After Alice finished speaking, she dissipated the clone.
Her real body, far away at Duke Goddodin's residence, slowly woke up.
"How's the situation, Your Highness?"
Beside her, Ericsson, as her secretary, couldn't help but ask after seeing Alice awaken.
"The worst-case scenario!"
Wearing pajamas, Alice tugged at her beautiful blonde hair, sighing helplessly.
"Tell Witenagemot to prepare to fully assist King Arthur in defeating the Black Prince, Ericsson."
"What?"
Ericsson was shocked, then frowned and said.
"You mean?"
"We must fully side with the King and show our stance."
Alice sighed. Otherwise, she didn't dare guarantee what kind of treatment Witenagemot would face.
This King wasn't entirely ignorant of the current world, and it seemed He could even read minds.
"My apologies."
Ericsson apologized, then hurriedly left the room, intending to deliver this bad news to Witenagemot's members.
At this moment, Alice turned to the sky outside the window, sighing softly.
"My instincts tell me Witenagemot is likely to face a disaster. I hope that's not the case."
"I hope they understand this isn't a joke…"
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Above Greenwich, Witenagemot's headquarters conference room descended into noisy chaos.
"Officer Nord, why are you pledging loyalty to the Black Prince?"
"Of course, because I believe the Black Prince is more capable of leading Britain to greatness again!"
"Then what about Advisor Alice's warning?"
"She's just an advisor. And I heard Princess Alice might not live long. Such a great Hime-Miko talent should be passed on…"
Listening to the noisy discussion from Witenagemot's higher-ups below.
James Hark, the current Witenagemot Chairman, said in a deeply helpless tone.
"Is it so hard to let go of the interests at hand? It seems Witenagemot might as well be disbanded."
At this moment, a member hurriedly approached Hark.
"Chairman, news just came from the Royal Family. They're preparing to consider Princess Alice's marriage."
At this point, Ericsson, standing beside the Chairman, adjusted her glasses and said.
"Sorry, Her Highness the Princess is currently with the King."
Meaning, using Aslan's authority to make them back off on their own.
It could be called using someone else's influence to intimidate.
Hearing this, Hark massaged his temples, headache mounting.
"Even the Royal Family is choosing to side with the Black Prince?"
Hark was more inclined to trust Alice's judgment. The King of the End was clearly not something an ordinary God Slayer could oppose.
Doing their utmost… no, using everything to assist the King was Witenagemot's only way to survive.
But other council members didn't think so. They preferred to believe in the Devil King's power. They were convinced the Black Prince could surely defeat the so-called King of the End.
After all, since Marquis Voban nearly wiped out all European nobility, establishing the Devil King's reputation.
This was also the real reason God Slayers were feared—because they'd truly seen God Slayers run rampant.
Meanwhile, the King of the End hadn't appeared in fifteen hundred years. He was just a slightly stronger Heretic God.
Of course, the more likely reason was that, rather than pledging loyalty to an uncertain King of the End, they'd rather stick with the Black Prince, to whom they were nominally loyal now.
At least they'd almost figured out the Black Prince's character. Barring accidents, the war between Witenagemot and Royal Arsenal could continue.
As for pledging loyalty to an uncertain King? Forget it.
Only Alice would side with a Heretic God.
"Isn't that normal?"
Beside him, Ericsson adjusted her glasses, speaking with a bitter smile.
"After all, the Black Prince's title is Nobleman of God Speed."
Ericsson sighed and said.
"If we choose betrayal, once word reaches his ears, it'll take him mere seconds to come for us."
The Black Prince's Black Lightning Divine Authority was famous for its speed.
Turning himself into an energy form, achieving god-like speed. It's said to reach the speed of light.
"Maybe he's already here, watching the show, who knows."
"Hmm? You've got a pretty good perspective."
A not-unfamiliar male voice came from the corner.
Ericsson's face changed instantly. She turned and saw a young man in the conference room's corner.
His appearance was unremarkable, wearing a white shirt and cheap trousers. His black hair and eyes suggested Roman ancestry.
The Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne.
This God Slayer, after confirming, sat by the conference table, listening to Witenagemot's hesitant discussion about loyalty to him or King Arthur.
Truly, quite entertaining.
Hark suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Clearly, he hadn't expected the Black Prince to be so close.
But on the surface, he maintained etiquette, standing and bowing.
"Lord Gascoigne."
"Just call me Alec."
Alec smiled, mocking himself.
"After all, I've got no noble blood."
It's over… Ericsson silently felt things were bad.
Without Alice, Witenagemot truly had no ability to counter Alec's power.
Ordinary people just standing here were trembling in fear.
She was the same. It was already good she didn't wet herself on the spot.
What to do? Ericsson's mind raced frantically.
But at this moment, Alec spoke with interest.
"By the way, I'm a bit curious how that annoying White Hime-Miko wants you to help the King of the End?"
"I just don't know if she anticipated this situation."
Alec looked at Ericsson with a somewhat expectant expression.
"Speaking of, what's the White Hime-Miko's expression like now? Can I see it?"
(It's over. This time it's really over…) Ericsson collapsed to the floor with slight despair.
She didn't know if she should reveal Alice's plan. After all, researching God Slayers' Divine Authorities and characters, naming their Authorities, and so on.
Once this was known by an arrogant, stubborn God Slayer, it meant a group of God Slayers would gather to complete the mission.
A group of level 999 players clearing a level 1 mission.
"It seems you're hiding something from me."
Alec looked across the conference table at Hark, who was wiping cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
Suddenly, Alec lost interest and said somewhat boredly.
"Forget it, I'll come back to settle this later. I seem to have sensed that witch's aura."
Alec frowned, but his expression was very pleased.
Whether intentional or not, the aura seemed to come from underground.
"It seems that cursed woman prepared quite a lot."
After saying this, Alec's figure vanished. Only a lingering shadow indicated he seemed to be heading underground.
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Underground Greenwich, Witenagemot.
Aslan, stepping inside, frowned, sensing an unusual aura in the air.
"A God Temple?"
"Yes."
Alice landed on the ground, then looked at the ancient stone walls around her, explaining.
"This is a secret temple built by ancient monks. It was supposed to worship a Celtic God, but the deity's statue was long destroyed. However, some defensive facilities remain."
"So it became your place to store information."
Aslan touched the stone wall, found a spot, and pressed it. With the sound of heavy stone shifting, the smooth stone wall suddenly sank inward, revealing a passage.
Alice beside him said in surprise.
"You cracked the mechanism in one go?"
"What's strange about that? I'm from the Celtic Pantheon, after all. A Celtic temple is like home to me."
Aslan tilted his head, explaining with a slight smile.
At the same time, he silently activated the temple's dilapidated formation, conceptually defining this place as a Domain of Immortality.
Of course, this Domain of Immortality referred to a region with Gods, not the mythological world mentioned earlier.
Outside, it seemed an interesting man had arrived.
"Uh…"
Alice's expression was somewhat delicate.
(I haven't read much, so don't trick me. Isn't the Legend of King Arthur a fictional myth? How can it be tied to Celtic?)
(It always feels like this King Arthur has a big problem.)
Alice, with her quirky character, followed behind Aslan and entered the library.
Entering the library, Aslan saw rows of bookshelves. Most were filled, containing documents processed with magic.
Alice, following, explained softly.
"Roughly, over seventy percent of high-level classified information is stored here. The remaining thirty percent is basically stored on offline computers."
"Looks like quite a bit of work."
Then Aslan pulled out his phone.
"Mogwai, I leave it to you! Organize the information inside!"
"Ready, Master."
Then Aslan's phone, in a very scientific manner, scanned all the documents and connected to the computer.
Magic Technology!
After coming to Little Garden, Aiba Asagi's technology didn't regress but made greater progress. Magic, magic technology, and technology integrated perfectly.
Even Strike the Blood's world technology saw rapid development and abundant progress.
But Alice beside him widened her eyes, her mouth slightly agape.
"Huh?"
(No, where did you bring me?)
(Is this still the little Earth and the world I know?)
(This King Arthur is clearly not right!!!)
(What kind of God can pull out an almost scientific tool to organize documents?)
(If my Spirit Vision isn't wrong, I can't even beat this phone…)
Alice fell silent.
So magic could be played like this?
Alice seemed to understand something. Her eyes looking at Aslan grew increasingly enthusiastic.
On Aslan's phone, she saw a new path not inferior to God Slayers.