As the atmosphere around the Holy Son grew heavier, the laughter gradually faded.
Or rather, no one dared to keep laughing.
They still understood the principle that everything has its limits. Clearly, the Holy Son's mood right now was extremely foul.
Letting them laugh for a bit was already great mercy.
If they kept laughing, it would show disrespect toward the Holy Son.
After all, the Holy Son was a Two-Digit, one of Little Garden's strongest experts.
Since he was among the strongest, how could they insult him at will?
Besides, they didn't have someone like Shiroyasha backing Aslan.
Yet, amid the gradually dying laughter, one small chuckle stood out clearly.
"I was wondering why my knight suddenly vanished? Turns out he was summoned here."
"But my knight actually defeated Messiah. That's a bit surprising."
In front of Aslan, a girl with brilliant golden hair like strands of rice suddenly appeared without hiding her face.
"Aiya, Arthur, is it okay that I'm late?"
The Halloween Queen said to Aslan with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
But Aslan could read her intent from the her eyes.
Of course, to outsiders, this didn't look like that at all; it was purely the Halloween Queen protecting her subordinate knight.
After seeing the Holy Son's failure, she came to mock him.
It should be known that the relationship between Christianity and the Halloween Queen was far from good. Many Christian saints and angels had defected from the Celtic Pantheon.
Christianity had often seized the Halloween Queen's territories throughout human history.
In the Lower Layers, the Halloween Queen and Christianity also had friction and frequent conflicts.
After all, Little Garden and the human world were only so big. If your share grew, mine shrank.
For the seventeen Two-Digits—the eighteen strongest experts—Little Garden was still a bit small, not enough to accommodate so many people.
"It's fine. Your Majesty the Queen can come anytime. I will use the sword in my hand to resolve all of Your Majesty's problems."
Aslan said with a smile.
(No, why are you meddling here? Shouldn't there be no more connection between us?)
(My debt to you was paid off long ago!)
As if understanding Aslan's meaning, the Halloween Queen winked mischievously and smiled faintly.
(My knight, don't think you can escape.)
Though the harvest was quite bountiful, the Halloween Queen didn't want Aslan to leave her so soon.
After all, from start to finish, she hadn't ordered him around much. A knight like Aslan truly didn't live up to his title.
He wasn't even as successful as Artoria—at least she was now managing Avalon well. She had even fought her way to Four-Digit.
Every time she saw her, Artoria always respectfully and sincerely called her "Queen."
Unlike Aslan, who had only met her a total of three times since becoming Arthur, including this one.
Every time he called her "Queen," it was definitely because he needed something, or it was shockingly fake.
In short, the Halloween Queen just wanted Aslan to sincerely call her "Your Majesty the Queen." Was that so hard?
At this moment, Messiah—or the Holy Son—calmly stared at the Halloween Queen.
"My things should be returned to me. That item isn't easy to take."
The Halloween Queen chuckled upon hearing that, turned, and looked at the Holy Son.
"What thing do you care about so much? Didn't you just get eliminated from the Campione War? Just a few Authorities."
"If only it were just Authorities."
The Holy Son narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
"But half of my Spirit Status—the Savior Spirit Status I carried when I was born as Messiah—fell into his hands because of the Campione War."
"I just want to take back my Spirit Status."
"Then how do you plan to take it back?"
The Halloween Queen maintained her smile, staring at the Holy Son.
"The Messiah Spirit Status has become part of the Last King's Spirit Status, and the Last King's Spirit Status is not yet complete."
"Of course, by making him commit suicide and hand over the Last King's Spirit Status. I have a way to retrieve my things."
The Holy Son glanced calmly at Aslan, but there was no trace of him in his eyes.
This was communication among the strongest experts, and Aslan—the lucky one who took the Last King's Spirit Status—had no qualification to participate.
"In exchange, he can continue participating in the Campione War as a God Slayer. You can also keep sending knights."
The Halloween Queen's smile gradually turned cold. She smiled and said to the Holy Son.
"Do you think this is negotiable?"
Not to mention the Holy Son's compensation—this was just how much he was giving to a beggar? Not to mention his attitude; it didn't look like the attitude of someone asking for help.
Yet the Holy Son didn't back down and continued coldly.
"Do you think I'm negotiating with you?"
Just one sentence, and the suffocating pressure made all the Almighty Domain secretly observing hold their breath.
Even Indra, in the face of the confrontation between the Halloween Queen and the Holy Son, didn't dare breathe easy.
Could it be—they were going to fight?
The Holy Son versus the Halloween Queen…
Since the dawn of time, would Little Garden welcome another war between Two-Digits?
Everyone thought in horror.
But no one dared step forward to mediate.
Ridiculous—seeking death wasn't done like this. One was the stubborn Halloween Queen; the other was the Holy Son who had suffered a great loss.
Not to mention whether he was Judas or not—just say whether he was a Two-Digit.
Who dared mediate a conflict between a Two-Digit and a Three-Digit that crossed boundaries, except another Two-Digit?
"What's all the fuss about?"
"Are you still planning to fight in Little Garden?"
A crisp cursing voice came from afar. Shiroyasha appeared between the Halloween Queen and the Holy Son.
Shiroyasha looked at the Halloween Queen and Holy Son unhappily.
"If you really want to fight, how about sparring with me?"
"If you want to fight, fight outside!"
Though Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen weren't on good terms, she was still here—did they dare cause trouble in Little Garden? Did they really think she was no longer the former White Night Demon Lord?
If she didn't give a warning, could Little Garden still operate normally?
Thinking this, Shiroyasha couldn't help but curse.
"You too, Judas—isn't this all your own choice?"
"If you don't want to lose, don't play. Since you participated in the Campione War and took such a huge advantage but still lost, accept your fate."
"It's just half a Spirit Status—what's the big deal?"
(Damn it, Shiroyasha, are you really not provoking? You're really not afraid they won't fight.)
The watching Almighty Domain cursed inwardly. On the surface, Shiroyasha was protecting Little Garden.
But she was only protecting Little Garden. She had no intention of mediating the quarrel.
On the contrary, she had plenty of intent to provoke.
"Hehe, half a Spirit Status…"
The Holy Son sneered, looking at Shiroyasha.
"Half a Spirit Status—you say it so easily. Would you dare lose half your Spirit Status?"
"…"
The air fell silent at this moment. Shiroyasha didn't feel mocked. She smiled foolishly, scratched her hair, and said.
"I really did lose it once…"
Last Trial of Mankind: Geocentric Theory, Primordial Star, Sun Authority. All these were Spirit Statuses she had lost. Compared to her peak.
The Spirit Status Shiroyasha had lost now was more than half? She was considered good if she had a third of her former self.
Only because Shiroyasha's foundation was thick could she still sit firmly in the Two-Digit position.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward. The Holy Son felt like he had punched cotton, nearly causing internal injury from holding back.
The situation subtly turned awkward.
"After all, look at Indra—this guy is a real big shot who truly lost his Spirit Status. His current Spirit Status is considered good if it reaches one-tenth of his peak."
Shiroyasha said while pulling Indra over and patting his shoulder.
This one was even more impressive. When facing Kali Yuga back then, Indra relied on his own power to prop up the entire Indian Pantheon with his Spirit Status alone.
Indra's expression instantly looked like he was constipated.
(Sister Shiroyasha, I beg you, please stop talking.)
He was now a useless god. Don't drag him out to be mocked again.
Weren't they really worried the Halloween Queen and Holy Son would really quarrel and start fighting right away?
Three-Digit versus Two-Digit. Would this destroy Little Garden?
And please, don't compete in weird things like this.
Holy Son: "…"
He really couldn't retort.
"So, it's just half a Spirit Status—what's the big deal."
Shiroyasha looked at the Holy Son and Halloween Queen enthusiastically.
"You still have half left."
"Life must look forward and be optimistic."
After Shiroyasha's nonsensical rant and misfortune competition, the atmosphere unexpectedly wasn't as heavy as before.
At least they wouldn't suddenly start fighting.
So, did Shiroyasha really come to mediate?
However, soon after, the Holy Son reacted—he had almost been trapped by Shiroyasha.
"You lost your Spirit Status because you were useless. What does that have to do with me?"
The Holy Son sneered, pulling his gaze from Shiroyasha and Indra, and turned to stare at Aslan.
"I just want to take back my Spirit Status. What's wrong with taking the Last King's Spirit Status?"
At this point, what was the use of pretending anymore? Pretending to be the Holy Son was already meaningless.
His identity as a fake Holy Son was almost known to everyone.
So, he stopped pretending. He just wanted the Last King's Spirit Status, just wanted to use the Last King's Spirit Status to become a Two-Digit again and stabilize his Spirit Status.
Hearing that, Shiroyasha couldn't help but widen her eyes. This was the first time she had seen someone so shameless.
(If you don't want to lose, don't play.)
(Don't act like you're in the right after losing.)