Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

In other words, whoever is a step slower will lose!

"Hahhhh!" Nian Zhuo unleashed his immense magical power, transforming it all into blazing flames, and his sword swung faster and faster.

"Hmm----" Boudica's short sword had somehow transformed into a longsword, with a crystal-blue hilt and a golden pommel inlaid with blue gemstones, and unknown characters engraved on the blade.

In terms of strength and magic, Boudica is at a disadvantage. However, in terms of endurance and agility, Nenju has no advantage.

The final showdown between the two will be decided in this battle!

“Finish Time---!” He placed the watch face on the gun-sword in his hand, and flames burned on the blade more dazzling than ever before. He gripped the hilt with both hands, rested the sword behind his head, and Nianzhuo’s eyes shone brightly.

"Noble Phantasm True Name - Release!" Boudica's body surged with magical light, and the longsword in her hand gleamed with golden light.

At the same moment! Their eyes suddenly lit up, and their gazes met in mid-air.

"Flame Time Slash!!" The blade twisted into a tangible, burning aura, slashing horizontally towards Boudica.

"Sword of Boudica!" Countless small golden orbs of light emanated from the slender blade in Boudica's hand, and then Boudica thrust the blade straight out.

Countless small golden blades also flew towards the incoming flame-like sword energy.

"Sizzle----" The sound of magic being burned away continued to emanate, and Zhuo's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

However, the air was so distorted where the two fought that it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.

However, the fiery sword energy broke through the attack formed by the golden short sword first. Even though it was reduced to only a dozen centimeters in size, it was still an attack that Boudica could not dodge.

What followed was the golden short sword that Nian Zhuo thought had disappeared. The remaining dozen or so golden short swords were still shooting towards Nian Zhuo, whose magic had been completely depleted, at an extremely fast speed.

"Bang—" The golden short sword struck Nian Zhuo's chest armor, exploding in a burst of golden sparks. Nian Zhuo's figure was forced to retreat.

Boudica, meanwhile, watched intently as the fiery blade whistled past her ear, scorching a few strands of her red hair and leaving a dark scorch mark on the shield she held up.

"Huff----" Panting heavily, Nian Zhuo's Wizard armor turned into a bright red light and dissipated, leaving the bright silver knight standing opposite the Queen of Britain as before.

Only the howling wind and the scorch marks on the ground indicated that a battle had indeed taken place.

"Are you satisfied, Your Highness Boudica?" The gun and sword in his hand turned into silver light and disappeared. Zhuo, who had deactivated the Zi-O armor, looked quietly at Boudica, who had a calm expression on her face and seemed to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, the red-clad figure across from them strode over quickly.

"????!" Zhuo suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Calm Confidence

"Um... Princess Boudica?" Seeing the woman approaching with her head down, Nianzhuo couldn't help but take a few steps back. "Wh...what's wrong?"

"You...who taught you your swordsmanship?" Boudica asked, her head still bowed, yet her tone carried a subtle pressure. "Please tell the truth...Mr. Nianzhuo."

"Ah..." The image of that person who only smiled at the very end reappeared in his mind, and Nianzhuo's gaze involuntarily turned to Mashu.

"They... I'm entrusting them to you." These familiar words are a nightmare of the night, haunting Nianzhuo through countless nights.

His gaze melted naturally, and he pounded his left chest, looking at Boudica with a smile.

"He was a very gentle person, a very pure and excellent knight... who taught me." Galahad, Nian Zhuo was able to survive until now thanks to his teachings, and he was the only teacher he respected.

"Hmm..." Boudica sighed helplessly, staring intently into Nianzhuo's eyes. Then, like a kind older sister, she suddenly pulled Nianzhuo's head into her arms. "Well~ I won't ask about these things~ You guys won this battle, okay?"

"Ugh... Ugh!" Such intense pressure! Is this the magnanimity of the Queen of Britannia? At this moment, Nian Zhuo's mind was filled with wild thoughts, but the suffocating sensation in his head forced his brain to stop.

"Mr. Nianzhuo!" Mashu looked anxiously at Nianzhuo, who was buried in Boudica's arms. "Miss Boudica! Please let go of Mr. Nianzhuo! He's suffocating!"

"Hey hey~ Sorry, it was my fault~" For some reason, ever since she noticed that Nian Zhuo's swordsmanship had the influence of Britain, and after learning that the person who taught Nian Zhuo's swordsmanship was a knight, Boudica inexplicably became more enthusiastic.

However, it was only for a short while. Ignoring Nian Zhuo, who was clutching his neck and panting heavily, Boudica also stretched and yawned, slightly out of breath.

"Ugh..." Boudica pouted as she felt the wound on her arm. "Oh dear, I didn't expect Nian Zhuo to be so strong. What a delightful miscalculation." She pointed to Mash, who was patting Nian Zhuo's back.

"And Mash and Ritsuka, you were fighting Spartacus while we were fighting, I saw it all~" He touched the small nick in his wooden shield, which instantly healed completely. "I understand your strength now. Thank you, you must have had a long journey."

"My defense, and Spartacus's attack, are actually quite good abilities." Boudica looked at Spartacus, who had resumed his training, and said, "To fight so well against opponents like us is truly impressive. Especially—" Her finger twirled around before returning to Nianzhuo, who had finally recovered.

"It's you? I remember, your name is Nianzhuo, right? You're a Heroic Spirit who excels at swordsmanship, and I really like you." Watching the longsword in her hand dissipate into magical particles, she continued, "Although I think forcibly changing the direction of that sword aura at the end was abnormal, it's still much better than a madman who only knows victory and violence. However—"

Walking up to Nianzhuo, Boudica looked at his not-so-strong body after the armor was removed and said with some surprise, "Speaking of which, you don't look like someone who exercises regularly, but your attacks are quite powerful..."

"Powerful...?" A phrase from a bespectacled, crazed man in the original world suddenly flashed through Nian Zhuo's mind: "Pretty well-developed, huh..." For some reason, Nian Zhuo shivered again.

“Oh right? The way you wield your sword is as fluid and dynamic as water.” Recalling their previous close-quarters swordsmanship clash, Boudica felt a sense of awe at the younger generation. “It’s practically flawless, with all sorts of tricky angles.”

"If His Majesty Nero's swordsmanship is as fierce as fire, then Nianzhuo, you are as agile as water. I think you can fight with any Heroic Spirit with great synergy, right?"

Indeed, water can combine with fire to create an even hotter vapor, with wood to forge a continuous attack, and with earth to form a flexible yet solid defense. It is a very multifaceted style.

“Thank you very much for your praise, Your Highness Boudica.” Nian Zhuo accepted Boudica’s compliment with a smile.

"Hmm, good answer." Boudica continued to scrutinize Nianzhuo from head to toe. "Hmm, hmm! Hmm... hmm hmm!" The more Boudica looked, the more satisfied she became; her gaze practically made a staring sound.

"Mmm--{staring----}" Okay, she actually sent it.

"W-what happened?" Nian Zhuo took a few steps back in fear. The oppressive and suffocating feeling from the sudden "attack" was still etched into his memory. It was engraved in his DNA.

"Looking closer, oh, so that's how it is." Boudica's gaze shifted between Mashu, or more precisely, Mashu's shield and Nianzhuo, and she became even more delighted as if she understood something. "So that's how it is! If that's the case, why didn't you say so sooner?" She nudged Nianzhuo's side with her elbow as she spoke.

"Huh?" Mashu looked completely confused, while Nianzhuo sighed bitterly.

"You figured it out..." Nianzhuo scratched his head and looked away with some guilt.

"It's alright, it's alright, it seems the situation is quite complicated." Boudica smiled as she changed the subject for Nian Zhuo, glancing at Ritsuka and Mashu beside her, affectionately rubbing their cheeks. "Over here too... ah, and looking at it this closely, both children are quite pretty~"

"Huh?" Ritsuka's head was filled with question marks, as was Mashu's.

"Come here~ Come on." Stepping back a few steps and opening her arms, Boudica's maternal glow seemed to overflow. Especially when Ritsuka and Mashu finally nestled into her embrace, Boudica affectionately stroked their heads, her eyes not like those of a queen saying, "So good, so good."

"To me, you're like a little sister~" Even Mashu and Ritsuka felt immense pressure, but Boudica just smiled happily, "No, I should say you two. So sweet, so sweet~ It's amazing that you two could come here from such a distant era. And you're all so strong, so sweet, so sweet~"

"Jane... she's just like..." Ritsuka struggled to speak as she nestled in Boudica's arms, "like the... older sister next door."

"Um...that..." Mashu felt the same suffocating sensation as Nencho, "My chest...I can't breathe!"

"Hmm~ Good girls, good girls~!" At this moment, Boudica seemed to have let down her guard completely, caring for the two girls in front of her like an older sister. "Really, you said you were His Majesty Nero's companions, which made me a little wary. I'm so sorry~"

Of course, I think if we don't let go now, there's really no way to save humanity...

"But I'm in a really good mood right now!" Boudica's face was filled with joy. "Alright~ tonight, let me show off my skills and cook some good dishes! As for me, well, what was it again?" She was so excited that she almost forgot what she was going to say earlier. After thinking for a moment, Boudica continued happily, "I'm especially good at Britannian cuisine. Would you do me the honor of joining me?"

"Thank you... thank you, um---" Mashu and Ritsuka finally escaped from the gentle embrace. Mashu tidied her slightly messy hair and looked at the two people beside her. "Mr. Nianzhuo and Senpai... are you hungry?"

"Hmm..." The long march and the battle with Boudica had really taken a toll on Nianzhuo, whose true form was that of a shut-in. Touching his stomach, Nianzhuo nodded. "I really need to eat..."

"I! I'm starving! My stomach is about to burst!" Ritsuka looked like she was about to die of hunger. She tried to raise her hand, but it fell limply halfway down, and she collapsed to the ground.

“I think so…” Mashu touched her stomach, feeling a bit hungry herself. “Actually, I feel the same way.”

"Mmm!" Hearing a satisfactory answer, Boudica rolled up her sleeves. "Eat more, eat well, and sleep soundly. That's the best source of energy! By the way~" Suddenly, Boudica's face darkened, and she moved closer to the three of them.

Even if you don't want to, I'll force the food into your stomachs~ after you finish eating---

"Anyway, it's definitely going to be a bath, right?! I'll scrub Ritsuka and Mashu's backs~ Mmm." Boudica smiled brightly as she pushed the three of them towards the tent.

"I... well," Nian Zhuo said to himself, already feeling a bit hungry, as Boudica pushed him toward the tent.

"Although I'm very unwilling, Rome's baths are the best in the world~ His Majesty Nero is still somewhat useful~ It's very comfortable, you know? Even Spartacus becomes very well-behaved when he gets into hot water."

"Berserkers become docile after taking a hot bath... This is a new discovery! Mashu...!" The doctor excitedly jotted down this information in his notebook as if he had discovered a new continent.

"No, no, no..." Unfortunately, Mashu's strength was still insufficient, and she could only be pushed along by Boudica.

Everyone laughed and entered the camp.

In another part of Rome, where the sun should be hanging in the sky, there is only a silvery moon.

The crimson, bat-like monster gently raised a finger, and a blood-red bat landed on its hand.

"Oh, I see, I see. Now that our king has arrived, we must offer a grand gift." The figure transformed into countless bats and scattered, the blood-red monster vanishing from the towering castle rooftop...

Let us bury our passion

After spending a few days together, Nianzhuo and his group had gradually become familiar with Boudika and her friends. Not only that, everyone also developed a good impression of this obviously overly enthusiastic older sister. Her meticulous care, like that of a younger brother or sister, calmed Nianzhuo and his group's slight anxiety about the upcoming battle.

A few days later, the war resumed.

At this moment, the two armies were facing each other. A coalition soldier rushed into the blue tent and knelt before the "Emperor."

"Your Majesty!" A messenger rushed in, not even having time to wipe his sweat, and anxiously reported the current situation at the front to the "Emperor" seated on his throne. "A messenger has arrived from the front—reporting that the enemy's offensive has intensified! Nero, who has proclaimed himself emperor, is leading a small force that is advancing towards this place at an astonishing speed! I'm afraid that the {special} enemy general you mentioned, Your Majesty, is among that force!" The soldier emphasized the word "special" and looked at the "majestic" figure seated on the throne.

With an enormous physique, enormous hands, and a headdress adorned with a ring of olive leaves, the man held a cross-shaped sword in his hand.

"Is that so?" The man listened to the soldier's report while chewing on fruit, his face showing some displeasure. The emperor, named Caesar, simply stared at the soldiers below in silence.

"Yes." The soldier remained kneeling on one knee, awaiting the emperor's instructions.

"Hmm." It was just a simple interjection; the man seemed completely unconcerned, yawned, and continued eating the fruit in his hand.

"Yes, Your Majesty! Please give us your instructions!" This time, the soldier lowered his head even further, hoping that the emperor he served would provide a solution to stop the attack.

"It's alright, let them be." He waved his hand, this time even putting his sword aside. The soldier, who respectfully called him emperor, ate fruit as if nothing had happened, as if the real enemy was not the soldiers fighting outside, but the small piece of fruit in front of him.

"Yes..." The soldier looked up, puzzled, but it was the emperor's order and he couldn't disobey it. So, despite his slight confusion, the soldier left the tent.

Only after the soldier's figure had completely disappeared did the enormous figure sitting on the throne move slightly.

"Sigh, what a hassle." After swallowing the apple in his hand, the man finally picked up his sword and placed it on his lap, stroking it gently. "Only a Servant can deal with a Servant. Sigh, what a hassle."

"The gods are so fickle; it's no laughing matter." The massive figure rose, brushing off nonexistent dust from his red robe. "Sigh. Truly inexplicable—"

"Although my class is swordsman, I never expected that I would have to fight with a sword myself..." The man sighed as he picked up a grape and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Could it be...?" The guard beside him was clearly excited. "Is His Majesty Caesar, the Emperor, going to personally lead the army?"

"Idiot!" For some reason, the man suddenly cursed angrily at the guard.

"Yes!" Although he didn't know why he was being scolded, the soldier still knelt on one knee before the emperor, begging for punishment.

"It's not me leading the army, but rather bringing the enemy to me." Adjusting his headdress, the man known as Emperor Caesar explained casually to his guards. "I won't move an inch, you know? And you too, don't provoke them. Pass on the orders."

After circling around, the emperor finally leaned his sword against his throne again, picked up some new fruit and continued eating. But what was he thinking in his slightly narrowed emerald eyes... only he himself knew.

"But...but...!" Upon hearing the order not to provoke them, the messenger looked at the emperor in confusion and asked, "We are the true and legitimate soldiers of the united Roman Empire! If conquering Gaul is God's will, then we must not retreat!"

"Are you stupid?" Caesar picked up a fruit pit and smashed it on the messenger's helmet, making a clinking sound. He rubbed his forehead helplessly. "Are you in such a hurry to die? Humans can't beat Servants. You're just going to your deaths."

“But…but…” The soldier clearly wanted to argue something, but Caesar’s expression was growing increasingly serious.