Chapter 376: The Right Seat of God
No questions were needed—one glance was enough to identify every witch present.
The mature beauty with long crimson-purple hair, pale and sickly skin, and lips, draped in tattered, loose black clerical robes, reclining lazily against the wall in a posture of utter lethargy—that was the 'Sloth Witch' Sekhmet.
Sekhmet was the eldest among the seven Archbishops of Sin, appearing to be in her mid-twenties. She exuded an overwhelming sense of apathy, like a chronic procrastinator. Her breathing was slow and shallow, as if even that was too much effort. Her enchanting face carried an air of melancholy and world-weariness.
The girl with waist-length pink hair, dressed in a pink gown and a light green cape, was the Witch of Lust, Carmilla. She appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, with neither her figure nor her looks standing out in any way. It was hard to associate her with the concept of "lust"—in fact, her appearance was utterly ordinary, neither beautiful nor ugly, as if she were a complete background character.
Yet within that extreme mediocrity lay a peculiar sense of presence, as though she were the heroine of the background characters—utterly forgettable yet somehow drawing people's gazes.
Noticing Roy's stare, Carmilla lowered her head timidly like a wounded squirrel. Her eyes downcast, her plain, almost rustic face wore an expression of fear, making her seem entirely lacking in confidence.
The last girl was the most bizarre of all. Petite in stature with short gray hair, her strangeness stemmed from the fact that she was confined within a coffin. Her outfit was a pure purple restraint suit, binding her arms and legs while leaving her abdomen and chest exposed, revealing large swathes of pale skin. Even her eyes were covered with a blindfold, giving the impression that she had some sort of peculiar fetish.
This was the Witch of Gluttony, Daphne—the creator of the White Whale, the Great Rabbit, and the Black Serpent.
"Ah… Echidna… why… did you make me… come here… huff… huff… talking is… so tiring."
The Witch of Sloth, Typhon, panted as she spoke, her words fragmented as if even speech was an exhausting chore. Her entire demeanor radiated profound lethargy.
"Mmm… is that… the Witch of Envy? Finally… here."
Typhon strained to widen her eyes as she looked at Satella. Her body suddenly floated into the air, drifting lazily toward Satella. Unlike the other witches, the Witch of Sloth, despite her languid appearance, carried the gentle warmth and inexplicable rationality of a mature woman.
Though she embodied the pinnacle of sloth, "sloth" did not impair her intellect.
Others might assume she was levitating through magic, but Roy could clearly see countless "invisible hands" extending from Typhon's back, supporting her body and allowing her to hover midair.
At that moment, Roy finally understood why the Authority of Sloth was "hands." For the Witch of Sloth, she never needed to lift a finger to accomplish anything—her Authority did it all. And since "hands" were the most intricate tools of human activity, they were a universal manifestation, capable of aiding the Witch of Sloth in any task.
"Hello, I'm Satella!"
Perhaps because the Witch of Sloth exuded an elder-sisterly aura, Satella quickly rose from her chair and greeted her with slight nervousness.
"Huff… no need… to be so tense. I'm Typhon… Mmm, sit down quickly… standing is… so tiring."
The Witch of Sloth spoke with utter lethargy, projecting her own mindset onto others. To her, standing truly must have been an exhausting ordeal.
Roy even suspected that if one could withstand the Sloth Witch's authority, she probably wouldn't resist even if violated—because resisting would simply be too exhausting for her. She'd rather lie back and endure it.
However...
Roy glanced around and was quite certain that, excluding the Jealous Witch Satella, the 'Sloth Witch' was actually the strongest among them. Especially since Echidna had just mentioned that the 'Sloth Witch' had once driven the Dragonkind beyond the Great Waterfall for the sake of peace. And the highest-ranking among the Dragonkind was none other than the Divine Dragon, Volcanica.
The 'Sloth Witch's' strength likely surpassed even Volcanica's, though the gap wouldn't be too extreme.
Roy silently calculated. Hmm, he could take her on, and it wouldn't be as difficult as imagined. The Sloth Witch's authority was relatively straightforward—high destructive power, but that was exactly the kind Roy excelled at countering. What he struggled against were more esoteric authorities, like that of the 'Gluttony Witch.'
Unlike Echidna, the other witches seemed to hold Satella in high regard, treating her with deep sisterly affection. Typhon, still a child, was already laughing joyfully and running into Satella's arms, calling out "Tila-Tila" happily. Satella, in turn, was clearly gentle with the child, playing along with her.
It had to be said that Satella was remarkably carefree. Just moments ago, Typhon had merely touched Flugel and ended up crushing his arm. Yet Satella dared to pick up the 'Pride Witch' and cradle her in her lap.
At that moment, Roy's instincts flared. His gaze shifted to the 'Lust Witch,' Carmilla. In his eyes, she no longer appeared as the plain woman he'd seen earlier—she had transformed into a stunning beauty!!
From this 'beauty,' an eerie emotion surged forth, tugging at the deepest love in Roy's heart.
His expression darkened instantly as he growled at Carmilla, "...Retract your authority. Unless you wish to die here."
A terrifying, ominous, and viscous mana—so thick it felt tangible—erupted from Roy, swirling around him like a storm. The sky darkened unnaturally, blotting out the once-clear blue.
"BOOM——————"
Thunder roared as golden, sacred flames ignited within the clouds. Roy's 'Godspeed' authority had long been capable of altering celestial phenomena. Now, even the weather shifted in response to his mood.
A sacred and majestic aura radiated from Roy—something utterly impossible for a Campione. Campiones, having slain gods, were perpetually shrouded in divine curses. But ever since Roy defeated the 'Last King,' those curses had vanished completely, transforming into the true holy light of the Archangel from the Bible!
All heresy would be crushed beneath it!
The Witches of Sin, excluding Satella, paled dramatically. They felt immense pressure from Roy—the primal fear of facing a natural predator.
The so-called 'Seven Deadly Sins' were precisely what the Cross Faith sought to eradicate.
The 'Pride Witch' Typhon stared wide-eyed at Roy, utterly bewildered. As one who could judge all sin, she was shocked to discover that Roy bore no 'sin' at all—her authority was completely ineffective against him!
Roy now stood as the true Archangel Michael, seated at the right hand of God. One more step, and he would ascend to become the 'God of the Bible.' And the Archangel, by nature, was born without 'original sin'!