In truth, missing the opportunity would have been a minor loss, just two fewer Authorities. But more importantly, he couldn't stand the thought of handing over the Unconquered Gods to the original protagonist, Godou Kusanagi, whose indecisive personality was utterly infuriating. If Luo Guang were to go to Japan later to free the Monkey God, having Kusanagi around would certainly be a nuisance.
From the current situation, however, he was ahead of the curve. A ten-hour flight was more than enough time.
Luo Guang closed his eyes and began to cultivate. Even without a special location or designated time, he could practice his Immortal Arts anytime, anywhere. Although he had just gained Authorities, he would not neglect his other powers. Thanks to his passive talent, Heaven Rewards Diligence, his Magic, Light Power, and Immortal Arts, while having a lower starting point than the Authorities, possessed immense potential and would not be inferior in the long run. The difference lay only in the starting line: one advanced quickly, the other advanced even faster.
Draig, having nothing else to do, voluntarily returned to the Spirit Dimension to sleep. Est quietly munched on the small plane snacks. Liliana looked after her. Though they hadn't spent much time together, Liliana had grown quite fond of the child. Est was quiet, never fussed, and possessed a composure far beyond her apparent age. Unbeknownst to Liliana, Est's age could easily make her her great-great-great-grandmother.
Est required little attention—just replacing her snacks when they ran low. Liliana spent most of her remaining time contacting the Bronze Black Cross headquarters and stealing glances at Luo Guang. While the word "stealing" might seem inappropriate for an elite like Liliana Kranjcar, it was precisely what she was doing.
Luo Guang's appearance was simply too striking. She had been slightly stunned when she first saw him in the cave, but the dim light and the fear and tension from the presence of the Unconquered Gods had preoccupied her mind. Yet, even then, seven or eight tenths of her focus had been on Luo Guang's face. During their meeting at the hotel, the shocking news of him becoming a new Campione prevented her from looking up constantly.
Now, she could finally gaze at him openly. The more Liliana looked, the more she wanted to look, and the sight left her both speechless and exhilarated. The world was not short of handsome men, especially online, but in person, they were usually just "Photoshop monsters." Yet, she could clearly see the texture, fine hairs, scars, and small moles on their skin.
But Luo Guang's face, to Liliana's magically-enhanced eyesight, was like a flawless white jade, practically glowing. She could swear she was not exaggerating. Her eyesight was sharp enough to rival a pilot's, yet she couldn't find a single flaw.
How could a man like this possibly exist? Is it a characteristic of a Campione?
No, that's wrong. She had met the Marquis of Voban and the Sword King, Salvatore Doni. Both had ordinary faces, only set apart by their unique temperaments. Voban was untouchable, and as for Doni... even his assistant called him a "muscle idiot." Others didn't dare say it, but silently agreed. If there were any better options, the Seven Sisters Alliance of Southern Europe would never have sworn allegiance to him.
Liliana maintained a composed facade but was mentally screaming. As she stared, she felt an overwhelming urge to write. She wanted to record this day's events as a story. Since there's nothing else to do, surely jotting down some inspiration is fine?
She scribbled for a while, then drifted off to sleep. After the tumultuous events of the day, she was still human, not a Campione who never tired of fighting.
In a daze, Liliana felt a tap on her shoulder. It was a crew member, an auxiliary member of the Bronze Black Cross, who gently woke their young mistress and informed her that the great Campione and his sister had already disembarked.
Liliana jumped up in a panic but noticed a blanket draped over her. Her black notepad and pen were neatly placed on the small table.
"May I ask who covered me with the blanket?"
"...It was the great one. He specifically instructed me not to wake you, but... Headquarters just messaged me, asking if Miss Liliana was on the plane and why she hadn't replied."
Hearing this, Liliana felt a thread snap in her mind. But this was no time to reconnect it. She snatched her notebook and rushed out of the cabin, finding a huge crowd of people waiting outside. Not just the Bronze Black Cross, but also members of the Seven Sisters Alliance and several smaller magical societies.
Liliana frowned slightly. I didn't notify any organizations outside of our headquarters!
Clearly, other magical societies had sharp senses. Although the Bronze Black Cross had tried to keep the news quiet, the sorcerers in New Delhi hadn't. Some of those who wished to pledge allegiance to Luo Guang had already tipped off the Roman magical community. While the international reputation of the Indian sorcerers wasn't the best, even they wouldn't dare lie about a Campione. Thus, nearly everyone who received the news had sent representatives.
Luo Guang received an update that this was not Sardinia. The weather in the sea area near Sardinia was terrible—gale-force winds, heavy rain, and electromagnetic interference that prevented aircraft navigation. The plane had to make an emergency landing at the closest available airport, and they would need to take a ship to Sardinia from here. Since he received the message mid-flight, Luo Guang accepted the change, as the total travel time wouldn't be much longer.
As for the sorcerers who came to pay homage, they were like sharks smelling blood. Luo Guang saw no reason to engage with them. As for offering assistance, even if he gave these magical societies a cold shoulder, they wouldn't dare treat him poorly. This was the convenience that came with his title as a Campione, not a favor granted by others.
"Liliana, prepare the ferry. I am going to Sardinia now."
The enjoyment of his new status could wait. For now, nothing was more important than god-slaying.