Chapter 665 See You Again

The conversation with his mother Arya lasted until late at night, and finally Luga went out and saw Andrew coming towards him.

"Caesar." Andrew called out, and Luca just nodded slightly, and then said, "Go back, I'm a little tired."

This place is still a long way from the palace, and even Augustus' carriage would take quite some time to get there. During this long distance, Luga felt that he should think about what Arya said.

Licinia, this strange woman, performed a series of crazy actions just to save her mother from being killed by Marcian.

He still didn't dare to confirm the truth of Arya's words, but he chose to listen to Arya's words, especially the sentence "I am not only Likinia's mother, but also her friend. I know my daughter. Stop killing. Just treat it as a dying person's begging."

Luga had heard such words from Arya more than once. Although Arya was Augusta, she was rich, had maids to serve her, and had no worries about food and clothing, but she was ultimately a pitiful woman.

Luca saw with his own eyes the way the elderly woman looked at him, her wide eyes filled with fear.

What is she afraid of, or what does she see? Is it the violent murderous aura behind a person who has experienced killing, or the uncontrollable nature of real killing in war and struggle?

Young people who have never seen war are easily instigated. Their understanding of war is often that there are barbarian leaders who kneel down and surrender before them, and barbarian girls who are attracted by their so-called bravery. Then an unforgettable love affair occurs, and finally they return home in glory and marry a beautiful bride. From then on, they have endless capital to brag in front of their children and even grandchildren.

But in the eyes of those who have experienced the war, what they know is the cruel truth of flesh and blood mixed with bones when the gorgeous cloak of the imagined description of war is stripped away and what they see with their own eyes.

Obviously, Arya belongs to the latter, because she witnessed the bloodshed in Constantinople with her own eyes. She huddled beside the coffin of Theodosius and trembled. When the killing stopped at dawn, she walked out of the palace tremblingly, and what she saw was this broken arm and limbs, and the land stained with blood.

The elderly woman could no longer bear the loss of her loved ones, especially the consequences of internal strife. The brutal killings in Luca's siege of Marcian deeply affected this poor woman.

She was afraid, too afraid that this would happen again in the future, because she knew clearly that if Liginia insisted too much, she would suffer this disaster. She was no match for Luga, and if the fight got out of control, Luga would send his army to brutally kill Liginia. Yes, when anger surged in her heart and she completely lost her mind, killing might be the best way to ease and resolve the matter, but it was also the worst.

Luca could not deny that Arya was protecting her daughter, not to mention that she actually allowed Luca and Licinia's wedding. Such a ridiculous thing, Luca understood that this was nothing more than wanting Luca to become Licinia's backer so that she would not be deserted by her friends and relatives after her divorce from Valentinian and the death of Theodosius.

The dignity and nobility of the nobility and even the Purple Chamber are built on a solid and powerful backer. Of course, if one falls, they still need to find another one.

Licinia thought Valentinian was too weak, so she thought of Luca, the adopted son who had just been recognized. How old was she at that time? They had never interacted with each other before that. What kind of person was Licinia? Luca was puzzled, this unfathomable woman.

Luca promised Arya that he would not kill unless it was absolutely necessary, especially his family and supporters. Augustus was given the power of life and death, but such great power also requires a stronger restraint in the owner's heart. He should put power in a cage and not indulge it too much.

Luca seemed to have made up his mind that if Liginia did not have any other inappropriate thoughts during this period, then Luca would be happy to give Liginia shelter and make her his wife.

When he returned to the palace, it was already late at night. Luca felt a little tired. He was led to his room by the waiter. Because his room was adjacent to Likinia's, he stopped in front of Likinia's door.

Looking down, he saw a faint light coming from the tightly locked door. It must be the light from the oil lamp.

"Caesar." The maid came over and reminded Luca quietly, "It's time to rest now."

"Don't rush me."

When the maid heard Caesar's answer, she took two steps back to keep some distance from Luca and stood there waiting for Luca's orders.

"Do you want to talk to Likinia now?" Luga asked himself secretly as he stood in front of Likinia.

He reached out to knock on the door, but his curled fingers stopped in front of the door. Luca still couldn't convince himself.

"Why don't we wait and talk about this tomorrow." Luga was thinking about backing out in his heart, but his body kept persuading him to do so, resulting in him being unable to advance or retreat.

The two thoughts were fighting fiercely in his head, leaving Luga standing there in a dilemma.

"Caesar."

The maid's call again brought Luca back to his senses, and the fierce struggle in his heart calmed down the moment the call sounded.

"Oh, good."

Luca turned around and responded hesitantly. He took one last look at Likinia's door, sighed lightly, turned around and prepared to follow the maid back to his room.

“Squeak!”

There was a sound of a wooden door opening. This small sound seemed particularly harsh in the quiet environment. Then there was a beam of light. Although it was a little dim, it still shone squarely on Luca.

"You looking for me?"

A gentle question made Luca turn around and look at Likinia who was holding the wooden door.

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Licinia wore a long wrap-around dress and had her hair combed in the Fausta hairstyle, which was common among noble women, especially Augusta (combing her hair back and tying it into a bun, with a whip on top of her head and a gold headband). She looked like she was wearing a crown and was very beautiful.

She looked at Luga quietly with a serious face. It seemed that the quarrel during the day had not yet calmed her inner anger.

"Li Jinia, you haven't slept yet." Lu Jia was not used to Li Jinia standing in front of him suddenly. She did give him a scare and he was caught off guard. Now in front of Li Jinia, Lu Jia really didn't know what to say.

"Yes, how can I dare to sleep when Caesar hasn't come back yet?"

Likinia's deliberate sarcasm and ridicule did not make Luca feel embarrassed. He could understand this feeling. It was like he was forced to share something he valued so much with others. What kind of holy and pure person could have such a big heart and tolerance? Moreover, this problem was more complicated than sharing.

Liginia deliberately turned her head away and didn't look at Luca. She was still angry, and this was not a problem that could be easily mediated.

"Maybe." Luca crossed his fingers and said with a stammer, "We need to have a good talk."

"I don't want to." Likinia snorted coldly. Before she agreed, Luga walked up to her quickly, grabbed her arm and pushed her into the house.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut, leaving the maid standing in front of the door with a stunned look on her face.

"Creaky." The door opened again. Luga stuck his head out and said to the maid, "Oh, you can go back and rest. I will go back by myself." After that, he blinked at the maid.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut again, leaving the maid standing at the door in a daze like a statue.

"Oh!" After a long time, the maid finally reacted.

(End of this chapter)