Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Thus, the twins clashed. Like Enkidu and Gilgamesh, the twins fought with all their might. However, unlike Enkidu, neither of them 'understood' the other during the battle. In the end, Romulus won and survived, while Remus lost and died.

"No, Romulus, your Rome must not be born into this world; it should never have existed!"

"Why do you do this?" Romulus asked at the time.

"On that day, I saw the Son of Dawn descending to earth. Why, why, bright star, son of the morning, you fell from the sky—"

Remus answered in a voice devoid of emotion, a voice that seemed to possess a chilling, boiling intensity, a terrifying surge originating from the depths of his being:

"You have won, but you are finished. Your Rome, my people, will ultimately be dragged into an eternal hell after the times change. The love of the Son of Dawn cannot reach you, for it will only be a flame that burns out completely, never to become the star it once was. The end of desire only brings destruction. Romulus, you are the true sinner for all of this because of your 'Rome'..."

And so, upon seeing his younger brother breathe his last, the one representing the possibilities of humanity understood—

Remus, in fact, is just like himself, viewing everything as his own children, that is, a Roman.

From then on, Romulus's mental state became somewhat abnormal, and the things he said sounded very strange.

Later, the Senate plotted against Romulus. During the military parade, they poisoned him, and then, due to a sudden storm, dragged him into the inner chambers for shelter. Just as they were about to take up their daggers and kill Romulus by cutting him into pieces—

“You all want to kill me, but you are all my beloved children, and you are all the embodiment of glory and shadow.”

Romulus had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, yet he was smiling, making him appear terrifying to his opponents.

"I pursue and yearn for these hands not to destroy, but to open the darkness of ignorance, to touch the unknown, and to exist for the love of humanity."

"Your desires are the arrogant expression that governs all things, and also the brilliance of people who dream of continuous progress tomorrow. It is precisely because of this that I cannot help but love you."

The man's words remained incomprehensible to everyone, just as they had been all these years since he had killed his brother Remus.

Perhaps their murder stemmed from both a thirst for power and the fact that Romulus's words were always difficult to understand.

"As you wish, so too does Remus. From this day forward, I will no longer be human, but a supreme god."

However, this is not out of God's mercy towards humanity, but because I will relinquish my human identity and transform into the stars in the sky to bless you, bless the world, bless Rome, and bless all who love you.

"Beneath glory lies darkness; after temperance, betrayal, and decay, beyond the waves rising from the sea of ​​blood, lies the terrifying Babylon."

The rebirth of the holy city, the administration of the kingdom, the seven crowns of the great red dragon, the ten crowns of the sea beast, the seven red heads, the ten crowns—all those bewitching women and abominable creatures, they have returned from affectation and decadence, the Trinity! The three great seven-headed, ten-horned beasts are all one, the Trinity! How terrifying! But so what! That is Rome! Equal to my sister!

Romulus, dressed in blue, opened his arms and went into the gale, his whole body instantly radiating golden glory.

"The world is full of Rome, yes, the embodiment of glory and shadow, Son of the Dawn, your birth is my sin, but it is still Rome, and I think it doesn't matter if I'm the only one who thinks so."

I believe that love, even in its most intense burning, can be conveyed, and therefore you will surely see something dazzlingly bright amidst all the filth, my children—Rome.

The golden majesty vanished in the gale, leaving only the man's laughter echoing for a long time; all that remained was the possibility of humanity.

"...This is about the life of Romulus."

The Oracle of Sibylla revealed to Novia the distant past, things of bygone days.

And so it happened suddenly in this place, the land of the end as recorded in the Book of Revelation.

By combining the prophecies in this oracle and the Book of Revelation, it is not difficult to see that in the distant past, before Rome was even established, Remus foresaw that the Son of the Dawn, born alongside Rome's sins and evils and unable to become a star, would devour everything. This is why he fought a life-or-death battle with Romulus, ultimately losing and dying.

Romulus later abandoned his human identity due to a murder plot by the Senate, transforming into a supreme god to protect 'Rome', but holding the opposite attitude to his brother.

Although it sounds like a riddle, it's actually quite clear to Novia, because Satan and Lucifer in the Type-Moon universe are the same being, and the twins naturally refer to Nero.

However, Novia was very confused about the 'inability to convey love'. She and Nero had gotten along very well over the years, and they had even kissed. The only thing she hadn't told Nero about was Melsin... Could it be because of this?

Or is it actually her mother Agrippina's fault?

But no matter which one it is, Novia intends to find a solution.

062: Teachers are everything; nothing else matters.

Water droplets, water droplets, water droplets—countless water droplets flowed down from the isthmus, and the river gradually seeped into the soil.

Nero looked at his hands and the newly opened canal, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment the canal across the Isthmus of Collins opened, the scene was filled with a solemn and festive atmosphere. Sunlight shone on the shimmering water, the golden light complementing the winding canal. Citizens on both banks flocked to the riverbank, their faces beaming with excitement and joy.

The canal, which had been planned since the time of Caesar, was successfully opened not long after Nero's ascension to the throne, which also signifies the further strengthening of the Roman Empire's central control over Greek commerce.

"Rome!"

"Rome!"

All around were voices praising the Rose Emperor, directed at this bright, energetic, and cheerful blonde girl.

Nero happily raised her hand to signal to them; the citizens' approval gave her a sense of security, because it meant that her teacher would definitely think the same way. However, although she was very happy, she still felt a little disappointed...

It would be great if the teacher were here too.

Try to imagine it; it's not difficult for Nero.

Sounds and scents, colors and movements, the voice of that person echoing in my ears—it was somewhere, a quiet place, in a lush, vibrant forest, with only two people there. My heart pounded like a deer's, I felt ethereal, as if I could accomplish anything…

No, let's pause for a moment. The teacher probably won't allow it.

Novia was undoubtedly the person she loved most in the world, but the gap between them was too great, which troubled her greatly. Therefore, she always wanted to become someone worthy of his expectations. She wanted to stay by Novia's side as much as possible, but this trouble disappeared after she learned from her mother that she was actually being controlled.

That's great. It shows that she is really important to Novia. The teacher's kindness to her is based on something that makes her feel incredibly fulfilled.

When Nero was very young, while his parents were still alive, this thought would often arise in his mind:

I wish I had never been born.

Although she never said those words aloud, they were deeply imprinted on the girl's soul and could not be erased.

"Hey! Did you go looking for a man again?!"

The father's voice was filled with cursing, while the mother's voice was filled with impatience as she said no.

The image that comes to mind is of her father sitting haphazardly on the bed drinking, and her mother standing to the side with a disdainful look on her face.

From the time Nero could remember, the house was always in a state of anger and rage.

"And this guy, he's not mine at all, huh."

A contemptuous gaze swept over her, still a child, from head to toe, showing no mercy and no sympathy whatsoever.

Nero, still a child, blinked slowly and breathed quietly, trying not to make a sound.

The father, who was addicted to alcohol, clicked his tongue and said, "Just looking at you annoys me."

"Forget it, go away. Don't let me see your and your daughter's faces again. It makes me uncomfortable. I wish you had never been born."

After the man finished speaking angrily, he waved his hand in front of his child as if shooing away stray dogs. The corridor leading to the room at the end of the corridor was clearly lit, but for some reason it looked very dark. This house always seemed to be shrouded in gloom.

Even after his death, when his mother was exiled and his young children were left to wander the streets and were later adopted by relatives, they still lived a life of hardship.

Living in someone else's home, the contemptuous gazes brought on by her mother's promiscuity were like whips, day after day, year after year. When she was in a bad mood, she would curse and rant, just to vent her frustrations and relieve stress... She always felt that there should be no resurrection in this world, and that it would be best if there had never been life in the first place.

I wish I had never been born.

These words were like a curse, binding the girl tightly and forever echoing in her ears.

Many years later, after being traded by her mother to Novia, whom she had only heard of, she didn't have much hope for him, even though he seemed like a good person. After all, these guys were all disgusting in private.

This world is a sandbox where disgusting filth exists everywhere you go; burning everyone to death would be the best course of action.

That's what she thought, and she was prepared to plunge herself into the countless filths of this world.

However, Novia was overwhelmingly different from what she had expected and what she had seen before.

His gaze and words were completely different from those of the people the girl had encountered before.

This person's gaze was always gentle and tolerant, without a trace of negative emotion.

His words were all positive affirmations of the girl, as if they were spoken solely to convey his message to her.

He took the girl's situation seriously and tried his best to convey it to her.

But the girl who spent some time with him found him terrifying, wondering what he was after.

Moreover, it's terrifying to be used to Novia's presence and to be with her.

Because this person won't always be by her side, won't always be with her at all times. If she takes it for granted, the girl will definitely feel empty and unbearable when he abandons her one day.

This change, this unfamiliar emotion, made the girl quite uneasy and felt terrified from the bottom of her heart, so she deliberately went to test it.

"I want to become someone like my teacher!"

"Is this your idea?" Novia smiled slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Although this is just my personal opinion..."

The silver-haired boy used this sentence as his opening line, looking at the girl with very sincere eyes.

“My student, if you need help, please tell me, Domitius.”

Hearing Novia's firm tone, for some reason, the girl who was about to refute her was unable to do so.

"I hope you will remember this."

The man smiled and spoke as if in prayer or pleading.

In all my years, no one has ever treated someone like her so directly or spoken to her like this.

Although Nero didn't know what he wanted from her, she knew that Novia was saying those things for her sake.

Therefore, Nero felt that moment was the beginning of a new chapter in her life after being immersed in countless filth.

It arises naturally throughout the body, just like breathing.

I love Novia; my teacher is everything, and I don't need anything else.

063: A True Loser in the First Century

"Huh, have they already left?"

"Yes, but I don't know where he went."

The story goes back to the day after Novia was taken by Melusin to Armageddon.

Outside Rome, at the Praetorian Guard's encampment, Lucius, who had recently become the Praetorian Guard's leader, was following Novia's instructions to reshape these men into soldiers with faith, instead of letting them indulge in a life of luxury and debauchery brought by high pay.

Because of Novia's current prestige, and because Lucius announced that anyone who didn't like him could challenge him to a duel, over time, most of the Imperial Guards were naturally subdued and began to obey him.

However, Novia also knew that even if the Roman Empire later relied on Christianity to form an effective management system, and used the doctrines he preached to solidify the Romans' spiritual beliefs, it would only delay its inevitable demise. No matter how much it expanded, the most fundamental problems would still exist, leading to Rome's demise, which was inevitable.

"Your Excellency, you can take a look around the city and see what the scenery is like. I'll tell you as soon as Novia, or rather, His Holiness the Pope, returns."

Lucius moved his feet to the entrance of the Royal Guard's encampment and spoke to Cialis, who had arrived there.

For the purple-haired girl who had lived in the Atlas Institute for many years, she was basically unaware of what was happening in the Roman Empire. After all, the Atlas Institute didn't pay much attention to such things and was busy with its own research.

Nagihiari was no exception. If her adoptive father, the dean, hadn't come to tell her that Novia had established an organization called the Church of the Holy Temple, she would probably still be at the Atlas Institute right now. Although she was initially confused about what use it was for the dean to tell her such a strange thing, since it was of no use to her research.

But then she thought that since Novia was a friend she had finally gotten, she should at least show her appreciation, so she went, only to find out she had missed her chance.

"No need. In that case, I must leave, as I am busy with my research..."

Upon hearing the news, Xia Li felt a bit blank, staring blankly at the unchanging sky, feeling quite uncomfortable, probably because she felt she had wasted a lot of precious time but hadn't seen it, hence the feeling.

However, it's also possible that the real reason for the anxiety is that the person you want to see is not there.

"What should I say to him before I leave? I'll pass it on to him."

No, I didn't—

"Really."

Lucius grinned.

He had, after all, once been in love with a druid priestess who was nearly a hundred years old. Although they were actually using each other on the battlefield, the druid scarred his face before his execution. This scar caused Lucius to suddenly go blind during the battle, leading to the defeat of the operation.

Until he met Jesus, he lingered in darkness, living a life like a walking corpse, before finally being redeemed and seeing the light again.

More than a decade later, he met Novia and personally witnessed how Novia had built Christianity into what it is today, and even renamed it the Church of the Holy Church.

As for Cialis, who was once invited by Novia to Britain to study the Albion Dragon, Lucius had long seen through her. Although the purple-haired girl appeared cold on the surface, she actually had feelings for Novia, but she was just not good at expressing her emotions. It could be said that she was being suppressed by something.

Therefore, Lucius believed that he could still play matchmaker for the two of them. After all, he had never seen any other women around Novia. If Novia hadn't refused, he would have introduced some female druids to Novia back in Britain long ago.

"......"

In Cialis's view, Lucius was forcing her to say something to Novia, who wasn't even there, even though she had already said no.

The girl didn't understand what this meant. She just felt that people were really strange. There were countless strange things about countless people. If she hadn't made up her mind after meeting Novia to stop using the Ether Thread to steal other people's senses and to rely on her own feelings, she would have used the Ether Thread on Lucius long ago, given her previous personality.