I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, sensing that she had caught some incredible word.

Love and hate.

What does this have to do with human evil?

Although it is unknown whether the Divine Ancestor is a Grand Spirit Origin, the Saintess and the Magician had warned him beforehand, and their warnings were not unfounded.

It seems that human evil has descended upon this world.

Suddenly, a feeling of urgency and tension welled up in my chest, at the point of connection.

This is...

"Any reaction?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow and asked with interest.

"No, it's not a reaction, it's an extremely urgent reaction."

Fujimaru Ritsuka replied.

“Nero’s emotional reaction was extremely intense. As her Master, I was able to sense the fluctuations in her emotions.”

"After all, that child has such rich inner emotions; he's a straightforward person who dares to love and hate."

Caesar said with a light laugh.

"She is able to convey emotions to her contractor, and after becoming a Servant, she will also be an excellent Servant."

Fujimaru Ritsuka completely agreed with this, since Nero was already a Servant in his time.

"No."

Fujimaru Ritsuka still said with some concern.

"I still need to check on Nero's condition."

"Come on, give me another one of your mental interference techniques."

Pointing to his forehead, the boy continued speaking to Caesar.

"Right here, let's unleash one more of your [Illusory Demon Emperor Fist]."

"I don't know any of those boxing techniques. Don't talk nonsense, Master."

"But since you insist, then so be it. Hmm... what a hassle."

Caesar bounced his fat belly.

I didn't want to work in the first place, but these guys just keep adding to my workload.

Are you kidding me? He's a Master, I'm just a regular Servant. Lots of work, no commission. While others are on vacation, I'm working overtime.

I haven't paid off my mortgage, and I have to buy my own insurance. Luckily, I don't have to pay for parking because there are absolutely no cars available at this location.

With a sigh, Julius Caesar reluctantly drew his disliked golden sword, tilted it slightly to reveal the back of the blade inlaid with beautiful diamonds.

"Um?!"

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was wondering what was going on, Julius Caesar's sword suddenly lashed out without warning.

Bang——!

Suddenly, Fujimaru Ritsuka first felt a ringing in her ears, then bumped into something hard, and the pain lasted only for a moment.

"Alright, I'll take you there."

Caesar glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had fallen to the bottom, and shrugged indifferently.

"What exactly did you... do to Master... ugh... gurgle...?!"

Hei Dai suddenly stood up, swallowed the food in his mouth again, and asked coldly.

"It's nothing, just helping him find Nero. Continue eating, King of Britain."

Caesar waved his hand.

"Oh."

Seeing that Fujimaru Ritsuka had collapsed but her vital signs seemed fine, Black Saber nodded and sat down again.

"Then I won't be polite."

"Please help yourself."

Caesar felt a bit full, but Black Saber was perfectly fine, and nodded helplessly.

Anyway, it wasn't his national treasury; it belonged to Nero.

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Fujimaru Ritsuka quietly opened her eyes, and, well, the surrounding scenery had changed once again.

It was no longer the kind of room that Caesar had, which, though simple, was full of grandeur and magnificence.

The surrounding crowd surged, and countless people seemed to be possessed, as if they had entered a cult, mechanically waving their arms.

"Hang her! Hang her! Hang her!!"

"Destroy Nero's tyranny, Rome belongs to its citizens!"

"Destroy Nero!"

Nail her to the cross!

Curses echoed everywhere, and the crowds who wanted to destroy Nero moved from the plaza to the temple, to the mountains, and to the palace.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was squeezed into the small space where the crowd was surging.

The procession kept moving forward, and judging from the attire and decorations, it must be a wedding.

Is this just Nero's own fantasy?

It's hard to believe; this doesn't feel like a wedding. It's more like a censure rally or a bean-splitting contest—a kind of punitive exercise.

Inside the tall auditorium in the distance, there were red carpets and bright red roses.

It's probably the decorations used during a wedding ceremony.

Hmm, am I about to stage a wedding-crashing incident?

Although this bride may have already sparked terrible public resentment.

After applying a body-enhancing magic spell, Fujimaru forced his way through.

Wait for me, Nero.

This frees you from false illusions.

I'll shatter this pointless fantasy!

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Wedding Night of the Bride

To reiterate, Nero was not afraid of death.

What she feared was Fujimaru Ritsuka's cold gaze, her utterly emotionless cruelty.

The gleaming dagger in his hand, though it did not wound the bride, seemed to have pierced Nero's heart.

My body is clearly not in pain anywhere.

Why... do I feel so bad?

Fujimaru, Yu Mingming, Mingming really likes you.

Why did things turn out this way?

No matter what, Yu is always like this: those he deeply loves and those who deeply love him always leave him. It's like a curse that he can't shake off.

"Nero, it's time to get going."

The boy's gaze was cold and unkind; his sharp, cold blade had undoubtedly extinguished Nero's last shred of hope.

Even Nero's desire to commit suicide was denied.

. . . . . .

The assassination attempt was interrupted.

And just like that, simply, it was interrupted by a reckless, headstrong teenager.

"Stop him! Quickly, stop him!"

"We absolutely cannot let him break in! Guards! Form ranks!"

A commotion suddenly broke out outside the auditorium, putting the Imperial Guard on high alert.

The soldiers raised their shields and drew their short swords.

"That guy's coming, he's coming for me!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a soldier let out a wail as he was slammed heavily against the wall.

boom--!

A powerful impact.

"Get out of my way, none of you!"

"Make way, make way! Take my Barton Technique Eight Extremes Jacob Capoeira Style - Iron Fist Judgment!"

Soon, amidst the soldiers' cries of pain and the loud crashing sounds, a young man dressed in black formal attire burst into the auditorium from outside.

This is Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was knocked into Nero's mental world by Caesar's sword strike on the back.

The real one is Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Everyone realized what had happened, but no one expected that the normally powerful Imperial Guard, the Emperor's personal guard, would be breached so easily.

While I can't say I'm an expert, I was once the only one in Chaldea.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also studied martial arts under the guidance of the various Heroic Spirits.

The Jacobites of Israel, the Pankrasin of Greece, Old Fu's Patton style, Li Shuwen's Bajiquan, the older sister's Mexican wrestling...