disgust clear on her features. After that pause the blond knight continued "The mage associations determined that Nuada was moving toward another population center, a city of 20,000 thousand people. Calls were put out to the nearest Campione, the Black Prince and the Wolf King. They would have arrived well after the city was under the god's sway. Many saw it as inevitable that the city would fare the same as the villages prior. But not all."

"Including your parents." Jace asserted matter of fact.

A bitter smile appeared on Erica's face. "Yes. Abele and Elena Blandelli decided allowing further casualties amongst the innocent was unacceptable. As Great Knights of the Copper-Black-Cross they led a coalition of several Italian magic associations. Really it was incredible of itself, rallying so many knights of different orders behind a single banner."

"Did they stop Nuada-kami?" Godou asked, even though his gut feeling was telling him otherwise.

The blond knight took a deep breath before speaking. "For a time, the knights held their own. My father it was said even managed to wound Heretic God Nuada." A brief smile lit up Erica's features, as familial pride shone through. Then it faded as she continued "The wounding promoted the knights in Nuada's eyes it seems, for the god began to take them seriously. They fought valiantly but were simply no match for Heretic God Nuada. My father was slain after engaging the god in a one-on-one duel. My mother fell attempting to buy time for the other knights to retreat."

"Blandelli-san that's…" Godou didn't have the words to respond to that.

"They were brave, knowing they were going to die but still fighting anyway." Erica's eyes widened as she looked at the speaker.

Jace met her gaze solemnly. The so far unheard-of positive comment, let alone genuine praise from the Campione stunned the blond. "Most would have run away. Be proud of them." Jace finished.

A small smile graced Erica's lips. It was hesitant, but sincere. "Thank you for your kind words, Lord Armell."

"You're welcome." Jace took a swig from his mug. A contemplative expression overtook the Campione's features. "Anyways. Considering the headline an entire city in Italy went down in blood never made the news, I'm assuming something stopped Nuada."

"After the coalition failed, a single man stepped forward to battle Heretic God Nuada. The man against the advisement of the association heads, challenged the god to a duel."

"Which knight was it Blandelli-san?" Godou had long forgotten his plate as he sat enthralled at the story being told.

A strange expression overtook Erica, her countenance unreadable even to Jace. "It was no knight, in fact it the man in question was a failure of a Mage Knight. Leaving aside the details this man had no knightly code of honor nor any sense of chivalry. It would be better to describe him as a mercenary. Yet it was this man who took it upon himself to combat Heretic God Nuada."

Jace chose to ignore Erica's odd expression, instead focusing on the mention of the mercenary. "What would possess a soldier of fortunate to risk their life in fighting a god? Not something someone who cares about money should be doing."

Erica nearly snorted at the mention of money. As a lady she managed to hold it in. "In his own words the mercenary said 'it sounded fun to match swords with a god'. Truly the man was an aberration of humanity. But perhaps the abnormality was what allowed him to slay the Heretic God Nuada."

Cappozi nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed. The King of Swords is an extreme eccentric, but an unopposable genius with the sword. It was that talent along with the luck of turning the god's Authority against itself that enabled Re Salvatore to defeat his first God and ascend the throne."

Jace rubbed his chin. "I see. Sounds like a dangerous man."

"He did save all those people so he can't be all bad. Just like Armell-sama." Jace snorted at the implication, Godou smiled slightly in response.

Erica refocused on Cappozi, that chilling glare back in her eyes. "You never answered my question Barone Cappozi, why did you bring up my parents?"

Cappozi firmly met Erica's glare, not backing down an inch. "I only believe it's proper his Maestá understands who his traveling companions are. Especially if he is risking his life at their request. It also serves his Maestá to understand more about Heretic Gods. I am merely performing a service for one of humanities champions."

Erica's eyes narrowed. She knew Cappozi was lying, that bit of her past shouldn't have mattered one bit. "Oh, and pray tell what precisely Lord Armell gains by knowing that portion of my past."

Cappozi had the gall to smirk. "Why Signora Blandelli you do have to admit his Maestá knows little of your motivation in this matter. Perhaps the tragedy of your parents passing—"

"Caused her to have an active hatred of Heretic Gods. Therefore, she might be using me to obtain revenge. Possibly throwing me to the wolves, unprepared, just to satiate her desire for vengeance. Afterall Blandelli still hasn't imparted any substantial assistance to actually defeat the god." Jace stared down into his mug as he spoke. Once he stopped talking, he swung the mug upward and downed all the contents in one go. Then he looked Erica straight into the eye.

"You have to admit blondie, you get a whole lot out of this deal for little to no effort. I'll have to do all the heavy lifting, again." Jace interrupted Erica when the blond knight started to object. "Don't get me wrong. I'm still going to fight Melqart, I keep my word. But like Cappozi said your awfully driven to see me kill Melqart. It has to be personal."

Erica folded her hands in her lap, not saying anything for a time. Then she spoke firmly. "I cannot lie and say I'm impartial. I do detest Heretic Gods this is true. But my priority is saving the millions of lives that Melqart will surely snuff out if the god isn't stopped. Therefore, my goal is to see you the victor Lord Armell, at all costs. Never doubt my honor as a Great Knight of the Copper-Black-Cross."

"Hnnh. Fine. I'll accept that for now." Jace casually replied. Erica wasn't attempting to deceive him so Jace could accept her explanation for now. Not that it particularly mattered to him, it didn't change his objective at least.

Erica nodded with grace. But her eyes shone with ice when they met with Cappozi's. The baron betrayed no particular emotion. "I see. Very well, if his Maestá has made his decision I have no authority to object. Please excuse me for bringing up such a topic insensitively." The baron bowed his head shallowly toward Erica. The blond knight turned away, refocusing on her food, which had gone as cold as the mood.

()

The mood at the table had remained tense, but thankfully stayed productive all the way into dessert. Poor Biachi did his best to ensure that if nothing else, the food remained a positive experience for the diners. Jace appreciated and actually thanked the old maggiordomo at the end of the meal.

"Have to say, that was hands down the best food I've ever had. Compliments to the staff." The staff gave a small cheer at the praise from a Campione. Biachi the old maggiordomo maintained decorum befitting his station, accepting the praise with quiet dignity.

"Now that we've had our fill, I would normally suggest that we retire for a game of chess. But alas, the hour grows late and as his Maestá said time is short. I've had Biachi prepare a bath for the three of you." Cappozi rose from his seat, gesturing for the others to do the same.

Godou blushed at the mention of a bath. "Cappozi-san do you mean a bath for all three of us?" Godou wasn't unused to bathing with other males, it wasn't completely uncommon in Japan for people of the same sex to share a hot spring. That was perfectly fine. But sharing a bath with girl?! What exactly did Italians get up too?

Cappozi raised an eyebrow at Godou's question. "If that is his Maestá's choice certainly."

Godou wasn't sure what to make of that. He was glad that it wasn't a given he'd be sharing a bath with Erica, the lovely lady that she was. But to seriously say that it was Jace's decision, made him look suspiciously at the large man. Godou suddenly realized he didn't know what way Jace's gate swung.

Erica was scandalized, there was absolutely no way she'd be bathing with strange men.

"A bath does sound pretty good right now. I'll take my one by myself. Blondie and Kusanagi can do what they want." Jace casually stated.

Godou sighed in relief, glad his chastity wasn't in danger. Cappozi briefly smiled, before returning to a serious expression. Erica's eyes narrowed; she'd caught Cappozi's reaction to Jace's words.

Cappozi clapped his hands, signaling Biachi. "Very good. Biachi please make the arrangements for Signore Kusanagi and Signora Blandelli. Maestá please follow me."

Cappozi led Jace down several hallways. The older man making passing commentary along the way. Denoting certain artifacts, he'd collected, or paintings of famed Italian artists. Until finally they reached a wooden double door.

With a flourish Cappozi opened the door, letting out the sound of running water.

"Your Maestá shall be quite pleased I believe. This is no ordinary bath. It is a carefully reconstructed replica of a roman bath. Perfect for lounging in and relaxing from a day's trouble. Fitting for even a Re if I may be so bold. Please enjoy."

Jace stepped into the bath.

The room was large. Eight pseudo marble pillars ran along the walls, adding an air of imperia. Though they paled in comparison to the bath itself. It dominated the center of the room, easily an eight-by-eight-foot enclosure, standing three feet high. A small staircase led into the bath; it was unnecessary for the height, but it added an air of elegance. Topping it off was the stone statue pouring water into the bath. The Venus figure was modestly clad in a toga. In her hands was a large jar pointed over the bath. The water flow for the bath came from this, pouring at a steady rate from the mouth of the jar.

"Not bad." Jace commented on the empty room. He was thoroughly impressed by the lavishness of the bath. Jace dipped on hand in the water testing its temperature. He found it too be a pleasant warmth, just perfect for a dip. Eager to clean himself, Jace began stripping. The Campione carefully pulled his shirt over his head, not wanting to rip the fabric any more than it already was. He frowned as he looked over the shirt, noting the large tear where it had been cut by the smugglers. Jace's frown only intensified as he looked over the grime or damage done to his pants. His boots weren't so bad Jace thought, not particularly caring if they were dinged up. But his outfit otherwise was shot. He'd have to remember to ask Cappozi to find replacement clothes in his size, Jace thought to himself.

It was just as Jace was removing his briefs that he heard the knock. Someone was at the door to the bath.

"What is it?" Jace spoke loudly, assuming it was Cappozi or his maggiordomo.

The replying voice swiftly dissuaded Jace of the notion. "Pardon us Maestá, we are here to clean." It was velvety and feminine.

'A woman? Clean? The bloody hell do they want?' Jace thought, perplexed by the interruption.

Before Jace could respond, the door to the bath swung open. Three women filed in, clad in lingerie, their nubile forms were bared to Jace's sight. Jace raised an eyebrow at the intrusion, but said nothing immediately, instead drinking in the sight of the women. Each one was lovely, capturing a different aspect of beauty.

The oldest was tanned gleaming copper, a Mediterranean beauty. Her looks were refined, and mature, fitting for a woman of roughly thirty years. "Saluti, your Maestá, I am Dianna, I look forward to serving you today. Please let me know whatever your desire." Her accent marked her an Italian much like Erica.

The next oldest was paler in skin, but her skin was smooth and supple from the way it stretched over her muscles. She appeared no older than twenty-five. Her dark black hair was tousled into buns, gleaming in the light. Her expression was naturally sultry, expressing a smoldering sexuality. She curtsied, saying "Bonjour, Lord Armell, my name is Josephine. It is my pleasure to serve you." She stressed the word pleasure, adding an intensity to it. If Jace was a betting man, he'd place her accent as French.

The youngest woman nearly stood slightly behind the other two, as if shy before the unclothed Campione. Her smaller frame compared to the other two and cherubim looks bespoke of a younger age. Jace guessed she was around his own age. "H-hello King Armell. I'm Nadia, I'll be in your care. Ah! I mean you'll be in my care, so please let me know if you require anything." Her English was the best by far, so a native speaker most likely. Jace knew that accent though, so she was definitely British.

Jace considered clothing himself but didn't feel particularly off about being nude in front of the women. He was more concerned with their presence in general.

"I assume you three are Cappozi's maids." Jace stated.

Dianna spoke for the three of them. "Yes. Barone Cappozi informed us that a Re wished to take a bath. The Barone sent us to ensure your Maestá experienced only the finest hospitality."

"Oh, awfully kind of Cappozi." Jace neutrally commented.

"Baron Cappozi only offers the best for such an esteemed guest. It will be a delight to bathe you, Lord Armell." Josephine flirtatiously purred. The French woman began to close in on Jace, with the other two not far behind. Jace merely waited for their approach, pondering the situation.

Josephine stopped mere inches from Jace, standing directly in front of him. Nadia and Diana flanking him from the sides. Josephine reached out an eager hand and lightly traced circles over the Campione's muscular abs. Jace didn't react. "Oh, la, la, I could see you were abounding with muscle Lord Armell, but to feel it up close is quite the experience. You feel as strong as steel." Josephine purred.

Dianna reached out and began massaging the muscles of Jace's right arm. Her small hands couldn't even reach around the whole of Jace's bicep. "Your Maestá truly is a splendid man, the finest I've ever seen." Jace said nothing in response.

Nadia hesitantly reached out for Jace's left arm. The girl took a deep breath, then gently pulled Jace's arm to her bosom, cradling the appendage. "I-I hope we are pleasing to you King Armell. Please enjoy our service."

Jace's eyes narrowed.

Josephine drew her hands upward and stepped into Jace. Once she got her arms around the base of Jace's neck, the maid drew herself flush against the Campione. "Shall we begin the bath?" The maid throatily purred.

The Campione looked from Dianna, down to Josephine, then over to Nadia. A frown forming over his lips. The three women worried what that meant. Did they do something wrong?

"Tell me something." Jace looked straight down at Josephine.

"Lord Armell?" Josephine hesitantly responded.

"When did I say you could touch me?" The cold and rough tone in Jace's voice caused all three women to instantly stiffen up. They realized they'd just irritated the Campione.

"Get off me." Jace growled.

All three women instantly released their hold on Jace, stepping back in fear. They all knew Campione were dangerous, and they had just angered one. Jace tilted his head slightly to the side, looking the women over. Annoyance was clear as day in those amber orbs.

Dianna nervously swallowed but attempted to speak. "Your Maestá we only wanted to—"

Jace cut her off. "I know exactly what you were trying to do. Tell Cappozi I appreciate the offer but it's unwanted. Now get out."

"Our sincerest apologies!" The women squeaked out. They hurriedly obeyed the command.

The door to the bath opened then slammed shut. Jace sighed, that had been annoying for him. He'd only waited as long as he had to dismiss them because he was testing Cappozi's resolve to influence him. It seems the baron was highly intent on garnering Jace's good graces. All the more reason to not trust the baron, in Jace's opinion. Jace had plenty of experience with men like Cappozi. They used people to reach their own objectives. Jace was only receiving this treatment because of his Campione status. Cappozi had no genuine interest in Jace himself. Jace didn't know the exact motives, but he knew they weren't for his benefit. And Jace wasn't about to be on a leash. It may have been a comfortable leash, but a leash all the same.

()

After their respective baths Erica, Godou, and Jace found themselves in Jace's room; mostly because it was the largest. It was Godou's offhand comment about the niceness of the bath of Cappozi's villa that brought up the attempted seduction Jace had experienced. Godou wasn't sure what to make of it, awkwardly congratulating Jace. Erica merely expressed her distaste for such clandestine activities.

"How shameful for a lady to engage in such licentious behavior." Erica stated with disdain. She was about to ask if Jace had enjoyed such debauchery but stopped herself. Remembering the last time such a topic was touched upon. Erica was curious, what would a man like Jace Armell do with women throwing themselves at him? "I take it you sent them away?"

Jace snorted. "Yeah, I did."

Erica feigned surprise, "Oh, so weren't seduced so easily Lord Armell. Surprising most men would have leaped at the opportunity."

"I already told you what happened the last time I got with a strange woman. Besides, I'm not fond of strangers touching me. Let alone someone disturbing me like that when I'm trying to relax." Jace firmly stated.

"I guess that would be unnerving. It sounds like a scene out of a bad harem manga." Godou interjected.

Erica frowned, then gained a resolute expression. "I see. Lord Armell, I apologize for the insinuation. It was unkind of me."

Jace raised his eyebrow in surprise. He already knew an apology from Erica Blandelli was a rare thing. "Thanks." Jace shifted to get more comfortable. "Anyways. Let's get this meeting started."

Namely, a strategy meeting.

"Okay. Let's review what we know for sure. Melqart is waiting for me in a location of his choosing. It's definitely a trap." Jace was currently leaning back into a chair at the room's desk across from the bed. "I got a general direction, its Southwest, somewhere in the sea. I'm guessing an island unless the god wants to do a battle in Atlantis." Jace snorted.

Erica was elegantly drawn up on a sofa, left of Jace. "You shouldn't jest Lord Armell, God Melqart might very well intend to do battle in the sea. He is a god with strong ties to oceans after all."

Jace's face scrunched up a manner that relayed his growing frustration. "Great. Maybe he'll ride a seahorse into battle." Jace shook his head. "Never mind. We'll have to hope that isn't the case, otherwise we're bloody fucked."

Godou was currently the only one seated on the room's large bed. Sitting cross-legged the Japanese teen felt out of his depth. Sure, he'd asked Jace to fight Melqart, but he hadn't actually planned to be party to the meeting to decide how to kill the god. "Armell-sama is it possible to get Melqart to come to us? I mean if it's a trap shouldn't we avoid walking into it."

Jace nodded his head in agreement. "You're right Kusanagi. It would be better to fight on our terms. Unfortunately, that isn't an option." Jace spoke with finality.

Godou opened his mouth to ask why but Erica beat him to it. "Mr. Kusanagi it's simply impossible to provoke God Melqart into coming to us. At least not before the Heretic God sinks the Mediterranean in spite. No, we have to go to God Melqart."

"I see." Was Godou's disheartened reply.

Jace leaned back further into his chair. "Okay. Next. We have two days to get there so we need to leave tomorrow morning. If we're lucky we'll make it by the first day."

"That would be best. I would prefer not to leave things till the last minute. Lord Armell, are you more familiar with your Authorities? You won't be able to take God Melqart by surprise like you did God Verethragna. Your capacity to use your Authorities will likely be the deciding factor in the battle."

Jace frowned as he mulled over Erica's question. "I've figured out how to activate the flame-thrower one. Actually, that reminds me of something. When I activated that Authority against Verethragna, I started speaking some kind of poem. Why is that?"

"Ah, you mean the Words of Power. Truth be told not much is known of them, you'd have to ask a more experienced Campione for a substantial accounting. Though speculation among the magical societies so far is that they are triggers for Authorities."

Jace put a hand to his chin, trying to remember something. "Wait a moment. I used it before in Africa. I just wanted to kill my opponent and it worked."

Erica shrugged, saying "I cannot guess as to why. It's been noted that Campione have used Authorities without reciting Words of Power. Perhaps Words of Power provide some form of… targeting for an Authority. I unfortunately cannot provide more concrete information. Anyways. Speaking of you fire Authority, have you gleaned any information about it?"

"I figured out how to activate it. Though I haven't figured out the part of not bursting into a giant inferno yet." Jace stated.

Erica grimaced in recollection, the memory of the fire-based Authority fresh in her mind. As powerful as the Authority was, without proper control it was unreliable at best, or an active detriment if Erica or Godou accompanied Jace in the battle. "We do not have the time to experiment, but there might be a way to regulate the Authority. Lord Armell, do you know what god you usurped the Authority from? If we know the nature of the god, we can possibly determine its, let's call it behavior."

"Behavior?"

"Yes. All Authorities receive structure from the legends of a manifested god. For instance, if a Sun god were to manifest, their Sun based Authorities would be strongest during the day, especially a high noon. But at night such Authorities would degrade as the power of the sun wanes, or even be unavailable till dawn. If we can piece together the nature of the god who you usurped… we really need a name for this Authority." Erica's explanation suddenly stopped as she realized that the subject of their conversation didn't even have a name.

"A name huh?" Jace realized that it was true the [Fire] Authority didn't have a name. The Campione wasn't completely sure it was necessary for it to have one. But it would be more convenient if he named it. Was it really worth the time though? "Is this worth the time Blandelli? We haven't got all night."

Erica was adamant about the naming though. "We can't keep calling it the flamethrower one, now can we. Naming an Authority is a special occasion. While others might very well use a different name than the one you pick, what you pick matters most. The name you give it will define the Authority to you. So, we need to pick a good one."

"Fine. I guess Fire." Jace said with no thought at all.

Erica looked aggrieved at Jace's choice. Godou was scratching his face. "Armell-sama that's not… very creative." Erica had finer words. "That was completely thoughtless and an utter disgrace for the power of the God's. No. You are not calling it that."

Jace crossed his arms somewhat offended. "Tch. Fine you come up with the name then."

Erica and Godou took to the task with glee.

"Fire of Vesuvius." Erica.

"Damnation Flame." Godou.

"No." Jace

"Divine Immolation." Erica.

"Hell Fire Scorcher." Godou.

"No." Jace

They came up with several other choices but they were all shot down by the Campione. Erica finally gave up, believing the Campione was simply denying their suggestions as revenge. Godou though had one more idea.

"How about, Archaic Flame?"

Jace didn't outright deny the suggestion like the others. He mulled it over, admitting it had a nice ring to it. Erica was miffed her choices weren't given as much consideration but relented that the proposal was the best sounding one so far.

"Not bad Kusanagi. I like it. [Archaic Flame] it is." Jace pronounced with authority.

Godou grinned unabashedly that his choice of name made the finals.

Now that the naming convention had taken its course Erica brought the conversation back to the strategy portion of the meeting.

"Lord Armell, do you remember anything of the god you usurped [Archaic Flame] from?"

Jace didn't answer right away. A strange expression overtook him, as he tried to remember the events of his first God-slaying. Unbeknownst to Erica and Godou, Jace's mind was aflame with hazy memories. The conflict between Jace and the gods had been a harsh one, leaving its mark on the Campione. The deity' attack had done more than simply kill Jace, it had damaged his soul. It wasn't all that strange. Unlike a mundane attack the deity's attack had been born of divinity. Divinity could affect the soul itself, altering it, reshaping it, or destroying it. The damage had been brief, but impactful, ruining the memories of Jace's struggle. Only Pandora's ritual had preserved what little remained of the conflict in Jace's mind. Suffice it to say Jace had no real answer to give.

"No. It was big, made of fire, and that's all I can remember." Erica wanted to press harder, but she had the feeling that doing so wouldn't do any good. If the Campione was that adamant pressing would only annoy him. The blond knight sighed; this was going to be harder than she was anticipating. But killing a god was never a simple task. Pivoting Erica switched to discussing Verethragna.

"Perhaps we should focus on Verethragna instead. Lord Armell, you utilized an Authority after defeating Verethragna. That's what brought you back to full health after having your neck snapped.

"Sounds about right. I remember Pandora and company saying something similar. Maybe it only activates if I die.

Erica processed the information Jace imparted. She had to admit his deduction regarding the Authority's activation was likely spot on. Or the blond knight hoped so, otherwise they had so little to work on that preparing to fight Melqart was nigh impossible. "Then we have the Authority that saved you from death. And now [Archaic Flame]. So, we have two Authorities to work with. At least we know how to activate them. Unfortunately, we'll have to wait to delve into the finer aspects of your Authorities Lord Armell. Now we simply need devise a plan for battling Melqart. I-"

"Not two, seven." Jace interrupted.

Erica raised an eyebrow. "Seven what?"

"Seven Authorities. I received six Authorities from slaying Verethragna." Jace was casual. So, casual Erica's eye's bulged from her head upon hearing the statement.

"Six Authorities! That's unheard of! Even Lord John Pluto Smith's [Metamorphosis] is only known to grant four forms. Lord Armell, are you certain of this? This would place you on par with older Campione." Erica demanded. If this was true, their odds against Melqart weren't so dire. Any Authority was immeasurably potent. Having seven Authorities was an incalculable advantage.

Jace nodded. "Yeah. I talked to Pandora and her comrades. They confirmed I usurped six Authorities from the God of Victory." Jace could somewhat understand Erica's… animation. Authorities were power and Jace suddenly possessing so much of it of boggled even his mind.

"That's… that's a good thing, right? I mean if Armell-sama has more Authorities he has more options." Godou added.

Erica began to slowly massage her temples, not caring if the actions ruined her image of a knight. "Yes, Mr. Kusanagi, the more Authorities Lord Armell has available the better. If only he would mention the fact, he possesses them sooner, it would save me a great deal of stress."

Jace shrugged. "You never asked."

Erica buried her face in her hands and gave an aggrieved sigh. Godou rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say.

Once she'd finally calmed down Erica returned to the posed a question. "Lord Armell, you said you spoke to Pandora, correct?"

Jace nodded in the affirmative.

"Lady Pandora is known as the Patron of Campione. If she chose to meet with you, it must have been to provide counsel for you battle against Melqart."

Jace snorted, pinching the brow of his nose. Erica took on a questioning look at the Campione's actions. "Is something wrong?"

Jace sighed before speaking "Let's just say Pandora was anything but helpful. Ugh."

Erica's was about to ask for more details before Jace cut her off. "Don't ask. Suffice it to say I only managed to get guarantees that Campione are free to act as they please and that I should hunt down any Heretic Gods I come across."

"I see. Unfortunate, Lady Pandora, and her companions are the ones who guide Campione, so any insight they share could prove invaluable." The blond knight frowned, disappointed that they couldn't glean more information for the upcoming battle. Erica decided it would be prudent to return to strategy.

"Regarding Verethragna, the Authority you usurped will likely be your key to victory. Now that the Grimoire is gone and you lack the element of surprise, Melqart will certainly plan a countermeasure for [Archaic Flame]. Lord Armell, do you mind revealing what the Authorities look like to you?"

Jace tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner. "You're asking?"

Erica took on a solemn expression before responding. ""Lord Armell information is power, power just as meaningful as an Authority. The precise number of most of the modern day Campione's Authorities are unknown save for Lord Salvatore. Asking you to reveal all this information is no small thing. Doing so, risks it being leaked to your enemies, Heretic God or otherwise, which puts you at a disadvantage in battle."

Once again Jace was forced to reassess his opinion of Erica Blandelli.

He began wondering if all the talk of being a knight wasn't just a matter of station. Perhaps along with it came a code of honor. That said Jace wasn't keen on revealing his hand. Erica had been right on the money, if Jace revealed the information it might get leaked and used against him. He had placed some trust in Erica and Godou. The question was how much more should he? In the end, Jace had to pick between long term security or short-term survival. If Jace revealed the information Blandelli could help put him figure out a way to use the Authorities he barely knew anything about. He picked survival.

"Alright. The icons are a bull, a camel, a boar, a ram, a child, and an armed warrior. I remember an icon of a ram appearing to me after I defeated Verethragna." Jace rubbed his chin, pondering. "Yeah, the way I revived sounds familiar to Verethragna, though it took longer. Weird." Jace noted the qualities of his newfound Authority.

"Maybe it's because it's no longer part of Verethragna-kami. Maybe Authorities behave differently for a Campione compared to a kami." Godou mused.

He started blushing when Erica stared at him intently. "What?" he asked, hesitantly.

Erica crossed her arms, tapping one finger against her arm in concentration. "You may be more right than you know Mr. Kusanagi. The transfer of Authorities may be less than perfect, resulting in changes in those Authorities. So little is known about the Authorities of Gods and Campione. The only thing we know for sure regarding a Campione's Authorities, is that they can inherent restrictions on them. Which makes sense if you viewed from that angle. That would explain the Masked King's [Metamorphosis]. Lord John Pluto Smith is noted to have to make a sacrifice in order to utilize the abilities of [Metamorphosis]. For instance, if Lord Smith were to transform into their [Archmage] form it has been observed that a large structure seemingly unconnected to the Masked King is demolished by unobserved forces. Another is their [Jaguar] form, whenever that form has been observed manmade lights extinguish even if power hasn't been disconnected."

"Is transformation really possible? That sounds incredible Blandelli-san, can mages do that to?" Godou excitedly asked.

Erica shook her head in the negative. "Unfortunately, not Mr. Kusanagi. No amount of magical talent or practice will allow a human to shift their own bodily form. Only Gods, Campione, and some of the eldritch species can manage to do so. We're straying from the topic at hand. We need to ascertain the nature of…. We need to name them again. Erica abruptly stated.

Jace sighed in irritation. "Again, Blandelli? I'm just going to call them by their avatars, we don't have the time."

Erica pouted. It was a calculated move, meant to persuade the Campione to grant her desires. The Great Knight for all her knightly ideals was also a woman. A very attractive young lady at that and she knew it. She wasn't above a little use of her femininity to get what she wanted.

Jace wasn't' falling for it though, it would take more than a pretty face to move him. "Pout all you want Blandelli, won't change a thing." The Campione crossed his brawny arms in resolute defiance.

Erica pouted harder. Jace sat unmoved.

"You really have no grace to entertain a lady." Erica huffed.

The Campione merely rolled his eyes.

"Moving on. For now, let's assume my Authorities are a one to one of Verethragna's save for the possibility of restrictions. Meaning, I'd have superstrength [Bull], the ability to resurrect from death [Ram], a giant boar [Boar], and a sword that can cut through divinity [Warrior]. As for the [Camel] and [Youth], the [Camel] might be how Verethragna dodged bloody lightning, maybe. The [Youth], Kusanagi you said Verethragna made you move like a puppet, right?" Jace turned toward Godou. The Japanese teen grimaced at the memory of his first meeting with a god.

"Hai. It was like I couldn't control myself, I just wanted to do whatever Verethragna-kami said. I still thought it was super creepy at the time." Godou stated, shaking slightly from the unpleasant memory.

"That's extraordinary Mr. Kusanagi. Even a partial resistance to a God's Authority is an incredible feat."

Godou blushed slightly from the compliment. "Really? That's… awesome I guess."

Jace smirked, shaking his head. "It's okay to be proud Kusanagi."

Godou smiled a little more confidently. "Thanks Armell-sama."

Jace gained a thoughtful expression, before frowning. "Well, the [Youth] is going to be useless. Got a sneaking suspicion I won't be able to force Melqart to just kill himself. Too bad I didn't get the [Stallion] out of the deal. A lightspeed attack, now that would have been helpful."

"Hey, Armell-sama, that makes me wonder. Why did you steal the [Stallion] from Verethragna-kami instead of that [Golden Sword]? The ability to cut through an Authority sounds more useful, right?" Godou suddenly asked.

Jace raised an eyebrow surprised Godou was asking. "That, huh. Look at it this way Kusanagi. When Lucretia cast magic on me, I learned a lot about Verethragna. Unfortunately, it didn't say, x Authority behaves in y way. I didn't know the [Golden Sword] cut through divinity. I did know the [Stallion] was an attack based on the legends around Verethragna. Well, a strong theory at least. I didn't want to try a complete unknown over something I at least had a likely theory on. Worked out at least. Who knows what would have gone down if I took the [Golden Sword] instead of the [Stallion]. The Campione explained.

"Oh, right. At least we know how it works now right." Godou tried shifting the conversation to a more positive note.

"Maybe. It might carry those restrictions you figured out. In which case who knows how it operates. Hopefully it's ready to go against Melqart, I'll need every edge I can get."

"But you are right Lord Armell, that matches from what Lady Lucretia told us. If only we had her insight now. Unfortunately, we don't have the time to ask for her aid. We need to confront God Melqart as soon as possible. Which is why I suggest we adjourn our meeting. We could go over more of Melqart's mythology, but we need sleep as well. Lord Armell, Mr. Kusanagi do you agree?" Erica decided to bring the discussion to a close.

Jace shrugged. "Sure. Honestly, I went a couple of days without sleep in Africa and felt fine. But I won't say no to a good rest."

"Actually, I'm feeling pretty tired. Must be all the excitement." Godou yawned.

"That settles it. We'll meet again in the morning." Erica stated with finality. She got up, followed by Godou. Just as they were leaving, Godou looked back toward Jace. The Japanese youth looked sheepish but decided to say something. "Good night, Armell-sama."

Jace grunted, slowly saying. "Yeah. Goodnight Kusanagi." The Russian looked askance.

Godou smiled, despite the odd return of the well-wishing. He left, leaving Jace alone in the room.

The Campione got up from his seat and headed toward the bed. Jace plopped down, then laid back. He noted the softness of the bed, it was honestly the best he'd ever had the pleasure of sleeping in. It was a small comfort for the risk he was taking. Jace sighed deeply. The Russian wondering what he was doing. He wasn't afraid of fighting, never had been. Risking his neck like this for others though? That was a novel experience. He wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Bloody dammit Jace, what have you gotten yourself into? Whatever. Just take care of this and your debt free. Last, you'll see of those two as well. Seriously, who are they demanding you fight a god." Jace closed his eyes letting himself relax. He wouldn't bother undressing from the fresh clothes Cappozi had gotten for him. Nah, all Jace wanted was to get some sweet sleep.

Jace cleared his mind, drifting off to a well-deserved rest.

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Language Highlight

Italian:

Signore: Sir

Signora: Lady

Maestá: Majesty

Re: King

Barone: Baron

Maggiordomo: Butler

Primo: First

Terzo: Third

Russian

Da: Yes

Japanese

Kami: God or divine spirit

San: an honorific to respect strangers or acquaintances

Sama: Honorific used to denote high respect, especially for someone of higher status, a boss or a ruler