Roman, the new name Solomon gave himself.
"Roman, Roman..." Luvia repeated it several times, and said thoughtfully, "The pronunciation is very similar to Romance."
"Ah, I've been seen through. It's because it's so similar to romance. Although that word appeared long after my death, it's what I lacked - the freedom to dream about the future, the heart to seek a better tomorrow. In this second life, I hope to live romantically as a human being."
Solomon, no, Roman's smile was very bright and his voice was very gentle, but the content of his words made the young Master feel choked up in the chest.
The girl felt conflicted.
On the one hand, she felt uneasy. Solomon was too weak to see any hope of winning. Unlike Luvia, who had a high degree of autonomy, she was under very strict discipline as the daughter of a lord and a minor. This time, she was bold enough to steal the holy relic treasured by her father and ran away from home to participate in the Holy Grail War, hoping to prove herself in this way.
If she wins, everything will be easy. She has achieved the feat that even Lord El-Melloi, the second-in-command of the aristocratic faction, has not achieved. This is simply the supreme honor.
If she loses, a life of great suffering will await her. Olga Marie feels anxious when she thinks of her father Maris Billy's cold face.
Now it seems that the latter is more likely, but she can't vent her emotions yet, because Solomon's life moved her. He seemed to have unlimited glory, but in fact he had no freedom and was no different from a prisoner, which was a hundred times more harsh than her life in the past ten years. She really couldn't say anything more to this man who had a miserable life. All she could say was -
"If you want to live romantically, you must first win the Holy Grail War. If we win, you can live however you want. If we lose—"
"—That's all, I understand." Roman responded, "Although I am a useless Servant, I will try my best to stay with the Master until the end."
"Hmph, I'm glad you know it." The proud girl gritted her teeth, turned around and left.
Roman hurried to catch up, only to see the girl wave her hand impatiently.
"Don't follow me, leave me alone."
"But-"
"It's okay, leave her to me, we need to talk about some private things between girls."
Luvia nodded slightly at Roman and walked past him gracefully.
"Archer, you stay here too. We won't be going far. As servants, you two must have something to talk about. If not, you can discuss how to work together. Your archery skills combined with Mr. Roman's ability to block detection can produce a very terrifying effect."
"Understood." Karna still maintained a calm and almost cold attitude.
Luvia quickly caught up with Olga Marie and patted her shoulder gently.
"Don't be angry, Mr. Roman is actually quite nice..."
She was already very skilled in this way of comforting her sickly sister. Before leaving home, she often used this method to comfort her sickly sister.
Although Olga Marie was a prominent person, in Luvia's eyes, she was just a little sister who was making trouble. This was especially true when she learned that she had run away from home without telling her father.
It is undeniable that there is an element of mutual benefit between the two, but Luvia also assumes the responsibility of an older sister taking care of her younger sister.
Oh, oh, I am such a worrier—thought the lady in blue as she disappeared at the stairs.
Behind the two of them, Roman, who was still watching them, sighed softly, "What a wonderful lady. You are lucky, Archer."
"That's great indeed. I never thought someone like me would be blessed with such luck one day."
When Karna said this, he rarely smiled. He was a "hero of giving" and had been giving all his life, but when he was with Luvia, he tasted the taste of receiving, which was an invaluable experience for him.
"But when it comes to luck, you are the same. Although Miss Olga Marie's attitude is not very good, she has actually accepted you."
"I know, I've always had good luck."
Roman withdrew his gaze and met Karna's eyes. The latter put away his smile, and his cold eyes saw through all the pretense.
"If you knew that, why did you do this on purpose?"
"What's the matter?" Roman was stunned for a moment, looking particularly innocent.
Karna was not fooled. "Deception is meaningless to me. Why do you pretend to be like this? This is not who you are."
"Ah, that's what I'm talking about. I'm not lying. I'm telling the truth. The way you describe yourself belongs to Solomon, not Roman. In my second life, I only want to live as Roman."
"What about your strength? Your ability is not as bad as you say. Even I dare not say that I can beat you."
Luvia and Olga Marie were not broad-minded enough to see through Roman's true strength. But Karna was different. He was a top-level warrior and had eyes that could see through the truth. The first time he saw Roman, he knew that he was a warrior who was not inferior to himself.
"There's actually another reason for this." Roman lowered his voice as he secretly glanced at the direction where the two girls disappeared. "Originally, I can't appear in the world as someone's subordinate, but something went wrong this time, so I was able to get some special treatment. You should understand what I mean."
"I see, that's it..." Karna pointed to the sky calmly.
Seeing this gesture, Roman finally breathed a sigh of relief: "For this reason, I must keep a low profile and not over-show my strength, otherwise it is likely to cause unpredictable changes."
"I understand. I understand your approach and I won't expose you. On the other hand, I hope you can promise me one thing."
"What's up?"
"If I lose the battle and fail to accompany the Master to the end, I hope you can ensure the Master's safety. You are better at this than I am."
The giving hero said this and lowered his head. That nobleness made Roman reveal for the first time a temperament that was the opposite of ordinary and common.
"Karna, you..."
"Although I am not subject to the same constraints as you, I can more or less sense the strange atmosphere of this city. Anyway, please leave everything to me."
"... All right, I promise you, in the name of Roman and in the name of Solomon."
Roman was silent for a while, but finally did not refuse. As he spoke, an illusory image appeared behind him.
Pale hair, brown skin, and a wide white robe with red, white, and black stripes. At that moment, the "Great Source" that was everywhere between heaven and earth suddenly began to stir, as if cheering.
This is the true appearance of King Solomon and the true strength of the "Magic King" who has an irreplaceable position in history.
PS: Well, the lady in blue and the cunning boy in tattered clothes, they are unexpectedly a match.
PS2: Little Sun is really kind-hearted.