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

Taking down the Roman soldiers of the Second Singularity wouldn't be a problem.

Moreover, it's a fabricated product of such a dream.

Nero should have died; he should have been assassinated.

Or rather, his throat was slit open by that sharp iron blade, and he vanished as tragically as the setting sun.

What a joke, she's not the type to end things here.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was there, breaking through the crowd and breaching the defenses of several soldiers. Her sudden and uncoordinated intrusion made the situation even more tense.

At this moment, he seemed to be radiating a terrifying rage.

"Let her go!"

It looked as if an electrical explosion could occur in an instant.

"Now, immediately!"

"Let Nero go, you bastard!"

After passing through an atmosphere of corpses and blood, I was determined not to lose anyone.

"Hey, this isn't funny at all. What's going on here? Can you explain?"

The illusory Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned in surprise, looking at the angry boy who resembled a lion, and for a moment her hands froze.

"Fujimaru...how could this be?"

Nero stared blankly at Gudako, whose clothes were somewhat disheveled from barging in.

The boy's formal attire was already slightly damaged from the fall, so it was normal for it to look a little dusty and dirty.

In this way, Nero found a sense of reality in an unreal world.

"Don't be fooled by this world, Nero!"

The black boots pounded on the red ground. The boy was incredibly fast, almost at the highest speed a human could achieve, like a whirlwind passing by.

Thunder roared, and a fierce wind blew.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart was eerily calm at that moment.

But his eyes were full of light, not coldness.

The black fist struck mercilessly in an instant.

The dark figure swept past the bewildered, stunned crowd and instantly swung out.

That's the kind of man who can be ruthless even to himself.

In the auditorium, the young man in black formal attire looked like a warrior.

Perhaps this is a fictional world, or perhaps it's a product of Nero's imagination; it doesn't matter.

All Fujimaru Ritsuka had to do was bring Nero back to reality and shatter this pointless fantasy.

The fake Fujimaru Ritsuka in the illusion staggered and swayed as she took the heavy blow to the face.

Aside from looking the same, they are completely different people.

"Ugh... Waaah!?"

This did not calm Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart. Every Servant she met and every companion she had was a precious treasure.

At the very least, they can do what they are capable of within sight.

"You bastard, who exactly are you...?"

The fake guy wiped his cheek with his sleeve in disbelief, shook his head slightly, and looked at the real Fujimaru Ritsuka.

“I am Fujimaru Ritsuka, Nero Claudius’s Master, and her companion.”

A clenched fist may not be very powerful to a Heroic Spirit, but it is exceptionally strong to a human.

"A tyrant's...ally?! Unbelievable."

The fake Gudako, filled with malice, charged forward with a silver-gleaming blade in his hand, his figure flashing as he did so.

"I don't know where you came from, but since you're the tyrant's henchmen, then you'll all die together!!!"

......

"Hmph, is that so?"

"That's hard to say."

I originally thought it would be some kind of parallel world or multiverse.

But it really was a fake.

The real me.

Even if it's a tyrant, even if it's evil, it's still acceptable.

That's right, when it comes to destruction, no one has destroyed as much as I have.

But even so, I must...

“Even as a tyrant, Nero is still Nero, my beloved, trusted servant who accompanied me through countless hardships.”

Take a deep breath, and let your gaze cool and collected.

The past two years have been filled with laughter and battles alongside everyone.

To form a bond, to lose it. To form a bond, to lose it.

I thought I was used to it.

But, as expected, I still couldn't stand it.

My Spirit Origin Limiter is broken, so I can't beat Servants, but I can't beat you bunch of bastards?

"I like Nero."

Amidst that chilling thrust, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to have anticipated it, gently tilting her head to dodge the opponent's chaotic attack.

"Hey, you...you didn't come here to kill me?!"

Her Majesty Nero is probably too heartbroken. In her dream of great joy, her beloved suddenly attacked her, and she still can't calm down.

"how could it be possible."

Even stronger creatures, terrifying creatures capable of destroying the Earth, have been faced by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

This can be considered a minor incident.

After dodging the opponent's bayonet attack, Fujimaru followed the trajectory of the opponent's attack, skillfully blocking the opponent's elbow with his arm, while simultaneously exerting force with his own elbow to directly strike the opponent's head.

After turning around, he smacked Fake Gudako's back with his right elbow.

Because it's a combat-themed outfit, its damage output is much stronger than usual.

The two violent collisions knocked the illusory Fujimaru Ritsuka down.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, as fleeting as the blink of an eye for humans.

"Although I said that liking Nero might get me hit by Mash's shield, Jeanne Alter's flames of revenge, and Artoria's black curry stick [thankfully there aren't many people in Gari right now], I wasn't lying."

Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up the silver laurel ring and felt its warmth.

That was the lingering warmth left in Nero's palm after it had been there for a while.

Nero the Bride trembled, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears, but the emperor's pride prevented her from shedding any.

"Ugh... That's too much! Saying such embarrassing things here."

The girl smiled as well, her emerald green eyes looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka, her emotions rising, like a white flame carrying warmth.

"But there is no one else here, even if it's a deception, even if it's a dream."

"You can say a little more, I don't mind."

Although shy, she was happy; girls who take the initiative always get good results.

"This wedding dress is one that I wore especially for you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka slipped the laurel ring onto the girl's ring finger and then closed it.

"Even if it's a dream, I hope you have a good dream, Your Majesty Nero."

"Hmm, I felt your blessing from the bottom of my heart. This must be an incredibly unreal dream, but even if it is a dream, I am very happy."

Yes, that was a dreamlike posture, as beautiful as a fairy.

despair?

Fall?

These are all trivial matters.

Hmm, it's time to wake up from this strange, comical, desperate yet heartwarming dream.

Declaration: Noble Phantasm Unleashed.

Flames rose from the girl's hands.

"Spring sunshine, flowers dancing wildly."

The May breeze gently caresses my cheeks.

May blessings travel like shooting stars to the other side.

The young woman in the pure white wedding dress opened her arms, as if embracing Rome, the entire empire, the whole world.

The air turned pure white, and little by little, the colors of the whole world began to emerge.

"Open the golden wedding hall!"

Golden and red light emerged from the pure white.

“Look, Fujimaru.”

A black and white sword slowly materialized in the girl's hand.

"This is my [The Final Rose of Starry Night]!"

The passion of the bride-to-be unfolds in the golden theater.