Duke Goddodin's Residence.
Patricia Ericsson carried a stack of documents, adjusted her thin-framed glasses, and walked into the house with a heavy expression.
The person she was meeting was Europe's highest-ranking witch, who had retired as Chairman of Witenagemot and was currently involved in its operations as a Special Advisor.
She was also the daughter of Duke Goddodin, a stubborn woman known as the White Hime-Miko.
Her full name was Alice Louis of Nafal.
Passing through the lavishly decorated hall filled with an aristocratic aura, Ericsson headed straight to the bedroom, unlocking the door with a key.
In the spacious, European-style room, a fair-skinned woman in her twenties with shimmering blonde hair and a beautiful appearance leaned against the headboard, sighing softly.
"Miss Ericsson, don't tell me another problem's been sent here?"
"Isn't this something you, with the highest Spirit Vision, already foresaw?"
Ericsson adjusted her glasses, speaking in a stiff tone.
"It's exactly because I foresaw it that I know it's a big problem."
Alice muttered, then looked at her secretary and private tutor.
"I have a hunch this must be related to a God."
"Your hunches are always very accurate."
Ericsson calmly handed over the documents, saying simultaneously.
"A Heretic God has appeared. Preliminary estimates point to the British region. Its Authority is related to Darkness and Death."
"And it's likely not just one. Royal Arsenal found abnormal thick fog appearing in Greenland."
"It's highly probable two Heretic Gods are fighting."
"Thick fog, Darkness. This isn't good news."
Alice exclaimed in surprise, taking the documents and frowning.
"Then, no word from Alec?"
Aren't God Slayers the ones most eager to fight? How could they stay calm facing a Heretic God?
Normally, upon hearing this, shouldn't the Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne, be eagerly rushing to battle?
"The King seems to have found clues about the Holy Grail and went to pursue it."
Ericsson adjusted her glasses, speaking with slight helplessness.
"Do you want me to use Spirit Vision to confirm the Heretic God's identity?" Alice asked.
"The current Chairman didn't explicitly say so."
Ericsson stood upright beside Alice, adjusting her glasses.
"Of course, given your current physical condition, I don't recommend such actions."
Apparently, Alice's frail body couldn't support her powerful witch lineage.
Thus, for a long time, Alice had been unable to leave her bed.
This was why she retired as Witenagemot's Chairman, issuing orders remotely as a Special Advisor.
However, a woman's curiosity couldn't be stopped. Since childhood, Alice had craved connections and information about Gods and God Slayers.
Otherwise, Witenagemot wouldn't dare secretly gather information on God Slayers, even naming their Divine Authorities.
"Just confirming quietly shouldn't be a problem."
Alice said softly, as if reassuring herself.
"Hmm, let me see. Who exactly is the other party?"
Alice's eyes gradually became vacant.
The next second, she saw an unfamiliar room and several blurry figures.
And a knight sitting cross-legged at the door, seemingly guarding the existence inside? No, it was a Valkyrie with honey-colored hair.
At that moment, the Valkyrie raised her head, looking at Alice.
Like a sparrow spotted by a dragon, Alice's expression froze.
Seeing this, Ericsson's face changed. She quickly put on magic gloves, forcibly pressed Alice's head, and forced her out of Spirit Vision.
After exiting Spirit Vision, Alice gasped suddenly. Her delicate, beautiful face was covered in cold sweat.
"Thank you, Ericsson. A bit more, and that Valkyrie would've caught me."
"Valkyrie?"
Ericsson looked at Alice with slight surprise, asking.
"You know that Valkyrie's identity?"
Alice calmed slightly, then explained with lingering fear.
"I know. That Valkyrie's name is Lancelot."
"And she seems to be guarding the door…"
Alice said uncertainly.
"I'm worried the Heretic Gods that descended might not be just two, but a group."
"Of course, it's also possible the other party has a Summoning Divine Authority."
"This…"
Ericsson was shocked hearing this.
"Please don't tell me Lancelot is guarding King Arthur."
"From the looks of it, it's very likely."
Alice gave a bitter smile.
If this was true, things would be very bad.
King Arthur's status in Britain—those who understand, understand. At least comparable to Sun Wukong's status in a certain eastern country.
Imagine, if one day your ancestor crawled out of the ground, what would you do?
Based on Alice's understanding of Witenagemot and the Royal Family, once they learned the descended Heretic God was King Arthur.
They'd likely side with the enemy in the next second.
"If it's that King, isn't it a good thing?"
Ericsson said uncertainly.
"Maybe…"
Alice remained uncertain.
No one knew if the King Arthur descended as a Heretic God would be as perfect as in the myths.
But at that moment, Alice's eyes suddenly lost focus.
At this moment, she clearly saw a blonde, blue-eyed young man with a handsome appearance, looking at her with great interest.
"You're the ones who just mentioned my name, right?"
Alice's face stiffened instantly.
This felt… a bit too much. Just casually mentioning the King's name got a response.
Could anything be worse?
"Alice, Alice…"
With a series of calls, Alice opened her eyes, looked at Ericsson beside her, and said in a panic.
"How long was I dazed?"
"Three minutes."
Ericsson glanced at her watch, answering quickly.
Alice's face paled instantly.
"Inform the Royal Family and Witenagemot to prepare to welcome the King. Be careful not to carelessly mention His Majesty's name."
"Huh?"
Ericsson's expression changed drastically.
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At the hotel in the morning, Aslan stretched comfortably, then said with a smile.
"First time being a God, still a bit unaccustomed. Turns out I woke up."
Though the Arthur Spirit Status Aslan was using was absorbing the Faith accumulated in Britain for thousands of years, transforming into an Innate God, condensing the Spirit Status and God Position.
But Godly characteristics had already appeared in him. For instance, every spoken thought would have an echo.
Since it explicitly referred to him, he sensed Alice and the others' conversation.
"This kind of thing, just wait for the Spirit Status to solidify. The Spirit Status will receive this information and Faith."
Algol muttered softly. She'd been a God temporarily and was quite adept at this.
But the corner of Athena's mouth twitched slightly.
She always felt the Gods they talked about and the God she knew weren't the same species.
At least, she'd never heard of a God capable of this.
"Just set a feedback system on the solidifying Spirit Status, and it's done."
Aslan said with a smile.
"Might as well let Guinevere restore her God Position."
Though the Faith accumulated in Britain for thousands of years for King Arthur was just a drop in the ocean compared to what Aslan needed to solidify his Spirit Status, it wasn't hard to help Guinevere solidify a Subordinate God Spirit Status.
Repaying kindness with kindness.
Though the Halloween Queen's character was a bit bad, overall, she'd helped Aslan a lot.
Aslan hadn't repaid her much.
Taking this chance, he'd see if he could, while making this Arthur alternate identity a Three-Digit.
Raise Avalon to a Pantheon, reviving the Halloween Queen's base, which was nearly down to a few stray cats.
Faith, as a key Merit source for Pantheons, Human History would always send it regularly in certain amounts.
But if the corresponding Pantheon was destroyed by the Last Trial of Mankind, it meant its number was erased.
That Pantheon, even with abundant Faith and influence in Human History, would no longer gain any Merit.
When the Halloween Queen trained Arthur, it was like that. To nurture a new Pantheon, she spared no expense, inviting countless poets to sing its praises, aiming to revive the base.
But Arthur was ultimately destroyed by Dystopia. All resources invested then were wasted.
With this world's help, Arthur had become a God. As for the Knights of the Round Table becoming Gods, that was normal too.
After that, as long as Aslan manipulated it a bit more, solidifying the other Knights of the Round Table's Spirit Statuses in Avalon and establishing a territory in the Domain of Immortality, the Pantheon's base would form.
The rest depended on how the Halloween Queen operated. Aslan didn't believe she couldn't handle such a small operation.
Even after that, based on Avalon and Camelot, the Nordic Pantheon, Canaanite Pantheon… other Pantheons destroyed by his hand could be integrated.
Even forming the foundation of a great Pantheon.
Thus, in a few thousand years, Little Garden would have a great Pantheon under the Halloween Queen's banner.
Of course, Aslan definitely wouldn't lose out.
After all, he built the foundation. Arthur's Spirit Status would likely reach top-tier Almighty Domain (Three-Digit) level.
(Then… become the Halloween Queen's third wheel?
(Um… Why do I feel a bit scummy?)
Aslan seemed to see a bloody cleaver.
No way, absolutely no way!
How could a loyal person like him get cleaved!
Just one, two, three, four… that's all.