"That guy is calling for me. It seems my time of activity is about to come to a temporary end. But I'm very happy to have met you here, Aslan. No matter how many times I see you, I must thank you. Also, the next time we meet, you might have to face my supreme masterpiece. But I believe that if it's you, there will be no problem."
Estée Lauder began to gradually turn into her spirit form, a smile on her face. Because she was unsure what that old insect would do to her after this, Estée Lauder would treat this separation as the last meeting between the two of them after this encounter. This way, if the next time they met, she had already become a puppet unable to think for herself, then this miraculous meeting would have no regrets.
Aslan nodded seriously. Finally, he walked forward with a smile, came directly in front of Estée Lauder, and lightly flicked her on the forehead. "Since that's the case, then you remember this for me. Even if you return to the Throne of Heroes, you must feed this information back to your main body."
Aslan looked at Estée Lauder, who was rubbing her own forehead, and said in a very serious tone, "I am not your father. You and I are the same person from different worlds. Remember, our father is the White Dragon of the Isle of Britain. If there is another chance to meet, and you call me father again, I will, on behalf of our cheap old dad, pin you to the ground and give your butt a good spanking!"
Estée Lauder's eyes widened slightly, but such a result was more in line with her wishes. So that's how it was, they were the same person... In that case, the self-blame she had once felt in her final years, even cursing herself for being a bit excessive and ugly for having such feelings for her own old father, could also be lessened a bit.
But everything was like smoke from the past. What kind of feelings she had held in her life naturally need not be mentioned anymore. Just treat it as her own little secret, and forever bury it in the bottom of her heart.
"Honestly..."
After muttering in a low voice, Estée Lauder showed a smile to Aslan. "Since that's the case, then I look forward to being able to address you correctly the next time we meet."
She then turned into golden points of light and disappeared from her spot.
After all this had settled, the Ruler of this Great Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc, finally arrived here. Compared to Aslan who had a car, and the Black Faction who had golem horses, Jeanne, who had been running for a whole day without rest and then had to continue running on her own two feet, was naturally the last to arrive.
At this moment, even if Jeanne's patience was strong, she couldn't help but be covered in sweat and panting.
"Am I late?"
The golden-haired Saintess blinked her eyes, a look of helplessness and daze on her face, and at the same time, a hint of self-blame.
Aslan nodded. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little pity for this Saintess. Aslan took out a small box from his own pocket and sighed. "In any case, take this thing. At least the next time you rush to the battlefield, you'll be a little faster. But before that, I still have to ask... do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"
As for why he didn't give her a car, the reason was very simple. No matter how he thought about it, he didn't think Jeanne had a driver's license. At that time, when she was rushing to the battlefield, wouldn't it be even more miserable to be detained by the traffic police?
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In the old insect's base, watching the returning Estée Lauder, the old insect gave this obedient girl a fierce glare. He then looked at the Roman Emperor with extreme annoyance, and then his lips curled into a smile, revealing a hint of malice. "Just this once."
The Roman Emperor had his legs crossed, wearing a modern suit. The black suit made this Roman Emperor look wanton and full of aggression. The wine-red shirt was just like his hair. He gently took a sip of the red wine placed at the side. The Roman Emperor's attitude towards this old insect before him was already clearly one of disdain.
Anyway, this Roman Emperor felt that his compatibility with his summoner this time was outrageously bad. Especially after his own threat-like action this time, from now on, between this pair of master and servant, there was probably only the hope that the other would die soon.
His own sneak attacks would not be so easy to succeed from now on. The Roman Emperor believed that this Master of his was now prepared after his sneak attack. At the very least, before his next sneak attack, this cheap Master of his would surely give an order with a Command Spell.
But it didn't matter. Anyway, if you don't let me have a good time, I won't let you have a good time either. Let's just wear each other out like this. The Roman Emperors were all clear about their love and hate. If they loved someone, they wanted them to live. If they hated someone, they wanted them to die. Even the weakest Roman Emperor, even a Roman Emperor who lived like a puppet, was like this.
After seeing this Roman Emperor's actions and attitude, the old insect didn't want to say anything more. The relationship between them, the thoughts between them, they had long since known each other's hearts. The old insect, besides being very angry about why he had summoned such a troublesome Heroic Spirit, had no way to change the current situation.
The old insect now just hoped that the final great battle between the Black and Red factions would break out sooner. This way, he could also send these annoying guys to their deaths sooner.
What the old insect hadn't expected was that he, who had always been a bit unlucky, was actually quite lucky this time. Amakusa Shirou had already made preparations to launch a general attack on the Black Faction's castle.
After all, after Aslan returned, Mordred still chose to act alone. In the words of this rebellious knight, the moment she returned to the church and saw that Empress, it reminded her of her own mother. She would fight side by side with the people of the Red Faction, but that did not mean she would enter the Red Faction's main base.
Mordred didn't believe that Aslan couldn't feel the problems with the Red Faction's existence. After all, they both had the same hereditary intuition. But there was nothing to worry about with this cheap elder before her. Whether in terms of strength or scheming, she couldn't outplay this cheap elder of hers. What's more, for this elder of hers to be at the Red Faction's main base, he should have his own purpose and thoughts. She didn't need to worry about the affairs of her elders. She just needed to do her own thing.
Amakusa, after learning of the Black Faction's Assassin's exit, had a smile on his face. But after learning that Atalante had chosen to betray because of the illegal Assassin's exit, he frowned again.