Chapter 570 Explanation

Hodolia proposed to Attila. This was the first major event in thousands of years. For everyone in Rome, whether they were Romans or tribes of other ethnic groups, this was explosive news.

The mighty Flavius ​​family was a noble family that rose to power because of God's favor.

From the chosen son Flavius ​​Theodosius I (it is rumored that he succeeded to the throne because the name of Theodosius appeared prominently on a divination card in public, so he was considered the chosen son by the world and became Augustus of the Eastern Roman Divided Empire) to Flavius ​​Luca who rose from blood and corpses, his powerful and unquestionable strength made the four borders of Rome bow down to him. No one dared to question Flavius' authority, and the nobles regarded obtaining the surname of Flavius ​​as their supreme honor, but only a few got what they wanted.

As the saying goes: the barbarians longed for Rome, and the Romans longed for Flavius.

But now, the shame of the Flavius ​​family, Hedolia who lost her virginity to the court eunuch, not only brought shame to the Flavius ​​family, but also once again gave this family, which was already exhausted by the war, a great gift. This time deeply hurt not only the Flavius ​​family, but also the entire proud and arrogant Romans.

How could a Roman noblewoman personally propose to Rome's enemies, including the barbarians whom Rome always looked down upon? This person was even Augustus' sister and a member of the Flavius ​​family. Such condescension would make even a Roman commoner beat his chest and stamp his feet in anger, shouting: Rome has never been insulted like this! The whole country, young and old, felt incredible about this.

They protested loudly and put pressure on the government, especially Augustus Luca and the vice-emperor Valentinian. The world was eager to hear their opinions. As the chief citizens of Rome, the Romans were eager to hear the two Augustus answer in unison on behalf of all Romans: "No!"

"Kill Hedolia!"

"Execute this shameful scum!"

Citizens gathered in the Forum of Augustus, where they loudly protested against the palace, demanding that Luca severely punish Hedolia and give them an explanation.

The sound of protest was like thunder, enveloping the entire palace. Even in the garden on the top floor, Luga could clearly hear what they were protesting.

But Luka had no time to express himself, because Hedolia was there. This woman only realized now that she had committed an unforgivable sin. She knelt in front of Luka with her son who had just come of age. She longed for Luka to forgive her sins that she had committed in a moment of confusion. In short, she just wanted to survive, just to survive, even though this was a luxury that was more difficult than becoming Attila's wife.

The shouts to kill Hedolia came from below, drowning out the cries that were nearby. Luca just stood in front of the flowerpot. He didn't know when he started to have the same hobby as Theodosius II, which was to take care of flowers and plants.

Faced with the crying of the mother and son, Luca ignored them and just used a knife to clumsily and carefully trim the withered branches and leaves of the flower.

Not far behind him, on the soft little bed, Likinia was sitting there with a glass of wine in her hand, her eyes fixed on Luga's back, and she would occasionally touch the rim of the glass, absorbing the juice of the wine in the glass bit by bit.

Luca was trying to learn this delicate work, not to imitate Theodosius II deliberately, but just to remember this king who was originally a stranger to him. An accidental but inevitable connection bound their destinies together, and then a kinship that transcended blood ties emerged.

Hearing Hedolia's crying gradually fade away, Luca sighed softly, flicked the dirt off the knife, and said, "I thought Augustus represented glory and power, but we were all wrong. There is also a hidden thing called obligation, or responsibility. It is like an invisible iron sword hanging over my head, always supervising me to balance the scales of rights and obligations, avoiding the slightest deviation, which would lead to an irreversible situation."

Hedolia looked surprised, probably because she didn't understand what Luca was talking about. She witnessed Marcian and Purgolia's madness for this position, and also witnessed the bloody battle that broke out to take this position.

It turns out that war can really change a person's character. I'm afraid Luca is the best example.

"I stood up in a pool of blood, stained with dirt that was difficult to wash off, and then wrapped in gold to show my nobility. Then I enjoyed the worship of people from all over the world. Even though I hold unparalleled power and every word I say is the highest law, I have never had a peaceful sleep until now."

Then, Luca turned around and looked at the mother and son, and said to them with a sigh: "All this is because of you."

As soon as Luca finished speaking, Hedolia exclaimed. It was undeniable that she was really frightened by Luca's tone, which seemed extremely threatening at ordinary times.

She held her child's arm tightly, fearing that Luga would order the guards to separate her from her child the next moment. Hedolia looked at Luga with pleading eyes, but this did not arouse Luga's sympathy at all.

"If we simply feel pity for someone because of a look or a one-sided touching story, then that pity is too cheap." Luca said as he carefully wiped the dirt off the knife with a cloth, then turned around and looked at the young man who had just reached adulthood next to Hedolia.

Luca walked over slowly, leaned down, looked at the boy, and asked with a smile: "What's your name, kid."

"Tiberius, sir." The young man looked at Luca timidly and answered truthfully.

"Tiberius, what a nice name." Luca nodded repeatedly, smiled at Tiberius, and then said: "Tiberius, you are a boy, a good boy, you should understand the responsibilities that a boy should have!"

"Yes, yes, sir." Tiberius looked up at Luca, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Yes, yes, you understand what responsibility is. Then you should ask your mother whether she understands her responsibility."

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The boy turned to look at his mother. Herodora was in tears and shook her head. She seemed to understand the reason behind this incident. She immediately said to Luca in a begging tone: "Caesar, please, he is just a child. This incident has nothing to do with him."

"Without him, you might still be Praxiteles' favorite girl." Luca's tone was heavy, and his attitude was unquestionable. "How cruel, choosing your own death and letting your child live in this world with hatred and loneliness that they shouldn't have, it would be better for him to follow you."

"Caesar..."

"Andrew!" Without waiting for Hedolia to cry out, Luca turned around and called out, "You should understand what you have to do now."

"As you wish, Caesar." Andrew said, pulling the mother and son away. All they could hear along the way was Hedolia's crying.

"I don't know what's wrong with Hedolia now? She actually proposed to Attila. What's even more infuriating is that she even promised Attila half of the empire as a dowry. This is clearly a deliberate attempt to disrupt the fragile peace between us and Attila!"

Andrew spoke loudly to the citizens in the center of the square, then raised his sword and slammed it down. Thunderous cheers rang out throughout the Augustus Square, and even at the top of the palace, it was so deafening.

(End of this chapter)