Melly Still Wandered Through the Sea of Flowers

The enormous dragon claw that fell from the sky was shattered, but Rovi did not press his advantage. Instead, he stood still, suppressing the twitching in the corner of his eye.

He's been exposed—why, why was he betrayed even though he had already reached the original level?!

Faced with Martha's voice that rang out at that moment, Rovi couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless, after all, the appearance of that Dragon Kind was something he hadn't anticipated.

That was the essence of the Britannian Isle, and its aura was completely identical to that of the Britannian Isle.

Without prior knowledge, even if it were the manifestation of the original form, one would only think it was the body of the Britannian Isle, and would not know that what was coming was such a huge Dragon of the Island.

Rovi let his hands hang down, braving the fierce wind.

Martha, Cross Spear high in her hand, appeared even more sincere and devout with her pretty and delicate face.

Rovi shattered the dragon's claws.

With his powerful status, he sheltered the weak and vulnerable.

This is the manifestation of 'Yiyi'.

"Your true form in the mortal world, Holy Son, you have finally arrived."

The saint's voice echoed across the wilderness, and the rolling dark clouds in the sky could not drown out her words.

The Roman soldiers in the legion frowned, bewildered by what had happened, while the poor people from Britannia suddenly realized what was happening and were overjoyed. They knelt down before Rovi to express their gratitude, and also to express their devout faith.

They came here to survive, but in any case, it was Martha who always guided them with her faith.

The seeds of faith had long been planted in their hearts.

At this moment, with Martha's words and as Rovi flicked his sleeve and shattered the dragon's drooping claws, the pillar that had sustained them all this way was erected once more.

That man, that man—the Roman soldiers saved them.

The man shattered the evil dragon of Britannia that had been oppressing them.

That person was the 'savior' that Martha spoke of.

He is the 'Holy Son'.

It is the 'Spirit' in the void, the 'Father' in heaven, in human form.

Here he demonstrates his righteousness—

"Hmm? Did you know them before?" A clear voice rang in Rovi's ears. Nero Claudius stopped in his tracks when he saw Rovi had stopped.

The girl's graceful body drew closer, her full legs, hidden beneath her flowing skirt, swaying silently. She looked at Rovi before her. "It seems that my ancestors and you have many secrets?"

"No, I don't know them." Rovi shook his head.

Nero crossed his arms, raised his head, his golden hair scattering in the wind, his emerald eyes filled with seriousness. "It doesn't matter if we know each other. I don't care about your past as my advisor. You only need to remember that you are now my First Advisor!"

"This is the Emperor's trust!"

That's enough!

"Of course not!" Nero loosened his hands from his clenched bosom and put his hands on his hips. "I want you to remember my perfection forever. How could I possibly do that here?"

"I am Rome, the most perfect Rome, and the Rome that trusts you the most!" The Maiden Emperor's ahoge (cowlick) swayed from side to side. Everyone present was more or less frightened by what had just happened. Even Martha was on high alert. Only the girl named Nero remained calm, and even her heartbeat was not disordered at all. "Because I know that you will definitely protect me!"

Nero seemed quite pleased with herself, so Rovi couldn't help but reach out and ruffle the golden ahoge (cowlick) on her head that swayed from side to side and was as arrogant as she was.

"Less talk, more action!"

Speaking as if reprimanding a junior, Rovi tapped Nero on the forehead.

"Hmm?" Nero was in pain, but his smugness remained.

She knew that Rovi had taken her words to heart. Although she couldn't see any effect yet, Rovi did care about her, regardless of his purpose.

That's enough.

"Stop!"

"Protect His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Don't let her get any closer!" A clamorous voice rang out below the hill where the First Consul of Rome, His Majesty the Emperor, stood. Countless Roman Legion, wielding spears, surrounded a figure walking slowly forward, forming an impenetrable defense to block her path.

The sapphire saint stopped in her tracks, and the poor people from Britannia who followed her also stopped.

Martha, the leader, raised her Cross Spear and said, "I have no intention of being your enemy; I have only come to pay homage to the 'Holy Son'—"

"Your Majesty, is that you?" Nero with some curiosity.

Rovi patted his robe. "Maybe?"

"That's it." Nero waved his hand. "Go, my aides, in the name of Rome—completely subdue them!"

Although he knew that Nero wanted him to use the name of the 'Holy Son' to completely win over this 'rebel', her demeanor still made Rovi unable to resist tapping her smooth forehead, which was covered by her golden hair, again.

His Majesty the Emperor crouched down with his head in his hands, while the guards around him simply turned their backs, keeping their eyes downcast and not daring to move.

Prevent?

Stop my ass!

Didn't you see that His Majesty the Emperor himself was enjoying himself?

After finally getting Nero to 'restrain' a little, Rovi turned to look down.

He ordered, "Step back, don't stop them!"

"His Majesty's safety is in my hands."

"Yes!"

Facing Rovi, who was fully authorized to represent the emperor, the legion commander did not hesitate this time, nor did he think of asking His Majesty the Emperor for instructions.

Didn't you see His Majesty crouching down with his head in his hands, ready to defend himself?

Do they even need to ask?

The spears were sheathed, and the soldiers slowly retreated, revealing the figure of the Radiant Maiden with her long purple hair flowing down her back at the foot of the mountain, along with countless poor people.

As Rovi took a step forward, before he even got close, he noticed that the group of people suddenly lowered their bodies and were about to kneel down.

But soon they found their bodies stiff.

Even the Martha people,

They were also unable to kneel down.

"You don't need to kneel before me, I'm human too." Having no way to escape it, Rovi could only accept the reality before him.

After all, he is indeed a ''. The core of chaos has replaced the 'spirit' of the void, and the body of the God of Machines has been dubbed the title of 'Holy Father'.

The Primordial Human's body is naturally the 'Holy Son'.

The three combined form ' Yahweh '.

This is an identity that is beyond doubt and cannot be denied.

Even so, he still wanted to change some of the attitudes he didn't like. "In the righteousness I pursue, you are equal to me, you don't need to kneel down to me, you don't need to kowtow to me."

"Even the Emperor of Rome are not worthy of your bowing down."

"Hmm?" Hearing someone call his name, Nero popped his head out, then sprang to his feet, his chest swaying as he approached Rovi's side. "That's right, I don't need your worship, what I want is your passion and freedom!"

"You agree, don't you?" Nero chuckled at Rovi, winking as if to say... "Praise me already!"

She is both noble and passionate, yet completely unconcerned about the girlish feelings she reveals.

Rovi couldn't help but laugh.

"The meaning of equality... It is I who do not understand it deeply enough, Your Holy Son, Your Excellency!"

Martha took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and no longer wanted to kneel down to pay her respects.

Thus, the force that bound his short stature also dissipated and disappeared.

The white-clad saint slowly straightened up. "Then, please fulfill your promise, Your Holy Son, Your Excellency!"

"Of course." Rovi smiled.

Martha's ability to draw inspiration from his 'talks' demonstrates her exceptional wisdom and spirituality.

She could understand Rovi's words and quickly change her own attitude.

At this moment, while they still respected and worshipped him, they no longer regarded him as a supreme deity as before. Instead, in addition to respect and worship, they added a layer of equality, "Gentlemen, His Holy Son, Your Excellency does not need your kneeling and prostration. You only need to treat His Holiness as your elder brother!"

This statement is concise and to the point; it is too complicated for the poor to understand, but conveyed in this way, it is easy for most people to comprehend.

The eldest brother is like a father, but in the end, he is still a junior.

"We understand."

"Your Holy Son, Your Excellency..."

"Holy Son, Brother?"

Some people were able to get up quickly, after all, no matter how they looked at Rovi in front of them, he was just like any other person, and he did have a natural sense of friendliness. Of course, some people found it difficult to break free from their psychological constraints.

Rovi wasn't in a hurry. He simply glanced at Nero beside him and asked, "Your Her Majesty Nero, what do you think?"

"I'll see with my own eyes." Nero snorted, somewhat displeased, but couldn't help saying, "Since you've agreed, then let's go and see Britannia!"

Having promised to escort them back, they naturally had to keep their promise.

Moreover, Britannia will find it difficult to achieve complete peace unless it sets foot on that land and eradicates that evil dragon.

"Then, I entrust this to Your Holy Son, Your Excellency, Your Highness, Her Majesty Nero," Martha then added.

"Hmm? You needn't be so polite. You are also subjects of Rome, my subjects—"

Nero's response was quite matter-of-fact. "Regardless of what happened before, now that I'm here, I certainly won't stand idly by—"

"All that talk, but I'm the one who does the work, aren't I?" Rovi tapped Nero on the forehead.

Nero instantly covered his head, but did not crouch down to defend himself. His expression remained arrogant. "You are my assistant. I am you, and you are me. What difference is there between what you do and what I do?"

"That's sophistry!"

"My words are the Emperor's truth!"

Martha looked at Nero, then at Rovi, and felt that this holy son was quite different from what she had imagined.

But... compared to the lofty gods, this holy son is indeed better.

Martha then smiled.

She turned to look at the large crowd of Britannia poor behind her, raised her spear high, and cried out, "Everyone, let us follow His Holy Son, Your Excellency and go home!"

"Go home!"

"Good!"

Amidst the uproar, Nero and Rovi stopped bickering, exchanged glances, and smiled.

"My soldiers, follow in my footsteps and eliminate the threat to Rome!" The Emperor of Rome then issued the order.

The army sprang into action once again.

Crossing the sea, crossing the border.

A corps of six thousand men, along with tens of thousands of Britannia poor, gathered together and, like a surging torrent, crossed the region separated by the sea.

"They're here—"

"Rome, here we come!"

Britannia, where the sky is often shrouded in mist and the islands are frequently shrouded in thick miasma, lies in the middle of a vast, swamp-like region, where a mountain-like entity reigns supreme.

The enormous dragon spread its pale wings, its surging scales shimmering like a swirling white vortex.

This was a white dragon, its long body and outstretched wings resembling the outline of the landmass of Britannia as seen from above.

He exhaled a storm of breaths and surged with intense heat.

The figure before him was reflected in the open golden dragon eyes.

A red-eyed 'girl' with long, flowing white hair and wearing a white robe held a Magecraft wand as tall as a tower. Her clear voice swayed easily as she spoke, "Fey Dragon formed from the remains of the Boundary Dragon ' Albion,' it seems you've run into some trouble?"

"Boom!" However, before the girl could finish speaking, her words were covered and smashed by a claw.

But in the next instant, its figure reappeared above the dragon claw that had landed.

"Another illusion? Melly, you damned nightmare—"

"Correction: I am a being that is half-Nightmare, half human, half fairy, not a nightmare, and I will never die." The girl's lips curved into a smile, bright yet playful. "So I said, why be in such a hurry?"

"I don't think I can be impatient with you," the enormous dragon roared.

"But what's the use? You can't kill me unless you can break into the Tower of the End the World." The girl seemed fearless. "Otherwise, even if you are the embodiment of the island, you still can't kill me."

"After all, you are merely a 'dragon' formed from remains of Albion, not the true Dragon of Albion."

Albion is an ancient Dragon Kind that existed during the golden age of mythology. It was the creator of the environment of the island of Britannia. Although it failed to become Star-making God because the area it created was too small, it still possessed the characteristics of a planet.

The dragon before me is vastly different from it.

Are you trying to provoke me, Nightmare?

"Guess?" The girl blinked. "But getting angry at me now won't do any good, you know? The person who crushed one of your claws is already on their way—"

The girl turned around and disappeared.

Leaving behind a flurry of petals, the enormous dragon exhaled, completely dispelling the aura it loathed, its golden dragon eyes still blazing with fury.

"So what if you come?"

"Though I am not Albion himself, as long as I stand on this land—"

"Even if it's Chu Chu, I'm not afraid!"

The embodiment of the island stands on the island.

What is there to fear?

Yes, the remains of Albion are not afraid.

"But this isn't just your territory." As they strolled through the sea of flowers, the white-haired girl slowly opened her eyes.

She gazed at the distant pillar of light and let out a soft laugh.

"The Tower of the End of the World, Rhongomyniad, the Lord of the Holy Lance has arrived."

"Where in this world isn't his home turf?"

"Fou!"

A soft sound echoed from the girl's feet.