For the first time in a thousand years, Hedoria proposed to Attila, and it was explosive news for everyone in Rome, Romans or tribes of other peoples.

The invincible Flavis family can be said to be the only family that has risen from God's mercy.

From Flavis, the chosen son. Theodosius I (rumored to have succeeded him because his name appeared on the divination card in full view, so he was considered the chosen son of the world, so he became Augustus of the Eastern Roman Partition Empire) to Flavius who rose from blood and corpses. Luga, whose unquestionable strength made Rome bow down to the four realms, no one dared to question the authority of Flavies, and the nobles regarded the surname of Flavies as their supreme honor, but few got their wish.

As the saying goes: the barbarians longed for Rome, and the Romans longed for Flavies.

But now, the disgrace of the Flavis family, Hedoria, who lost herself to the court eunuchs, in addition to the shame of the Flavis family, once again gave this family a great greeting gift that had already exhausted the war, and even this time deeply stung not only the Flavis family, but also the entire arrogant, invincible Romans.

Where did the noblewoman of Rome personally propose to the enemies of Rome, including the barbarians, whom he had always looked down upon? Even this person's identity is the sister of Augustus, a member of the Flavies family, so condescending that even a Roman commoner would beat his chest in anger and shout: Rome has never had such an insult!

The whole country, young and old, feels incredible.

They protested loudly and put pressure on the government, especially Augustus Luga and Vice-Emperor Valentinian, who were eager to hear what they both, and who, as the chief citizens of Rome, were eager to hear both Augustus answer in unison on behalf of the whole of Rome: "No!" ”

"Kill Holdoria!"

"Execute this shameful scum!"

The townspeople gathered in the square of Augustus, and they protested loudly at the palace, demanding that Luga punish Hodoria and give them an account.

The sound of protest was like thunder, enveloping the entire palace, and even in the garden on the top floor, Luga could clearly hear what they were about to protest against.

But Luga had no time to express it, for Hodoria was here, and the woman only now realized that she had committed an unpardonable sin, and she fell to her knees in front of Luga with her son, who had just come of age. The desire for Luga to forgive her for the sins she had committed in a moment of confusion was, in the final word, nothing more than a desire to live, just to survive, even though it was an even more difficult luxury to become Attila's wife.

The cry for the killing of Hodoria came from below, far overshadowing the cries that were close at hand, and Luga just stood in front of the flower pot, and at some point he began to have the same hobby as Theodosius II, which was to take care of the flowers and plants.

In the face of the mother and son's crying, Luga didn't pay attention to it at all, but used a knife clumsily and carefully pruned the withered branches and leaves.

On the soft cot not far behind her, Lickinia was sitting there holding a wine, her eyes fixed on Luga's back, and from time to time she was holding her glass, sucking the juice of the wine in the glass little by little.

Luga was trying to learn this delicate work, not deliberately imitating Theodosius II, but just to miss this strange king, whose fate was bound by an inevitable connection, and then there was a family affection that transcended blood.

Hearing that Holdoria's cry was getting smaller, Luga sighed lightly, and while flicking the dirt off the knife, he said: "I thought that Augustus was a symbol of glory and power, but we were all wrong, and there is also a potential thing called duty, or responsibility, which is like an invisible iron sword hanging above my head, always supervising my balance of rights and obligations, so as to avoid the slightest deviation from it, and then lead to an irreparable situation. ”

Hedoria looked surprised, presumably she didn't understand what Luga was talking about. She witnessed the madness of Marcian and Pulgolia for the position, and the bloody battle that broke out in the final seizure of the position.

It turns out that war can really change a person's mind, and I'm afraid Luga is the best example.

"I stood up in a pool of blood, stained with filth that could not be washed away, and then clothed in gold to show my dignity, and then enjoyed the worship of the four realms, even though I had no right in my hands, and my words were the highest laws, but I did not have a day of restful sleep."

Then Luga looked back at the mother and son, and said to them with a sigh, "All this is because of you." ”

As soon as Luga's words fell, she could hear an exclamation from Holdoria, and it was undeniable that she was really frightened by Luga's seemingly menacing tone.

She held her child's arm tightly, fearing that the next moment Luga would order the guards to separate her from her child, and Hedoria looked at Luga with a begging look, but this did not provoke Luga for a moment.

"Pity for a look or a one-sided story is too cheap." Luga said as she carefully wiped the dirt from the knife with a cloth and turned to look at the young man who had just come of age beside Hedoria.

Luga walked over slowly, leaned over, looked at the young man, and asked with a smile, "What's your name, kid?" ”

"Tiberius, sir." The young man looked at Luga timidly and replied truthfully.

"Tiberius, good name." Luga nodded again and again, smiled at Tiberius, and then said: "Tiberius, you are a boy, a good boy, you should understand that as a boy, you should have responsibilities!" ”

"Yes, yes, sir." Tiberius looked up at Luga, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Yes, yes, you know what responsibility is, then you should ask your mother if she understands her responsibility."

The boy turned to look at his mother, and Hodoria burst into tears and shook her head, as if she understood the reason for this, and then she said to Luga in a begging tone: "I beg you, Caesar, he is only a child, and this matter has nothing to do with him. ”

"Without him, you might still be Plasitya's favorite girl." Luga's tone was heavy, and his attitude was even more unquestionable. "How cruel it is to choose your own death and let your children live with hatred and loneliness in this world, it is better to follow you"

"Caesar..."

"Andrew!" Without waiting for Hodoria to cry, Luga turned to call out, "You should understand what you are going to do now. ”

"As you wish, Caesar." Andrew said, pulling the mother and son down, and all they could hear was Hodoria's cries along the way.

"Now Hedolia doesn't know what medicine she took wrong? She even proposed to Attila, and what is even more infuriating is that she promised Attila half of the empire as a dowry, which is clearly deliberately to provoke a fragile peace between us and Attila! ”

Andrew shouted to the citizens in the middle of the square, then raised his sword and fell sharply. Thunderous cheers rang out throughout the Place d'Augustus, even at the very top of the palace.