Looking at the once again tense and confrontational atmosphere, Estée Lauder took a deep breath. She was getting tired of these people who wouldn't listen to reason. Since these guys wouldn't listen and insisted on a fight, then she would choose to join the side she was familiar with.
Estée Lauder, of course, saw Aslan, the man who had influenced her entire life, who had changed her world, and who was perhaps her own old father. Even if he wasn't the old father of her world, the man before her was indeed far more competent than her real father.
As for Estée Lauder, until she died of old age in her own world, she never knew who her real old father was. A certain White Dragon of Great Britain was crying his eyes out on some lonely island, at the same time shouting for his daughter who had just accepted a cheap father. Heh.
Of course, for Estée Lauder to have ended up on the continent, it was likely that in her world, before Zeus had met his end, the situation on the Isle of Britain was not very good. That world did not have the so-called legend of King Arthur. I'm afraid that at this point in time, Estée Lauder's original world had already been pruned. After all, the development of the world had already deviated. The East was continuing to move along its original world line, while the West had fallen too far behind. If it continued to develop like this, at a certain point in time, the world would, like a derailed train, be completely shattered.
Estée Lauder felt that the wound on her stomach had basically recovered. And so, she directly controlled her elemental mecha to land beside Aslan. And Aslan also saw the traces of his own unique technology on this elemental mecha.
He hadn't left too much of his technological inheritance in his own world. What's more, the Aslan of this world had a completely different experience from his own and had not walked the path of an artificial machine god, but had just forged one after another of relatively avant-garde weapons. Plus, the voice he had just heard... for him, it had only been less than 10 years. It was naturally impossible to have completely forgotten that voice.
"Estée Lauder?"
Mordred, upon hearing Aslan call out the name of the mysterious mecha's owner, raised an eyebrow. The smile on her face became even more confident. "What? So you know each other? In that case, it's 3 on 3 now. With all due respect, from an individual strength perspective, I don't think you can beat me."
Mordred rubbed her nose. She was still confident on this point. Even if she wasn't a top-tier Heroic Spirit, she was definitely a first-rate one. This was an absolute confidence in herself as the son of King Arthur. Or rather, in Mordred's heart, if she wasn't a first-rate Heroic Spirit, then she was not worthy of being called the son of King Arthur.
Avicebron, after hearing this, frowned. This made sense. In terms of strength, the three knight classes were inherently a bit weaker than the three cavalry classes. Of course, this was a general situation. But from the current state of things, they might really not be a match for the three heroes before them combined.
If it weren't for the fact that there was an old insect behind them, neither Estée Lauder nor Aslan wanted to have more people make their exit now. At this point, the three of them charging up together would be enough to press down on the three on the other side.
Avicebron raised his hand. The surrounding rock golems quickly charged towards the three of them. This time, Aslan did not intend to hold back. After all, in Aslan's eyes, this action was no different from starting a war.
The holy spear in his hand thrust forward. Without a doubt, this was a direct Noble Phantasm release. The silver holy spear lunged forward. The immense magical energy destroyed the terrain and also directly swept all the rock golems into the very center of the magical energy, finally tearing them to shreds.
It was just that after everything had been completely destroyed, the three people who had originally been standing not far away had vanished without a trace. It wasn't that they had died directly under this one Noble Phantasm. No matter what, as long as Fran released her Noble Phantasm and forcibly clashed with his own, the other two still had a chance of survival.
So there was only one possible explanation for the current situation, and that was that the first moment Avicebron had raised his hand, the other side had already thought of retreating, and had acted on it the very first moment they thought of it. Should one say that the other side was rational in their retreat, or should one say that even in retreat, they had to maintain their own face? After all, under the circumstances where he and Estée Lauder had no obvious hostility, what could they have done if they had said they wouldn't fight? Yet they had to send out so many golems to block their line of sight, and then retreat. They really cared about their face.
Estée Lauder, after seeing the enemy leave, dispersed the elemental mecha on her body. Clutching her still-aching stomach, she appeared before Aslan. Compared to the less than ten years that had passed for Aslan and Estée Lauder, for Estée Lauder, it had been several decades, or even half a lifetime, since she had last seen Aslan. In fact, Estée Lauder had even thought that even after she died, it would be difficult to see Aslan again. After all, she had already died. Everything would dissipate without a trace. As expected, the next meeting was simply like a miracle.
As a result, just after closing her eyes and getting rid of her old body, Estée Lauder found herself in a wondrous space. The obsession of not wanting the gods to continue to oppress humanity had made her a Heroic Spirit. At the same time, after learning that the Throne of Heroes ignored time and space, Estée Lauder had a bit more hope of meeting Aslan again.
Now, her wish had finally been granted.
"Aslan... Fa... Father!"
Pfft!!
"What did you say?!"
Aslan, who was just about to reminisce with his old friend, once again heard this headache-inducing address. Aslan remembered now. When he had left that world, he had not had time to properly correct Estée Lauder's address. Could it be that this mistaken address had followed her for her entire life?
At the thought of the Estée Lauder of another world, in her old age, always calling him "Father" when she recalled her youth, Aslan couldn't help but feel his face flush. Oh my, doesn't this make me seem a little disrespectful for my age? To take advantage of himself like this, it always felt like a "kill one thousand enemies, lose one thousand of your own" kind of feeling.
Estée Lauder tilted her head. To be honest, in her later years, she had become more and more convinced that her speculation was not wrong. So, over time, she had naturally taken this as a fact. Therefore, if you were to ask Estée Lauder what she was thinking now, she would, of course, not feel that there was anything strange.
"Fa... Father?"