Chapter 239 King of Italy

Begin the Holy Grail War with the Black Shadow Corps

In a villa on the outskirts, Erica held a copy of an ancient Zoroastrian book and swept across it with sharp eyes. Her slender legs were crossed together and shaking very rudely, which was different from the ladylike behavior shown by the blonde girl in the past. The image doesn't match at all.

For the old-fashioned Liliana, it was even more unpleasant to look at, but she just glanced at her friend casually at the moment, not even in the mood to correct her.

Compared to Erica, Liliana, who had activated her spiritual vision several times in a row and saw the two main gods head-on, was the one who was under the greatest pressure.

If they hadn't turned their attention to her and hadn't paid attention to her, I'm afraid she would never be able to see her friend like this again now, or even in the future.

After completing the disaster evacuation measures they had originally planned, as high knights, they could only flip through the books and pray for spiritual comfort.

The pride in the two people's hearts after witnessing the battle with the God of Disobedience has been completely shattered. They can't even bear the aftermath before starting the battle. Their pride in their strength is just the ignorance of mortals.

"Erica, do you think Lord Roland can win?"

"It's not a matter of whether we can win, but that Lord Roland must win."

Erica didn't even raise her head and gave a decisive answer.

"If he can't win, who can he rely on? You and I both know that Lord Roland has the power of the god Angolan Mainyu, and he and Mithras are mutually restrained enemies. If he can't defeat Mithras, Come on, then we can only rely on the King of Swords, right?"

Liliana also fell silent when she mentioned the unreliable alliance leader, but Erica didn't stop yet.

"Besides, even if the King of Swords really wins, it won't be easy."

"Absolutely not," Liliana sighed. She had experience in meeting the Marquis of Woban and summoning the God of Disobedience. She was able to make more accurate judgments in this level of battle.

"With the power of the main god and the powerful breath of steel, even if the Marquis of Woban comes in person, I am not optimistic about it. To be disrespectful, I don't think the King of Swords will win completely."

"That's right." Erica closed the book. "Even if the King of Swords really wins, I'm afraid there won't be any time to protect us. The whole of Italy might be wiped off the map."

Combined with the King of Sword’s previous ‘great achievements’, this cannot be said to be a wild guess.

"So, we can only and must look forward to Lord Roland's victory."

"Stop talking about this," Liliana shook her head irritably, "I'm going to get a glass of juice, what do you want?"

"As long as it's the same, I want ice."

Although most areas of Milan were without power, it obviously did not affect these noble women.

"Rather than this, Lily, why don't you look forward to the arrangements for Lord Roland's return after his success?"

Taking the ice juice, Erica took a few sips casually, looked at Liliana with a heavy face, and expressed relief.

Unlike her who just wanted to find a supporter, Liliana was burdened with the desire to be saved, so Roland meant more to her.

"What's the meaning?"

Liliana sorted out her inner disappointment and asked.

"Are you prepared to sacrifice yourself? That gentleman was not angry when you came in yesterday, and even praised you. If you can be favored, wouldn't all the suffering be solved?"

Erica fell lazily on the soft sofa, her two snow-white thighs vaguely exposed from the hem of her skirt. With a smile, she beguiled her innocent friend.

"Why don't you do it?"

There was a blush on Liliana's face, but she still didn't want to show weakness on such a matter.

"Of course I will do it, but Lord Roland is not someone who will accept as long as he sacrifices himself."

Erica sighed, moved to Liliana's side, picked up the smooth silver hair with her fingertips, and then touched her friend's chin frivolously.

"If you say that the two of us will be packed together to Lord Roland,

Will he be moved? If it succeeds, maybe the long-cherished wish of red copper and bronze will be resolved in our generation. "

"Shameless!..." When Liliana heard Erica's teasing, steam almost came out of her head, her face turned red, and she held Erica's slender waist with both hands.

"I have to teach you a lesson!"

"Ha," Erica resisted the tickle coming from her waist and smiled evilly, "Then, do you use it as material?...Ah, I forgot, such an innocent Lily probably doesn't know how to deal with it. Are you going to write something about this?"

Liliana became even more angry when her dark history was exposed. She threw herself on Erica and started fighting with her.

Then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Looking at Roland who was standing by the door, knocking the door lightly and watching them with interest, the two girls showed a moment of shyness at the same time, but it was immediately replaced by surprise.

"If you haven't finished making trouble yet, please don't pay attention to me."

Roland smiled and looked at the two disheveled girls with bright eyes, who looked like budding flowers.

When the appearance is supported, even the brain is a pleasing sight.

"Lord Roland!"

Erica pushed Liliana away, took her hand, subconsciously knelt down on one knee, put her hand on her left breast, and performed a standard knightly salute.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous, Your Majesty Mithras, have you already defeated me?"

"Well, killing is more appropriate. That guy has returned to mythology."

After hearing the news, Liliana, who was slow to react, also reacted and knelt down next to Erica. Erica's head hung lower, and there was an invisible sense of recognition. She said respectfully.

"I am Erica Browntree, Grand Knight of the Copper Black Cross. I would like to offer you my highest respect and congratulations. Please allow me to serve you usefully on behalf of the Copper Black Cross, King."

Liliana also knelt on the ground and made the same declaration.

Although she was a little belated, she was also very obedient, and it was natural for her to show any respect to the newly born protector, the seventh god-slayer, the irresistible demon king on earth.

"For reacting so quickly, should I say you are smart? Or cautious?"

Roland chuckled lightly, nodded calmly, with irresistible magic and majesty in his tone. "However, I allowed it."

"However, according to my understanding, although you are the mainstay of the forces behind it, you are not yet at the level where one person can determine the will of the entire association. Do you want me to provide a little help?"

Roland still has this little time to organize his forces, so as to avoid any situation where work is not done well. He has always been strict when dealing with tools.

"I can take full responsibility and, in fact, I don't need to consult them."

Erica said with some confusion: "Didn't Mr. Salvatore tell you? He sent an order to the whole of Italy last night, naming Italian territory to be cut off to you. So, Mr. Roland, you are now He is truly the King of Italy."

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