Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Something feels a little strange.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"She is the director of the Human Rights Protection Organization, Phineas Chaldea."

""

Unlike El-Melloi II's understanding, firstly, he had never heard of Chaldea, and secondly, in his mind, Olga Marie was not the head of the Animusfia family, but rather the eldest daughter.

"Where is Monarch Marisbury?"

"It seems like he passed away."

"I see..."

Perhaps something happened in the future, or perhaps it's a parallel world; in any case, things have developed to a point where even El-Melloi II can't easily predict the outcome.

“Then it’s my turn to ask you, young lady. Humans cannot obtain that kind of power, which means that what happened to Emperor Nero Claudius is definitely beyond our imagination.”

"Even so, are you still going to join forces with that emperor? I have my doubts about whether joining forces with Nero is truly saving humanity."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's answer was simple: "Power is not about what it is, but about how it is used."

"Oh?"

"As you can see, not only Nero, but even I, humanity's last Master—"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gently smoothed her hair and lowered her eyes: "They're not entirely human anymore. So, it doesn't matter. I believe in Nero~~ That's enough."

El-Melloi looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, and only then did he realize that Fujimaru Ritsuka was not human.

What is this called, a pseudo-death apostle?

Followers and Dead Apostles are opposites, but they are essentially similar. Ultimately, they both originated from the search for answers to the questions of the planet.

Even El-Melloi didn't dare to speculate in the direction of the "True Ancestor".

"If you are now her companion, you should know her level before things get out of control—otherwise, one day, her flames will completely consume her as well."

"By then, I will also believe in Nero."

"why?"

"Because... El-Melloi, that's the way you're looking at that young king right now."

"So most of the time, I can't get involved."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared intently at the burning figure. "Her Majesty Nero truly loves humanity with fervor and purity. Therefore, all I need to do is watch her with excitement and gratitude in this golden theater and offer her thunderous applause."

"No matter what her end may be, I will witness it with these eyes."

"Witness?"

The Second King concluded his questioning.

However, another person on the battlefield caught his attention.

The purple-clad girl holding the shield.

It seems to be neither a Servant nor a human... then what exactly is it?

The scorching flames and lightning collided in an instant.

The battle entered its final stage. Busifaras's iron hooves thundered as he pounded on the ground, while the young emperor riding on his mount shouted the true name of his Noble Phantasm and charged forward!

"Teacher, please be our witness!"

"Ritsuka, just watch my attitude!"

Nero was not to be outdone; her sword, encircled by the flames of Rome, surged with magic, transforming into a magical beam of fire!

This is--

"Initial domination and supremacy!"

"The glorious empire sung by the virgins!"

Mashu's shield was placed in front of her, but it was deflected in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided.

A crimson blade tore a terrifying black flame wound from his right shoulder to his left leg, the scorching heat of Rome burning the young king.

Unsurprisingly, Alexander III was unable to defeat the now-powerful Nero.

"sharp."

Alexander exclaimed in admiration.

"Your beauty, your extravagance, your arrogance... to be able to unleash such power... it seems there truly is a demon king lurking within you..."

"I've got the answer, and then... I'll hand it over to the teacher."

You don't need to feel regretful.

Nero raised his sword and swung it down: "For you were defeated by Rome!"

Chapter 65 Rafe's Resurrection

The emerald green sword light swept across, its burst of brilliance like a shimmering meteor streaking across the sky.

The evil dragon has fallen, and the world is bathed in the afterglow of its demise. This is the [Fantasy Greatsword - Fallen Demon].

Faced with this devastating blow that could level the entire area.

The Spartan king calmly raised his shield and shouted the name of the Guardian. Three hundred warriors materialized behind him. These were not ordinary soldiers, but indomitable warriors who, along with Leonidas, were etched into human history as guardians of Thermopylae.

【Guardians of the Flame Gate】

However, despite this, Leonidas's attack method was merely throwing spears.

Even with all their might, they couldn't break through Siegfried's dragonblood armor; but at the same time, Siegfried's powerful attacks were also withstood by his companions and shields. This battle would continue until one side was completely exhausted of magic.

"Warriors, raise your spears! Let the dragon-slaying hero witness the courage of Sparta!"

"Oh wow!"

"This is..."

"Sparta!"

The powerful roars echoed through the valley.

The warriors of Thermopylae charge! Raise your spears! Throw them!

"Well done!"

The spears thrown by the phantoms of the three hundred warriors exploded around Siegfried!

At the same time, Siegfried swung his phantom sword, and the blazing light cannon swept away the warrior's fragile spirit core!

*Sizzle!*

At the top of the shield, it clashed with the pillar of light capable of destroying the dragon.

The situation has temporarily reached a state of even balance.

"Although I would love to fight you here in the honor of a warrior, my Master has a responsibility to save humanity—so... I'm sorry, Lord Leonidas."

"what?"

The moment Siegfried uttered those words, Leonidas instinctively felt a chill run down his spine.

"Fearless of death, indifferent to life...seeking only slaughter. Lie down obediently, King of Sparta! [The Dagger of No Return]!"

This poisoned dagger was forged by Lady Xu, a renowned swordsmith during the Warring States period. According to legend, anyone struck by this dagger would die instantly.

Stab it!

The Spartan king had his soul core pierced by a sharp dagger!

"This battle is meaningless... King of warriors who protect the nation. Without anything to protect you, even you cannot unleash your full power."

Jing Ke took a swig of wine, flicked his sleeves, and said.

"Hmm...Is that so? I see. There is nothing behind me that needs to be protected...You're right, assassin."

The flames on Leonidas's helmet went out.

He muttered a self-deprecating laugh, then shook his head and slowly dissipated into nothingness.

"The battle here is over."

"Thanks to Lord Siegfried for forcing out the opponent's Noble Phantasm, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to assassinate him so easily."

Jing Ke exhaled a breath of fresh air carrying a faint aroma of wine and said.

Siegfried didn't take credit for it: "I didn't do anything, I just held my own for a while. You were the one who really delivered the fatal blow."

"Alright," Jing Ke said, cupping his hands in greeting. "The battle on the Master's side seems to be over. Next, we should be heading to the capital of the Allied Rome, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure."

Siegfried didn't care about all that; he just wanted to fight the enemy and defeat them, nothing more.

"I'm going to gather intelligence on the Allied Rome first—you can report back on the specifics."

"it is good."

Two people who had no connection with each other assigned tasks simply through this conversation.

News of the defeat at the front arrived, and a human-like roar of Rafe echoed through the palace of the Allied Rome!

"Trash! They're all trash!"

"Boudica is useless, Alexander and Leonidas are useless too! What kind of heroes of mankind are they, what kind of conquerors are they... Shameful, they can't even handle a few little girls. And they dare to call themselves heroes of human history?"

Florence roared, his eyes bloodshot, "Since that's the case, then don't blame me... You forced me to do this!"

The magician, wearing a green top hat, went into a frenzy of hysteria.

He had confidently promised the king that he would annihilate Fujimaru Ritsuka, this remnant of Chaldea, right here. Now, forget about annihilating Fujimaru Ritsuka, he's lucky if he himself isn't wiped out...

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

"O oppressor! I'm coming!"

"My love will explode, blasting all injustice and slavery to dust... Let us fight for freedom, for tomorrow, ahahahahaha!"

Spartacus!

Damn it! I forgot about this guy!

Rafe's expression froze, and his emotions exploded at that moment.

That despicable slave leader thinks he can change the world or something, and he's coming after me?

What to do, what should I do? Using the Holy Grail to summon a Heroic Spirit is the safest option... but I have a few final plans that I'm saving for Fujimaru Ritsuka and Nero. It's not really appropriate to use them here.

Clang, clang, clang!

A robust and powerful figure paced through the palace; he was tall and wore primitive yet simple gold and red armor...

Oh right, how could I have forgotten about him!

Romulus, the founding god of the nation!

Why not just let this guy go?

This guy is completely under my control, but his strength... well, as a Servant, he's barely worth a look. Let this guy handle it!

"Heh... Spartacus rebelled against your Rome, didn't he?"

Romulus stopped.

He looked at Rafe without saying a word.

""

"So, aren't you going to wipe out the rebels? For you, such rebellion shouldn't be allowed, right? If you don't act quickly, your Rome will be destroyed by Spartacus."

Rafe paced slowly around Romulus with ill intent, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

""

Oh well, this guy won't answer anyway—

As Rafe was thinking this.