"Alice, why are you here?"
The uninvited guest was none other than the White Princess Alice Louise Ove Nafal, not in her real body but a spirit body made up of princess's spiritual energy.
Ectoplasm is a peak difficulty witch spell and Alice is currently the only one in the entire world who can condense a spirit body, even if it's a long jump from England to the United States, for her it only takes the quarter of a second.
"King, you haven't been to England to visit me for a long time, a lonely princess is starting to miss you."
Princess Alice said with a forlorn smile, looking like a poor white rabbit abandoned by it's owner.
"It's not just about missing me. Now that something fun is going to happen here in the States, how could my dear princess hold her feets and not came rushing here to join in the fun?"
Roy snorted with a smile, he deeply understands this beautiful witch's character just like every inch of her skin and body, even the path that she couldn't explore on her own are already explored by him.
"Hehe~~"
The princess known as the most powerful witch in heavens, covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, she did not refute Roy's words, because she knew that there was no point in refuting her dear king.
She had had no secrets in front of him long ago.
("had had" is past perfect tense, it's grammatically not wrong)
"Master~, try the taste of the food I made specially for you."
With an auspicious red mark on her forehead, and donning a beautiful traditional Indian saree, with a pair of star-moon pattern earrings flickering on her ears, Madame Aisha brought her dish on a plate and placed it on the table, her body language was enthusiastic and cheerful.
Madame Aisha doesn't care about calling Roy her master. She doesn't even have the so-called pride of a Campione.
She has even pestered around with the two ancient Godslayers, naming Voban as 'elder brother' and Luo Hao as 'elder sis', driving the two globally feared Kings into maddening and borderline desperation.
Roy stared at the food on the table. From the appearance... it... did look palatable. With his clairvoyance, Roy could see that Mrs. Aisha's cooking skills can still be trusted, after all she has been cooking for herself for so many years without poisoning herself, or maybe her physique handled it all...
Picking up the knife and fork, Roy closed his eyes with a fearless spirit and headed towards a piece of slicked steak.
His expression was solemn like a warrior, fearlessly going into a death battlefield. After a long time, he opened his eyes under Madame Aisha's gaze asking for praise:
"Fortunately, it is not the England's all famous dark dish. The taste is pretty good. Fortunately, not dangerous... huu~"
Mrs. Aisha had been working as a maid for an English household from the tender age of seven, her cooking skills are all heavily influenced by british cuisine. This resume alone, is enough to people make distrust her cooking.
After all, he himself has experienced the seventeen years of hell of the dark dishes. He had long heard about the british cuisine always being categorized as "bad" for its supposed poor food, lack of imagination, stodgy puddings, and weak tea back in his homeworld.
Back then he thought, how bad can it be anyway? His prediction or negligence, whatever you say, came to bite in his ass with a seventeen year package. This was also one of the reasons he wanted to shift to France.
Fortunately, Madame Aisha cooking turned out to be nice, although it was not 'tongue-swallowing' delicious, it carried a unique blend of warm homely feeling.
"Master, although you seem to be complimenting me, why doesn't... it feels so? What's more, your words seems to discriminate against English people."
Mrs. Aisha curled her mouth and complained.
Roy didn't care about Mrs. Aisha's complaints, he only focused on his food.
"Sister Luo Hao's culinary skills are heavenly, the taste, mmm~. I have studied with Sister Luo Hao, but I can't learn the super-set skills of Sister Hao at all. From this point of view, I am really an unqualified maid..."
Mrs. Aisha sighed with a down spirited look.
"Aisha, atleast you are a little bit self-aware, I am very relieved."
Roy also sighed along with her.
The uninvited charming Princess could only look at the food on the table with regret, she could not eat with her spirit body. She turned her face with a annoyed look, out of sight, out of might. Meanwhile, her gaze naturally fell on the traditional beauty.
"Madam do you still remember me, we met once~"
This European white princess is always lady-like in front of outsiders. As for when there are no outsiders, she is simply a crazy girl.
Of course, she is similarly crazy and overly enthusiastic in bed. She is even quite keen to exercise in bed with him. She often teasingly says that she was doing so to give him a stronger witch.
"I remember! Your name was Alice, right? When I saw you last time, you were such a cute child. I didn't expect that cute little girl to become so big in blink of an eye. It seems a long time passed in present when I was in the past."
Mrs. Aisha hopped by Alice's side and patted her head like a mother with squinted eyes.
"It's not just that you traveled for a long time in past. It's obviously that you had no time to remember when you grew so old, Aisha."
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Roy chuckled.
"What, I'm a seventeen-year-old girl, I've always been seventeen years old!"
Regarding Roy's complaint, Mrs. Aisha raised her small fist in protest.
Athena sat aside without saying a word, just eating quietly from the oversized plate in front of her that looked just too contradictory with her small body.
Erica and Liliana also joined the chat group. With Erica and Alice, two women who are exceptionally good at socializing, the atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely lively and enjoyable.
Annie Charlton was the only person with a sad look. Uninfected by the happy atmosphere at the table, grimly thinking about her next course of action.
Although Madame Aisha is also a kind character, her kindness is different from that of Annie Charlton. Madame Aisha just doesn't want to see others injured, and will take the initiative to treat any injured in front of her. Her kindness has nothing to do with any sense of responsibility, it is more of a pity for weak. As for Annie Charlton, she is a typical person with great sense of responsibility.
The dinner continued shrouded in the jovial atmosphere.
* * *
Roy was walking side by side with Athena on the streets of Manhattan close to the canal.
"Asherah should be ready by now."
Roy's gaze swept from the canal to the seaside in the distance. He knew that Asherah was doing her final preparations there right now, and Annie Charlton was also lurking around, preparing to appear at the decisive moment to disrupt Asherah completion into the dragon and snake form.
"We can feel that the essence of earth and water are gathering quickly at that point, Asherah is about to transform into the dragon goddess 'Leviathan'."
Athena, who was originally a Mother Earth Goddess (not now, as now her earth origin is inside Roy, she can once again change though), knew about the abilities of Mother Earth Goddesses better then him, her explanation was more detailed that his 'eye'.
"Leviathan, she was a goddess under my Pantheon, a part of her origin was torn apart and divided into two to become the current smaller part Melqart and bigger part Beelzebub, also known as the "Lord of the Flies". No wonder Asherah named the secret society she formed as the 'King of Flies'."
Roy nodded slightly, indicating that he knew about the true body of Asherah.
"Although Divine Ancestors can, if they desire, restore their original abilities as Heretic Gods by transforming into a snake or dragon. However, this transformation is temporary, and will exhaust the Divine Ancestor's life force, causing them to die soon after. Thus it is a move of last resort...."
"However, the hatred against the Godkillers and the world made Asherah take such a choice. This is also the final outcome of many ancient goddesses who have fallen as divine ancestors."
There was fleeting sadness in Athena's voice, the lament of the same Ancient Mother Goddess over the ending of her fellow compatriots.
The age of Mother Earth Goddess has passed, and the age of feminism is over long ago. Now it is the Father God system where the male power is in charge and dominate the myths, and the mother goddesses can only accept this result or revolt against it.
"Hmm, instead of the upcoming battle, I am actually more interested in you, Miss Guinevere, the King Arthur's wife. Or, should I say, the Queen of Divine Ancestors?"
Roy, who was walking with Athena on the street next to the canal, suddenly turned around.
Strangely the road was empty, there were no pedestrians around, and not far behind him stood a beautiful blond girl of roughly 12-13 years old. With an elegant smile on her face, she curiously stared at Roy and Athena with calm eyes.
Her golden curly hair twinkled with a golden lustre, which draped over her bare shoulders, depicting elegant curves, reflecting her slim figure with a small platinum crown on her head.
Hearing Roy's voice, the girl lifted the corners of her skirt and performed the perfect etiquette like a noble lady and responded in a tone that was neither arrogant nor humble.
"Good afternoon, Lord Roy and Goddess Athena!"
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