At Adam’s command, Felsa and the others quickly made arrangents, preparing the entire estate to welco the arrival of another Demon King.
"Yo, so you’re the new comrade, brother."
The person greeting him was a white male around 23 or 24 years old. His height and build were similar to Adam’s. He had golden hair and an exceptionally cheerful smile on his rather handso face.
To be honest, it was sowhat annoying. Adam often saw this kind of smile on those unreliable old n in Axel in the Parallel World, who would flash brilliant smiles in monts of crisis before turning around and dumping their problems on others. It made you want to punch him twice.
He wore a gaudy checkered shirt with matching shorts, sunglasses on his head, and sandals on his feet — giving the impression of soone out for a casual trip.
However, the long, rectangular black case on his back was quite eye-catching.
Was there a sword inside?
As the one bearing the title 『 King of Swords 』, it would be strange if he didn’t carry a sword with him.
"Ahhh... your place is really remote, it was so hard to find."
"Nice to et you, Salvatore Doni. Or should I call you... King of Swords?"
"Hahaha! No need to be so formal! Just call Doni!" Salvatore Doni was overly familiar, smiling broadly as he patted Adam’s shoulder, as if he were the real master of this place.
A thick-skinned fellow. This type of person was born to be the natural enemy of pretentious types like Marquis Voban.
"My King, I am Andrea Rivera, the knight of this King of Swords beside ." The middle-aged man standing behind Doni stepped forward to introduce himself.
However, he completely lacked Felsa’s pride in serving his King, and instead wore an expression of disgust and dissatisfaction toward the Campione that he served.
"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of introduction is that?! You’re making lose face in front of my brother!"
"Ugh... you idiot! You dragged us all the way from southern Europe on your selfish whims, making us rush around — you already lost face back then!" As if he could no longer contain himself, Andrea instantly broke down.
He showed absolutely no respect to Doni as a Campione.
Typically, a servant who humiliates his master in front of others would face punishnt, especially given a Campione’s temperant. Yet Doni rely scratched his head awkwardly, looking embarrassed but showing no displeasure.
Despite losing face in front of others, he didn’t seem to care at all, completely lacking the dignity expected of a Godslayer.
This indirectly revealed how genuinely close their relationship was.
"Please forgive my rudeness for being so impudent in your presence!" Andrea imdiately apologized to Adam with sincere attitude.
While he could disrespect Doni, he couldn’t use one Campione’s favor as an excuse to disrespect another.
"It’s fine. Actually, I find your close relationship quite interesting." Adam said, unwilling to take offense over such a small matter.
Besides, their relationship might seem unusual to ordinary people — punishing them now would only make him appear insensitive.
Andrea looked up at the sun and unconsciously rubbed his shoulders, "Tsk... why is it so cold?"
He seed unaware that his reputation had already been damaged.
Nearby, Felsa and Neith hurried to introduce themselves to Doni.
"Respected King of Swords, I am Felsa, a servant of the King."
"Respected King of Swords, I am Neith, a servant of the King."
"...Ah, hello, hello."
Though Doni politely returned their greeting, his perfunctory manner was obvious — even a fool could tell he wasn’t taking them seriously.
This gave Andrea a trendous headache.
"Let’s get straight to the point." Adam said, unfazed by the casual attitude, "So, King of Swords Salvatore Doni, fellow Campione, what’s your purpose in coming here? Surely not just for a simple greeting?"
"Don’t be so formal, just call Doni." Doni flashed a cheerful smile, but his next words weren’t so friendly, "I heard from those mages that you actually succeeded in slaying Ra, the Creation God from ancient Egyptian mythology. I was so curious that I ca to see... and by the way, I want to have a duel with you!"
All the build-up in the first half was just for this final line.
"...A duel?"
"Yes, a duel!"
Doni’s cheerful smile made everyone else exasperated.
Andrea especially — his tightly clenched fist almost struck the back of his master’s head. If he hadn’t restrained himself for fear of angering Adam, Doni would have been hit by now.
"The reason... I suppose there’s no need to ask."
Adam knew that Doni was a complete battle maniac.
Like Marquis Voban, he was obsessed with fighting and killing. Whether facing Heretic Gods or Campiones, if soone powerful appeared, he would seek them out for battle.
"I see, so your purpose in coming here is to duel with , right, Doni?"
"Yes! That’s it!"
"But why? We have no grudge between us, do we?"
"What are you saying, brother! As a Campione, wouldn’t you want your strength and temperant to be tested by a fellow comrade?!"
Doni’s cheerful smile made Adam pause for a mont.
"...You really know how to talk."
"So...!"
"But I refuse!" Without waiting for Doni to finish, Adam explained, "Though I’m a Campione, I don’t enjoy fighting like you do. A duel with you has no aning for ."
He was luring Doni step by step, adopting the attitude that if Doni wanted a duel, he needed to offer sothing exciting — otherwise, forget it.
The difficult position was now on Doni’s side. Whether Adam accepted or declined, he remained in the right.
The battle maniac, however, faced a different situation. If he forced Adam to fight, it would be his fault, causing hostility between two Campiones.
Andrea would absolutely not allow this. This was a small trap Adam had designed after observing the butler.
He never expected Doni to fall right into it.
"...Fine, then I’ll show my sincerity." Undeterred, Doni looked directly at Adam and said sothing that both shocked and angered Andrea, "Let’s use a Heretic God as the wager."
"...Oh?" Adam’s interest was suddenly piqued.
His thinking had been too small. He never expected that his own vision had been limited.
Initially, he’d simply wanted to gain a small advantage, but Doni had surprised him by playing a much bigger ga.
"As Campiones, our targets are naturally the Heretic Gods. So, let’s make a bet: If I lose, I’ll help you find a Heretic God and assist you in usurping their Authority. And if you lose, this bet is void! How about it?"
"Good! I accept!" Without hesitation, Adam imdiately agreed.
The two clasped hands in midair, sealing the agreent.
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