"Empires Are Never Holy"

At the beginning of the day, in the Grand Palace of Constantinople, the banquet had just begun - a very different banquet from the rest of Europe. It's not a whole bunch of people sitting around a round table eating heysets. Instead, they are more inclined to drinking parties and dance parties. Men and women chatted and laughed in the corner box, or sipped wine with glass at the wine table. Of course, more people choose a dance partner and start dancing.

"It's really lively. Egil said as he sat back in a chair, drinking wine from the Greek peninsula as he took Artoria's hand.

"What, it's not fun at all. "Artoria didn't like this kind of banquet very much. Because there is more wine on offer, there are also a lot of fruits and juices. However, there are very few things that can really fill people's stomachs. And if you eat too much, it seems to be a very shameful thing. After Artoria ate two more pastries, he received a mixture of surprise and ridicule from some of the nobles next to him. Altoria was slightly discouraged. Just sit down and drink.

As for dancing or something, this couple doesn't know anything about it. However, quite a few nobles and young ladies ran up to Egil and stretched out their hands to ask Egil to invite them to dance. However, His Majesty the Emperor only politely rejected them.

"I want to stay with my wife. Egil replied.

"Oh...... That's a shame. The nobles said something like this, so that Egil almost didn't hold Artoria......

At this moment, except for Egil, several other kings and dukes have already started their hunting operations. However, there were also many Greek nobles who were fond of these foreign princes. Even Attila, who looks seventy or eighty, is now dancing vigorously with a noble person in his thirties who looks beautiful and beautiful. If they had talked well, they would have had a good night.

The reason why these nobles chose these guys is not because of their power. The nobles, who had always embraced Romanocentrism, would not consider themselves kings of several other barbarian states. How much benefit the duke or something will bring to them. These noble people are basically acting for the sake of showing off later—like how many men are showing off at a party, saying that they have been in a certain woman's sex or something, or something. When the women get together, they also show off to each other, saying that they have lived with that man. And these nobles from foreign countries will give them a very good score for this behavior.

In fact, this kind of behavior has long been a common practice in the Roman court. If you don't have a sufficient number of lovers, you will be laughed at. would be called unattractive and stupid - and at this dinner party. It's like in the era of moral decay in later generations, some idiot college girls compare with each other how many relationships they have been in love with and how many men they have been in chuáng. A virgin who is clean and self-righteous will be ridiculed, just like all idiots.

But what, this is ridiculous. The sad and shameful standard is what is now universal values. Those who violated this were to be spurned - just like the Norman Emperor and the Empress who repeatedly refused the invitations of other noble men and women and snuggled up to each other.

"It's a shame...... is such a handsome character, but a wooden head who doesn't understand the style. A group of nobles got together and talked to each other.

Before that, they had made a bet on who would be the first to get the alien emperor - it would be a great thing to brag about if they could get that emperor to succumb to their charms first, but in the end. These women all failed. His Majesty the Emperor preferred to sit aside and drink juice with his rude and mediocre wife than to dance with the beauties of the Greeks. Naturally, people are reluctant to admit that they are unattractive. So it was concluded that Egil's skull was broken.

"I'm going to teach them—"

Although the group of nobles thought that their voices were already very small. But in the eyes of Artoria, who is a super master and a master of horses, there is no difference between them talking quietly like this and talking loudly around them. In fact, even if you can't hear it. Seeing that group of people gathered together to talk and laugh, and looked in their own direction, they should also know that they were laughing at themselves. ...,

"-All right. Hani. What does it matter. If they want to say it, they can just say it. Egil took Artoria's hand: "Can you still kill them?"

"But......" Artoria reluctantly sat back down beside Egil, "they are insulting you, Egil. ”

"That kind of thing doesn't matter anyway. Egil put his arm around Artoria's shoulders and held her ear close to her: "When the city of Constantinople is destroyed in the future, those women will be handed over to you." ”

By the time Egil said this, Artoria was in a much better mood - if the others had so lightly hinted at her that Constantinople would be captured in the future. Then Artoria will definitely not believe it easily. However, it was Egil who said this. Then the situation is different again. Egil was the most powerful and excellent man in Artoria's mind, and Egil said that they could capture Constantinople in the future. That is to be able to capture Constantinople.

So, Artoria obeyed Egil's arrangement, ignored the Greek nobles who pointed at him, and lazily lay in Egil's arms, eating snacks and drinking wine. Behind them, Sonia stood silently. As a conscientious bodyguard, the horn of the shì from the sè exists. Of course. The excessively medium-sized countenance, as well as the thin figure, made the Greek nobles whisper, and there was a new reason when arranging Egil.

"That guy is the barbarian emperor's prostitution, right?"

Something like this made Sonia feel very unhappy too. There are all kinds of aspects.

"I'm so sorry. Two people. It seems that the two of them were not able to enjoy a similar banquet. It's really not well entertained by the palace. ”

This moment. It's just a song. Lilianu also noticed something was wrong with Egil's side. He left his dancing partner and walked straight to this side, sitting on the chair beside Egil.

Her Royal Highness the princess at this moment is bright and moving. A low xiōng dress with a bright red sè and a large sapphire necklace hanging from the mouth of the xiōng further set off her charm and jiāonèn's fair skin.

"Hmph...... What a nasty woman. "The enemy is very red when they meet. At this moment, I saw Lilianu's such an eye-catching outfit. Altoria suddenly became more and more unhappy. The Norman Empress let go of Egil's hand and straightened up to look directly at the woman who had almost killed herself. The hatred on the countenance was clearly visible.

"We still have an account that we haven't settled. Artoria squinted at Lilianu. It made this brave princess who dared to go down to the Colosseum in person and fight with lions and tigers with her bare hands felt a chill down her spine.

"What a dangerous woman...... Lilianu sighed inwardly - she wasn't one of those idiots who hadn't been on the battlefield and didn't know what this kind of momentum was. This kind of killing aura is unique and unique to the bloody aura that is several times richer than that of a warrior who has fought on the battlefield for the rest of his life, and it only belongs to a legendary warrior like Artoria.

Back then, although it was she who cornered Artoria. But in those few short days of confrontation, Artoria performed several amazing times, which also made Her Royal Highness the princess have nightmares several times. On the battlefield, the image of the brutal demon holding the black sè demon sword lingered, and Her Royal Highness the princess, who was disturbed like a nightmare, was not at peace. Always reminds Lilianu of who she was defeated in the end. Who caused her more than ten years of preparation to come to naught......

"Artoria...... The Norman Queen, Queen of Britain...... "Every time she chewed on the name, Lilianu could feel the depths of her soul, and the unforgettable, hateful emotion grew a little bigger. Until today......

Artoria hated Lilianu, and didn't Lilianu hate Artoria?

The power of hatred, and the dignity of being a Roman princess, made Lilianu's fear of Artoria much less. After an initial moment of fear, Lilianu recovered. He took out the feather folding fan on his waist, opened it to cover his mouth, and then said, "What His Majesty Altoria is talking about, this palace does not understand. I don't remember who I owe. Presumably Your Majesty, you are mistaken. ”

Lilianu's gestures and indifferent tone reminded Artoria of the other woman she knew, the princess, and her other enemy. The one named Aurora, Egil's sister.

At this moment, the images of these two princesses, who had a lot in common (status, feather fan, haughty attitude, and aristocratic exemplary manners - most importantly the plump xiōng department), overlapped in Artoria's mind. Double the hatred and disgust, lvup!

"You ...... Damn it. Artoria's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and her eyes narrowed into a slit. Already aimed at Lilianu's heart. I'm ready to draw my sword.

"Hani, don't do that!"

Fortunately, when Artoria was about to draw his sword and kill, Egil quickly reacted, stood up and held Artoria's hand, grabbed Artoria desperately, and at the same time turned his head to look at Lilianu, and said, "I'm very sorry, Your Highness, my lover is drunk, please don't be surprised. ”！。