The crimson lightning was once again directly cut in two by the tyrannical magical energy. Mordred was then sent flying. What followed was the Roman Emperor Lucius's storm-like magical energy slashes. "What's wrong! What's wrong! Is this all the skill the little brat who talks big has? Show me some of the skill you had when you were talking big! Don't let me look down on you!"
Mordred adjusted her posture in mid-air. A bit of fresh blood was already on her forehead. At the same time, she spat to the side. A bit of blood, mixed with a tooth, was directly spat out from her mouth. Looking at Lucius, who was rushing towards her, she gritted her teeth and once again raised her sword, charging up wrapped in crimson thunder.
Having been spoken to like this by the guy before her, how could she become so pathetic here? Before she defeated this guy, she would absolutely be as decisive and fierce as thunder. Let the disadvantage that had appeared from the very beginning of the clash end here!
Mordred saw the moment Lucius swung his demonic sword. Her whole person, like a Berserker, raised her own hand. The next moment, a splash of blood landed on the ground. Mordred's left hand had been cut down from the position between her middle and ring fingers by the swinging demonic sword. But in return, Mordred's left hand had also completely grabbed Lucius's right hand, making it unable to continue downwards.
"Got you, you bastard defeated opponent—!!"
Mordred raised the demonic sword in her hand and stabbed directly at the chest of the Roman Emperor before her. However, with Lucius dodging to the side, and with the effect of the armor on this Roman Emperor, although it had pierced Lucius's abdomen and had also destroyed a certain ability of this armor—at least in the destroyed part, it could no longer completely block the invasion of magical energy—there was a fatal problem. And that was that Lucius had not suffered a fatal wound. In other words, the current Lucius was at zero distance and could counterattack.
"Your attack is over, isn't it? Then now, it's me who's got you!!"
Lucius greatly admired the little brat before him, who had actually dared to receive his own attack with her own hand, and had in fact used a tactic of trading injuries to heavily wound him. This was something that many of his past enemies had failed to do. From this point of view, the little brat before him was already enough to be proud.
Lucius raised the emperor's sword in his hand and slashed down hard in Mordred's direction. He was preparing to take the life of this Knight of the Round Table with this one sword strike.
"Knight of the Round Table, you have done well enough!"
Mordred gritted her teeth. An expression of annoyance, mixed with a hint of disdain, appeared on her face. In the end, she still couldn't accept that she had lost to this Roman Emperor before her. The main reason was still because her own father had defeated him in the past, while she had lost so cleanly. Didn't this just mean that she had no way of surpassing King Arthur?
What Mordred wanted to prove was that she could become a king. Even if she couldn't surpass her own father, she should at least be on par with him. But the current her couldn't even defeat her own father's defeated opponent. In fact, the demonic sword in her hand was even her own father's spoil of war. For a moment, the resentment in her heart naturally reached its peak.
Just as Mordred thought she was about to make her exit, a forging hammer was thrown from a distance at high speed, directly knocking the demonic sword in Lucius's hand to the side. Lucius looked at the familiar forging hammer before him, stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened. This forging hammer was something he had longed for in his life.
Lucius quickly put away his arrogant posture. Instead, his face showed an unimaginable craving and gentleness. "Estée Lauder~"
Lucius kicked Mordred, sending the little brat flying. The next was a crucial time of reunion. How could he let this little brat rush in and get in the way?
After his death, on the Throne of Heroes, Lucius had had enough time to properly consider and think about what kind of relationship he should have with that golden-haired lady he had had a glimpse of. What kind of mood, what kind of goal should he face the feeling of his own heart pounding with?
Simply put, Lucius could be sure that he hoped to make that lady he had had a glimpse of his own wife, to become the empress of the Roman Empire! Lucius had actually been worried all along. What if he died so early, and this golden-haired lady he had had a glimpse of later married someone else?
Even the most tyrannical emperor could easily fall into a dead end when it came to matters of love, getting stuck on a single point. But at the thought of such a situation possibly occurring, Lucius directly shook his head, throwing the thought that had just popped up to the back of his mind. If this was the truth, then please let him deceive himself a little.
And then after descending into this world, Estée Lauder had actually heard Lucius talk about his dream, and that dream lover he had had a glimpse of. After all, in this Holy Grail War, Estée Lauder had also received the help of this Roman Emperor, especially when she had decided to expose the old insect back then.
To thank this Roman Emperor, and plus the fact that the little girl who had been summoned with them had become a bad girl, the only ones who could chat were really just the two of them.
In Estée Lauder's own world, she had also often chatted with Aslan. And so, in the process of chatting with this Roman Emperor, she had increasingly felt that the golden-haired young lady in this Roman Emperor's mouth was a little bit familiar. It was completely something that the one she knew could have done. So Estée Lauder had also cryptically asked this Roman Emperor, what if that golden-haired young lady of his dreams was actually a man in disguise?
Lucius had not considered this possibility. But come to think of it, it didn't seem so bad. Thinking of their Roman emperors' traditions, what was wrong with a man? To look like that, even if it was a man in disguise, he was still good-looking. What's more, he had been thinking about it for his whole life. In fact, one of the purposes of him becoming a Heroic Spirit was to see his dream lover again.
Now his dream was finally about to come true. How could he drop the ball here?
Lucius patted the clothes on his body, brushing all the dust to one side. He then turned his head to look in the direction the forging hammer had been thrown from. He had even, from who knows where, taken out a rose. The rose still had dew on it and was quite fresh.