However, before this big brother could run far, a Black Key was thrown from a distance, directly piercing his head. A jeep stopped not far away. The young priest in a black robe on the vehicle still maintained his weapon-throwing posture. In the eyes revealed in the shadow of his hood, emotions of firmness and gentleness were intertwined.
The young priest looked at Aslan with a smile. "Although you may not need help, I couldn't help but make a move when I saw this scene. Please forgive my presumptuousness."
As the young priest walked forward, he took off the hat on his head. A head of white hair appeared before everyone. The old uncle driving let out a soft sigh. No matter how many times he saw it, he would have the same thought about the young priest before him. How could such a good child have his hair turn all white at such a young age?
In fact, although the young priest had a smile on his face now, his heart couldn't help but tense up. He always felt that there was something wrong with the golden-haired young man before him, and even the white-haired young lady following behind him was the same. The oppressive feeling these two gave him was no less than the pressure brought by the powerful top-tier Heroic Spirits from the Holy Grail War decades ago.
He was a Saint, and a Ruler at that, yet he couldn't sense any reaction related to a Heroic Spirit from the existence before him. In other words, this existence that was giving him pressure was not a Heroic Spirit. Could a living being possess such great pressure? If a living being possessed such power, they could probably already touch that level. Or was the golden-haired young man before him actually not human, but a type of long-lived species? But the Holy Church should have more or less collected all the data on living long-lived species. Even if an existence was rare, there would definitely be some records, even if it was just a few words describing their appearance.
As a Saint himself, even if he was a not-so-famous Saint from the Far East, after being summoned as a Ruler and staying behind, his status in the Church was not low. Even if most people in the Church didn't know his true identity, they would still admire him for his super learning ability and his firm and unique understanding of his faith in the Lord. Therefore, this young priest could still easily access the data on long-lived species in the Church. What's more, in these long years, besides preparing for his own revenge, the young priest would naturally also take on some missions from the Church. His love was a great love, and he truly wanted to bring peace to everyone's side. So, he would not refuse any of the spirit-exorcising missions issued by the Church.
Building a good relationship with this golden-haired young man now was also to see if he could get some words out of him later.
Compared to this young priest's apprehension and worry about Aslan's identity, Aslan recognized who this priest was at a glance. For this priest to have appeared on this land in this form, it basically told Aslan what kind of world he had come to.
To be honest, Aslan still admired the young priest before him. Although he was known as a little troublemaker, his love for all living beings was beyond doubt. It was just that Aslan could not agree with his wish to achieve the salvation of all beings. It wasn't that he was worried that such a wish would destroy the world, thus leading to the world being pruned. After all, this was not Aslan's world; the future of the world had nothing to do with him. The reason Aslan could not agree was that he felt it was very unfair. The salvation of all humanity naturally meant that everyone would be saved, whether they were good people, evil people, or ordinary people. For this young priest, this love, this salvation, knew no boundaries. But in that case, wasn't it a bit too unfair to those good people? The bad people had done all sorts of evil things, yet they were released because of this one small wish, while the good people did not receive more blessings and rewards.
What's more, if all the people in the world were saved, then what was the difference between that world after salvation and this current world? After all, everyone was saved, it was just copying all the current people over again, wasn't it? This was not even as good as the plan of the Chaldea A-team's leader to become a god when humanity was almost completely wiped out. At least in the captain's vision, those who evolved from human to god, who possessed a long life, were those with pure souls.
However, just from the fact that this young priest had the long-cherished wish to save everyone in the world, it was already enough to make people admire him. How many people in this world could do this? Even the priests in the Vatican might not necessarily have such an ambition.
Melusine looked at the priest before her and slightly bared her teeth. At the same time, she muttered in a low voice, "Does this world allow Heroic Spirits to act so freely?"
Although the voice was very small, it could still reach the ears of the priest who was a Heroic Spirit. Since the golden-haired young man and the white-haired young lady before him had recognized his identity, then this priest naturally did not intend to hide it. Anyway, the middle-aged uncle beside him would not speak of what he had heard. On one hand, this uncle also didn't understand. On the other hand... people who couldn't keep their mouths shut wouldn't live to this age.
The still very young-looking priest scratched his cheek. "How should I put it? I'm a special case. Since we've already laid it bare, can you tell me who you are, Your Excellency?"
The expression on the priest's face began to become serious. "No matter what, I am a Saint..."
Having said this, there was naturally no need to say everything. Neither side was a fool.
Aslan looked at the young-looking priest before him, his lips curling into a smile. He didn't know if this world had legends about the blacksmith Aslan and the Son of God Aslan. But let's give it a try. He took off the pendant from his neck. The holy spear in his hand swung to the side. The fluttering holy banner made a sound in the wind. As for the driver uncle, he would just use Faerie Letters to delete his memory later.
"I wonder if this world has any legends about the Son of God, Aslan? If there are, it should be able to prove that I am not an existence you need to be too wary of."
The young priest was stunned for a moment. This world did have legends about the blacksmith Aslan and the Son of God Aslan. It was just that the Aslan of this world had not forged any artificial god, nor had he awakened the blood of the dragon. In Great Britain now, there was even the tomb of this world's blacksmith Aslan.
After hearing this, the young priest put away his weapon, a smile on his face. Since they were both people under the Lord's brilliance, then they were not enemies.