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

What happened to me? Boudica was somewhat panicked. She couldn't understand the changes in herself, nor did she know what the boy in her dream had done to her.

“Before you went to sleep, you asked us to summon the leaders of various kingdoms and tribes, and now they have arrived,” Tanya said softly.

"Mother, are you going to see them?"

Just as Boudica was about to agree, a feeling that had been growing in her dreams suddenly spread through her heart.

Ignoring her daughters' questions, she rushed out of the room, passing by her people who looked at her with awe, and continued on her way.

She had no definite direction, but her intuition guided her. Stepping on the dew-dampened grass, she walked towards the gradually rising hillside, her pace quickening until she didn't even realize she had taken flight.

She flew over hills, over lakes, through the astonished voices of many of her people, and finally even flew out of Aisini.

Then, she found him on a huge rock.

The boy sat reclining, his legs hanging casually, a long white coat draped loosely over his shoulders, the golden swirling patterns shimmering in the sunlight, and the mask that had covered his face was gone.

The boy, bathed in the morning light, was even more handsome than in my dreams, like an extinct forest spirit, perhaps even more beautiful.

Boudica stood there, stunned, a hint of amazement flashing in her emerald eyes. She subconsciously slowed her pace and even softened her breathing.

The boy turned around, gave Boudica a faint smile, and then—

"You finally got here, you bastard! Are you a pig? How come you slept for three days straight?!"

The smile remained, but the words that came out were cold and abrupt, piercing the already somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

Boudica paused for a moment, thankfully the atmosphere had been broken, otherwise who knows where she would have gone.

A chance encounter with a surviving Mary Sue?

Boudica coughed slightly, her cheeks flushing slightly, before revealing a gentle smile that exuded the understanding and unique warmth of an older sister. She walked forward slowly, her steps unhurried, her skirt swaying gently with her movements.

"Thank you so much. Although I don't know your name, but..."

"My name is Tsurugi. As for the rest, come with me, and you will understand in the process."

Tsuruga interrupted Boudica, took her hand, ignored Boudica's flushed face, and flew into the sky in an instant.

They quickly flew over a caravan of Roman soldiers escorting supplies towards Wales, undoubtedly heading to support the expedition.

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In this group, besides the Roman soldiers, there were also many native Britons who had been captured and enslaved.

The men, hunched over, laboriously carried heavy loads of grain, while the women were captured and subjected to wanton defilement and amusement by the Roman soldiers.

Amidst the raucous laughter and pitiful sobs, this appalling scene came into view.

"I think you should—oh, I don't need to come."

Tsurugi smiled with interest, while beside him, Boudica's eyes had turned blood red, and her scarlet wings and claws had burst forth, ready to pounce and kill in the next moment!

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Crimson blood and death are spreading in Boudica's heart.

Did they see these rampaging Romans? Did they see the anger of the Britons on their own land being humiliated and enslaved by the Romans?

Of course there are reasons, but they are by no means the only ones. If one had to pinpoint the exact reason that has driven Boudica to anger, madness, and murderous intent at this moment, there is only one thing—

Hatred of 'Rome'

This irrational concept and hatred seemed to be deeply rooted in Boudica's soul and heart. Whenever she saw anything related to Rome, this hatred and madness would explode in her heart!

At the same time, it brought her this crimson, blood-like power!

"Slaughter Rome!!!"

Boudica shrieked; her appearance had changed drastically.

Blood-red wings burst forth from behind her shoulders, and her originally fair skin began to turn an unnatural deep red, as if her skin had been torn open.

Immediately afterwards, sharp keratin covered part of her face, forming something like a mask, while the sharp parts covered her limbs, growing out sharp claws like blades!

Without needing Tsurugi's orders, she immediately swooped down.

The Roman soldiers, still indulging in pleasure, were completely unaware of the impending crisis and continued their revelry and rampage.

It began when the first head was torn off their necks—

The massacre began

The Roman soldiers screamed at the enemy attack, gripping their spears and watching the falling blood-red monster with utter terror. They thrust their spears and fired their arrows, but could not pierce the seemingly thin membrane.

On the contrary, neither their shields nor their armor could withstand the easy swing of those sharp claws.

"Slaughter all of Rome!!!"

Boudica shrieked with illogical, curse-like words, her sharp screams instantly destroying the eardrums of those nearby. Before they could even cover their ears and howl in pain, a brutal massacre descended upon them.

The head was ripped off, the body was cut in half, the waist was severed to expose the intestines, and the limbs were torn off in mid-air.

The brutal massacre continued relentlessly, and as the massacre unfolded, Boudica grew increasingly energetic, powerful, and enormous.

The blood, lives, and souls of the fallen Roman soldiers nourished Boudica's body, transforming into invisible ether and curses that amplified her power.

With just a few hundred Roman soldiers, Boudica's body had grown to a height of several meters, transforming him into a blood-red demon roaring over countless corpses!

"This is exactly what I wanted to see!" Tsugumi clapped her hands in the air, laughing wildly as she looked at Boudica standing atop the corpse.

"Go to hell with all that bullshit Roman love! Avengers should act like Avengers!"

Roman Death Anniversary: ​​EX

'A special Spirit Origin skill imbued with true nature, causing the wielder to enter a berserk state in the face of anything related to 'Rome.' The closer one gets to the concept of 'Rome,' the more frenzied they become, granting them an extreme special attack against Rome. Slaying anything related to Rome will grant their attributes unlimited growth!'

This is the spirit foundation that Tsurugi created for Boudica.

Although Boudica was a living person in front of Tsugumi, she already possessed her own Spirit Origin on the Throne of Heroes. What Tsugumi did was to corrupt Boudica's Spirit Origin through her own power.

There is no such thing as a 'true form' in the Throne of Heroes; every Boudica on the entire timeline is a true form.

He granted Boudica an innate skill that she wouldn't normally have, or rather, gave her an Avengers adaptability that she didn't already possess.

Okay, putting aside all these incredibly complicated topics, all Tsugumi did was give Boudica the power, the right, and the heart to seek revenge.

He made Boudica a weapon in the attack on Rome, and all he did was because he was happy or unhappy!

"I just can't stand it..."

Looking down at the scattered Roman corpses, Tsugumi narrowed her eyes and said softly.

The scenes he witnessed along the way greatly disappointed him, who had initially been interested in the magical and realistic ancient history of Type-Moon, and consequently he developed a deep aversion to the 'civilization' here.

Or rather, he despised civilizations like Rome, which had broken away from the Age of Gods and were established by humankind itself—because they were not much different from existing civilizations.

This disgust stems largely from witnessing the depravity of humanity itself, while another part—Tsugumi—feels that perhaps something is influencing her other half.

The shadow of the thrush, illuminated by the sun, covered a large expanse of grassland, and above its fluttering wings, it seemed as if some unseen thoughts were swirling.

Whether the saint Thurman here is truly good or not is unclear even to himself. It is even quite possible that he and the Thurman in Rome did not distinguish between good and evil.

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But this incomplete other half gives rise to the possibility that something can influence Tsurugi.

Of course, the fact that Tsugumi could perceive the mere influence shows that this thing has no power to forcibly control or change him.

He himself did not refuse and chose to accept this influence.

Because he himself had the same idea, he wanted to see how Tsugumi, with her two different ideas, would lead everything in this direction.

What he did was perhaps simply a choice to demonstrate the brainstorming in a more tangible way.

While I was lost in thought, Boudica below had returned to normal.

Once there are no more 'Roman' elements in the surrounding area, the inherent skill effect of 'Roman Anniversary' immediately disappears from Boudica's body.

She stood bewildered and in pain atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This time, she was conscious, so she remembered clearly what had happened.

"Why did I become—" Boudica murmured in a hoarse voice.

Both mentally and physically, this is not in line with Boudica's change of self-perception.

Physically—although horrified, she was not incapable of understanding or accepting the reality of becoming a monster to gain power.

But what she couldn't understand and even horrified was the change in her own mindset; the torture and killing of these Romans gave her a genuine sense of pleasure.

Yes, she hated the Romans! But her hatred was far from being so intense that it allowed her to find pleasure in the very act of slaughter.

"Because I have infused your soul with hatred for Rome."

Tsugumi's voice rang out from above. Queen Boudica, bewildered and helpless, stared blankly at Tsugumi, who then uttered cruel words with a smile.

"Do you remember the deal you made with me? You offered not only yourself, but everything of Iseni—and all I did was pour out all my hatred for your country, for your homeland ravaged by the Romans!"

"This hatred no longer comes only from yourself, but also from this land, this country, and these people—congratulations, Boudica, you have truly become a king who holds the country in his heart!"

Boudica's mouth opened slightly, her face, stained with blood yet making her even more beautiful, was filled with bewilderment.

"Why me? Why me—"

“Because you are the queen,” Tsugumi said matter-of-factly.

As the ruler of the people, isn't it only natural for him to bear the hatred of the people and seek revenge? Moreover...

"Also, because I can't stand your despicable state in the lower reaches of history."

Tsuruga tenderly stroked Boudica's blood-stained face, which only made it more beautiful, and then, in her dazed state, showed her the horrific sight.

She was actually protecting the Roman emperor, Nero, the very source of her hatred and suffering!

Then, she actually had the audacity to say something like "for love," which was utterly nonsensical.

Enero?

me?

In an instant, the overwhelming amount of information shattered Boudica's thoughts. After several minutes of mental blanking, she let out a near-mad scream.

Caw! That's not me, that's not me!!!

"Hahahaha, do you think you're so pathetic?" Tsugumi grinned, looking at Boudica's pale face.

"That's why I fucking hate these dumpling-making stories the most! The idea that you become more detached after dying and having a lot of time to live is just brainwashing!"