The sacred right side of a certain anime

Standing on the top of the Alps, the view is endless pure white. The slightly cold wind blows in the snow. Occasionally, you can see animals with pure white hair, hunting prey on this snowy plain where it is difficult to survive.

And in this white field, a red figure suddenly appeared. Roy, wearing a gorgeous cardinal robe, walked on this white cloth with Athena, leaving dense footprints of the two.

With the arrival of the two, wild animals instinctively sensed the danger. Predators and prey fled together, running to the farther side of the mountain. At this time, even the law of the jungle in nature was broken, because the two people who appeared here were the existence that could represent disaster in this world.

"Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day! My charming friend, you are sleeping. It is time, my beauty, wake up! Open your eyes closed by peace!"

Roy stood on the top of a snowy mountain, in this vast world, reciting Pushkin's poems loudly.

"Hahahahaha!!"

He laughed like a child, and his laughter caused a sensation in the snow-capped mountains, causing the animals to flee even more frantically.

""That's enough, Roy Crowley! We are far away here. We won't disturb the ignorant mortals, nor will we harm the lives of your servants."

After breakfast, Roy and Athena walked in the Alps. They didn't look like enemies about to fight, but like friends, chatting as they walked into the mountains.

Now it was noon, and they stopped and stood on the top of the mountain. The good times would eventually pass, and the cold winter was coming.

"I thought someone as bold and self-willed as you who dared to raise unreasonable expectations of the goddess would not care about human death, but I didn't expect you to have such a kind heart."

Athena stood a few steps in front of Roy. She was not wearing the cute cotton hat that looked like rabbit ears. Her silver hair shone lightly in the sun, making her look more noble in the pure white snow. Roy even felt that he was not facing the goddess Athena, but the goddess Artemis.

"Because they are my subjects, and they have given me everything. As a"king", I will certainly show them enough mercy. If I cannot choose, that is another matter. But since I can choose, I will not let my subjects be in danger."

"……I am the devil, a willful and tyrannical king, but a tyrant does not mean bloodthirsty, and I am not a killer who relies on killing to find joy. As long as you don't rebel against me or violate me, I will not take killing as an interest."

Roy said casually to Athena, and threw the Gorgon Stone in his hand into the hands of the goddess."……The Gorgon Stone is now yours, Athena! You have waited a thousand years for this moment, right?"

Athena rubbed the Gorgon Stone in her hand, her face as charming as a flower, revealing a look of joy.

"You will regret this, Roy Crowley! You will regret giving me the Gorgon Stone."

"I also want to say that you will regret it, Goddess Athena! You will regret being my enemy. Okay, stop talking nonsense. The Gorgon Stone is in your hands. If you want me to regret it, prove it with your actions!"

Roy interrupted Athena, his expression gradually became cold. Although he might make some jokes in normal times, he would never underestimate anyone in battle, and would never allow himself to have any chance of capsizing.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck~~~Feel honored, Roy Crowley! See my true appearance!"

"With the true name of Athena, come here, O night, and dispel the grace of the sun, extinguish the fire of Prometheus, silence the thunder in the sky, and plunge the earth into darkness. The sky is full of stars and the black wind, and the ancient night is recreated here!"

As the goddess Athena shouted out the words, the sky at noon turned into night, and endless stars shone brightly under the black curtain. There was no moon, and only the stars were the source of light for everything.

This was the ancient night, the ancient natural disaster, and the darkness that modern civilization defeated. Now, under the words of Athena, the disaster has come again.

The pure white of the Alps was completely shrouded in darkness, and the black whirlwind blew up, lifting Roy's red robe.

Athena threw the Gorgon Stone in her jade hand, and this stone badge symbolizing her ancient identity melted into her body.

"All I want is the Gorgon Stone. Athena will take back the ancient snake now!"

The smell of 'snake' on the goddess became stronger and stronger, and in the darkness above her head, birds appeared one by one. They were owls that didn't care about the night. Countless owls flew in the sky, as if celebrating the return of the goddess.

As the night and the stars fell, Athena's body began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She crossed the age of a loli and became a young girl.

Then she continued to grow up and became the most beautiful and charming appearance of about 18 years old.

The beautiful short hair turned into The long, smooth hair like a waterfall shone with a faint silver light in the dark night.

Athena's modern dress became ancient Greek style, with a white silk robe covering her infinitely beautiful and charming body.

It was the Roman-style"toga".

She wore a wreath on her head, revealing her snow-white, round shoulders and delicate collarbones like bamboo under the robe. The goddess was not lying. The towering breasts were larger than Erica's. Her awe-inspiring, sacred and sharp eyes were like the sword of war and wisdom, and they were very sharp.

"How about it? Will my appearance satisfy you?"

The tall, graceful goddess was noble and elegant. Her feet were not wearing stockings under her toga, but were stepping on beautifully woven straw sandals.

The fragrant wind blew, and Roy's nose twitched slightly. Athena took lotus steps, with a smile of victory and pride on her face, and walked in front of Roy.

Then, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, and her slightly opened lips exhaled like orchids, like a girl in love, holding Roy's head with her slender jade fingers, with a gentle expression, and whispered softly:"……"Roy Crowley, son of a fool, please grant me the blessing you desire."

She tiptoed with the tenderness of a goddess who could not be rejected.

At that moment, darkness and death descended. The tenderness of a woman is the most deadly weapon. Many kings and generals died in the tenderness of a woman, and the tenderness of a goddess is even more suffocating.

The land of gentleness is the grave of heroes.

Roy's breath and life were also gradually fading.