Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"Let's lend a hand and help her take down Rome!"

Then the events described at the beginning happened.

When Tsurugi arrived, Boudica's tragedy was unfolding. This naive and foolish redhead had been tricked by the treasurer into coming to her place under the pretense of a trap, then grabbed and threatened the Einian people to open the city gates, and subsequently stole all the country's wealth, cartload after cartload.

Finally, they didn't forget to humiliate these barbarians in the eyes of their noble old Roman men, tying them to a pillar and whipping them, and even preparing to humiliate her daughter.

"Top-notch." Tsurugi exclaimed in amazement.

"We can't blame Queen Boudica like that; after all, she was never a ruler," Hierle chimed in, defending Boudica. Then, he paused, looking at Tsurugi.

"...You must be referring to Queen Boudica's wisdom, right?"

"Ahem, of course it's her brain, it's absolutely amazing!" Tsuruga coughed lightly, her face full of seriousness.

Would I casually reveal that I'm actually a junior in college and have a thing for older men?

But speaking of which, Boudica is really horny. Red hair, older sister type, naive and silly, widow, great figure, really hits Tsugumi's sweet spot!

If someone recognizes me as Wa's junior here, my saintly career will be over.

Let's cover this up with a huge uproar!

“Although there are other options in this batch, let’s go with her,” Tsugumi shrugged.

As they spoke, Boudica's two daughters were pinned down by Roman soldiers and began tearing at their clothes.

The greedy finance officer, Catus, had already reached out his claws and was about to seize the two pitiful girls on the spot.

How could Tsuruga tolerate this? He loathed such despicable acts!

So he jumped out, but before he did, he sent Boudica a voice message with a mischievous grin.

"Sacrifice what you love most, awaken your demons, and help you break free from this despair!"

Although she felt that cosplaying God's Hand at this time was a bit too morbid, Tsugumi wanted to see how prepared this red-haired older sister was.

She was conflicted, she struggled, she was in pain.

Although Tsugumi had no idea what she was imagining, she finally agreed with great pain.

Whether she agreed or not, Tsuruga was already going to take action.

Golden and radiant angels descended step by step from the cloud staircase, holy, magnificent, and glorious.

Meanwhile, the exorcist angel, Hiel, who was forced to wear a similar outfit, knew that the saint in front of him had made special preparations for his entrance effects before cosplaying—one minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage.

Anyway, Hier was finding it hard to keep her composure. She felt that even if she went back, she probably wouldn't have much expectation of what saints and gods were like in private.

"Well, well, what did I say before I left last time? That if I acted stupid again, I would cause another mass extinction? Although it's not a world, it's a Rome."

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With a playful and delighted smile, Tsurugi descended the cloud-like steps one by one.

But the unruly Roman soldiers had no sense of awe; under their commander's orders, they thrust their spears at the descending deity.

Wow, another serious crime!

Tsurugi drew his Sacred Sound Axe, and with each step, the trembling strings tore at the flesh and soul of the Roman soldiers in agony. Amid their wails and screams, Tsurugi walked toward Boudica.

He bent down, and an invisible string severed the ropes binding Boudica's body. Then, he reached out his hand to the bewildered widow queen.

"No matter what, you've already sold everything to me," Tsugumi grinned.

"From this moment forward, I am the true King of Britain."

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Nightmares once again overwhelmed Boudica like a tidal wave.

She knelt once more on the gravel, the whip whistling, the excruciating pain of her skin being torn open so vividly it was suffocating. Her daughter's cries surged from all directions, the laughter of the Roman soldiers sticky like bubbles in a swamp. Catus reached for Fura's thin garment—she screamed again, but no sound came out, as if a nightmare had choked her.

But this time, the darkness did not engulf her.

Light cleaved through the murky sky, and in that dazzling golden torrent, she saw the angel who had saved her.

The mocking and cruel mask was staring at her.

Then, Boudica's bloodstained hand was taken up.

A warm current flowed from his palm, a gentle warmth like a stream thawing in spring. The warmth spread along her arm, across her back, which was burning from the lashing, across her heart, which was cold and constricted by fear and despair, and across every inch of her skin, which had suffered humiliation and pain.

He didn't speak, but simply tightened his grip on her hand, pulling her up from her humiliating kneeling position. The dreamscape began to shift and collapse. The square, the Roman soldiers, Catus's grinning face... all peeled away like faded murals.

"How can I thank you?" Boudica asked softly.

"You saved everything for me."

The angel looked at her without speaking, only changing the expression on his mask to a playful smile.

Then, the dream shifted again, and they seemed to be standing on clouds, with the vast land of Britain below, forests, rivers, and the faint smoke of tribal cooking fires visible. In the distance, the eagle banners of the Roman legions looked like ominous spots.

“Destroy them.” The boy pointed there, towards Camrodonum, the Roman capital of Britain, and said in a low voice.

"Kill all the invaders, kill the Romans, and drive these invaders out of Britain."

"Then, invade their country and burn their cities."

“They slaughtered their soldiers, tortured their people, plundered their children, and sprinkled salt on their land.”

"In short, I want you to be destroyed."

Boudica's breathing quickened. She was normally very uncomfortable with such radical words, but at this moment, an indescribable heartbeat and joy roared in her chest.

Kill the Romans

Destroy Rome

Such thoughts and such hatred clung to Boudica's heart like a deadly poison that seeps into the bone.

Her breathing was rapid, her cheeks were flushed, and her body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Will you stay with me?" she asked, her voice tinged with a vulnerability and longing she herself was unaware of, "Until the day the hatred subsides?"

“Yes, until the moment the hatred subsides,” the boy said cheerfully, as if he had just played a prank.

"You will all exist as avengers against Rome."

Boudica instinctively reached out, wanting to touch the mask on his face, wanting to see what the face looked like beneath it. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the cold mask, she hesitated and withdrew her hand, a barely perceptible blush rising on her cheeks.

He seemed to sense her actions and chuckled softly. The laughter no longer carried the previous wickedness and pleasure, but was crisp and cheerful, like a wind chime ringing in the wind.

"Do you want to see what I look like?" he asked, his tone slightly mocking but without a trace of malice.

Boudica nodded, then hurriedly shook her head, her heart pounding uncontrollably. She could feel her cheeks growing hotter and hotter, and even her breathing became rapid.

This is the kind of feeling that only a young girl experiencing first love would have, but for Boudica, it is both strange and new.

The angel removed his mask.

He looked so young, even somewhat thin. His soft black hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes seemed to hold the deepest night sky and the most crimson embers. He stood barefoot in her chaotic dreamscape, seemingly untouched by the surrounding violence and filth.

As Boudica gazed at him, lost in thought, he released her hand. Boudica felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, and in the heart of this widow, a yearning, ambiguous affection, like a vine, quietly entwined her wounded soul.

She knew she shouldn't do this; it was utterly shameful for a woman whose husband had just died.

How much older am I than this boy? How could I possibly come up with such a shameless idea!

"Keep trying, big sister. Rome wasn't built in a day, so it will take a long time to destroy it."

Just as Boudica was trying to banish this thought, a sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over her as the boy uttered his last words.

The morning light pierced through the cracks in the window and fell on Boudica's face.

She opened her eyes abruptly and found herself in a familiar room. She felt something different about her body...

That wasn't a dream; it was a fact that had already happened. But Boudica's memories were ambiguous.

"What exactly happened...?"

Boudica rubbed her stinging forehead, murmuring softly.

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Just then, the door was pushed open, and Boudica looked up to see her daughter Fura and Tanya.

Before she could even speak, her daughters cried and rushed into their mother's arms.

Although she still had countless doubts and many questions in her mind, Boudica chose to gently comfort her daughters.

"It's alright, Fura, Tanya, Mommy's here..."

"Mother, your sudden departure startled us!" Fura wiped her tear-filled eyes and said pitifully.

"Leaving so suddenly... Can you tell Mom what happened?" Boudica gently stroked her daughter's equally bright red hair and said softly.

"If you really don't want to say, that's fine too."

"It's okay, Mom, let me say it," Tanya said obediently from the side.

On that day, winged people suddenly appeared and slaughtered all the Romans present, saving Boudica and her daughter.

Then, all the Einians saw their queen ascend into the sky, and then, a pair of blood-red wings sprouted!

“Mom, you were yelling really loudly back then,” Fura whispered.

"And it screamed horribly, and then the golden winged person let go of my mother."

"Then Mom, you flew away and didn't come back until a day later, and then you slept for three whole days."

“They also brought a lot of things,” Tanya added.

When Boudica asked what she had brought back, her two daughters hesitated, so Boudica, despite her weakened state, went outside.

Then she saw something brimming with blood and gore placed right in the center of the room.

It was a mound of heads made up of hundreds of Roman soldiers, and because of the weather, it had become infested with maggots.

It looks like a bunch of frosted apples.

Boudica was not a weak little girl, and although she felt a little disgusted by the scene, she didn't feel anything serious.

And looking at these Roman heads, Boudica suddenly felt... very happy.

She lowered her head, a burning sensation in her heart as if something had been ignited, an uncontrollable joy growing alongside the flames.

Just as she began to mutter to herself with her head down, her two daughters took her hands with concern, waking her from her reverie.