"Oh, Estée Lauder, after such a long time, we can finally meet again at this miraculous moment!"
The scene of Lucius holding a rose and kneeling on one knee made Mordred, who had just been thrown out, widen her eyes. Was this still the same irritable Roman Emperor who had wanted to cut her down just now? Who on earth could make this Roman Emperor turn into such a state? Mordred's gaze followed Lucius's.
There, Aslan held his holy spear and his mouth twitched. If he could, he really wanted to let out a curse.
Aslan silently put his forging hammer back into his spatial Mystic Code, and then pretended as if he knew nothing. "What are you talking about? Roman Emperor, you and I have only met once, and that was when a conflict was about to break out between you and that God. Who is Estée Lauder? I don't know them."
This time, Lucius was not like when he was still alive. At that time, he was in a hurry to return to the western part of Rome to provide aid. At the same time, he was also facing the threat of the great king of the Huns from the steppes. Under all sorts of pressure, he naturally did not have much time to look at the Aslan of that time. But now, he had calmed down and had a good look at the golden-haired young man before him. If he were to let this golden hair grow long, if he were to change the silver and golden armor on his body to a black and purple dress, and then put a light makeup on that face that was like an elf's—no... it should be even more exquisite than an elf's. Wasn't that exactly the appearance of the young lady he had seen in the warehouse back then?
In other words, he had already met his dream lover for a second time while he was still alive. It was just a pity that he hadn't recognized her at the time, and in the end, he had also met his demise.
Perhaps this was also for the best in his life. Because a dead him had no way to provide the wonderful and bright future for his dream lover before him. In fact, Lucius had also learned from books that after his death, the entire Roman Empire had rapidly declined. It was a good thing that the young man before him had no connection with Rome.
Lucius considered himself to be the emperor of Rome, and after reviving Rome, he could also become the emperor of the entire Western continent. How to become a good emperor, the most important thing, was of course the ability to lead the entire country to glory. Therefore, Lucius had always been very concerned about his responsibilities. What kind of status one had, what kind of responsibility one should bear. If he chose to be with the golden-haired young man before him, then he also had to bear the responsibility for this young man's future. His life, his health, his safety, and even his wealth and honor. If he had chosen to be with this young man and then had directly met his end, then he would have been too irresponsible to this young man. If he couldn't even provide a wonderful life for his beloved, his other half, then what kind of man was he?!
Countless times, he had watched the golden-haired young man before him stand up and take two steps forward. "No... I can be sure that you are the Miss Estée Lauder I saw. I will not be fooled by you again this time. It doesn't matter even if you are a boy. Anyway, I am the emperor of Rome. As long as I want, no one can stop us from being together!"
Damn it...
Aslan turned his head to one side, constantly complaining in his heart. Why was this guy so much smarter after death? Most importantly, how had he accepted the fact that he was a man? Shouldn't he have come at him with his demonic sword directly? Oh, you say he's the emperor of Rome? Then that's no problem. After all, Aslan had been mentally prepared for the fact that the Roman emperors were bisexual 1500 years ago. It was for this very reason that he had been hiding from this Roman Emperor all along.
But there was one more thing that surprised Aslan, and that was that this Roman Emperor actually had such genuine feelings for him. Even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, he had still wanted to see him. Or rather, this was probably one of the many wishes imprinted on that Saint Graph. For this point, Aslan's heart was moved and filled with a bit of emotion. But it was a pity that the current Aslan had no intention of liking men.
So, let's change the subject!
Looking at Lucius's staring eyes, Aslan could only divert his own attention. "Let's put this matter aside for now. I want to settle the score with you for bullying my adorable niece first..."
Lucius glanced at Mordred in the distance, who he had beaten until she had coughed up blood. His expression changed. If he had known earlier that this Knight of the Round Table was related to his dream lover, then he would surely have had a friendly meeting first without a second thought. How could he have directly brandished his sword?
Aslan opened his spatial Mystic Code and took out the demonic sword he had taken from Lucius's grave. He threw it to Lucius. "Speaking of which, I vaguely remember having told you before that I would have a fight with you when we met again. If you win, I will naturally consider what you've said. This sword was pulled from your grave. It should be able to show its true power in your hands, right!"
Right now, this demonic sword could also be considered a Noble Phantasm. When this demonic sword, which truly existed in the world, merged with the Noble Phantasm in the hands of Lucius's Heroic Spirit split spirit, it should be able to display a portion of the power and brilliance of the Noble Phantasm release from his main body's time. At the very least, it would be a bit stronger and harder to destroy than the current simple, separate Noble Phantasm release.
Although Aslan was a blacksmith, he also considered himself to be a knight. More or less, the people around him had still influenced him. He fought openly and honorably, but there were also times when he used conspiracies and schemes. If the Roman Emperor before him had not given him some emotion, then Aslan might have used some conspiracies. But since the Roman Emperor before him had chosen to respect him, then he would also respond to this respect.
Lucius looked at this demonic sword that had been thrown over and directly caught it in his hand. A joy couldn't help but rise in his heart. It wasn't because this weapon had returned to his own hands, but because after his death, this sword had actually been pulled from his own grave by the young man before him.
He had heard that the young man before him had not yet reached the end of his life. Did this not mean that this demonic sword had been treasured by this young man for 1500 years?
He has me in his heart!!
Although this might just be his own personal thought, Lucius still couldn't stop the happiness and joy in his heart. Even if it was his own delusion, why not think more about things that could make him happy? What if it came true?
"You'd better not hold back. That is the most disrespectful behavior for a warrior!"