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

“Then, I command you.” Tapping his head, Caesar pointed to the kneeling soldier and said, “Handle the battle appropriately. I don’t want you to lose your lives.”

"...Yes!" The soldier raised his head with a joyful expression. "We will do our utmost!" He then ran out of the tent, mounted his horse, and went to deliver the Emperor's decree to the soldiers ahead.

"That being said," Caesar sighed, stroking the words engraved on his sword. "For the sake of Rome, which you believe in, you will probably not escape death in the end."

"Really... that lord's delusions should stop now." Caesar tapped the table, muttering to himself as if complaining, "Perfect rule, perfect leadership. However, this will only create a group without self-awareness."

-----The Roman Empire under Nero---Frontline

Spartacus and Boudica, the two Servants, were charging into battle, clearing away the surrounding Roman soldiers while shouting to the people behind them.

"Leave the clearing the way to me and Spartacus! You and Nero head straight for the main camp!"

Spartacus, on the other hand, seemed even more excited.

"Hahahaha! This is amazing, it has everything!" Spartacus had some wounds from fighting, but they suddenly healed the next moment. "Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of enemy soldiers turned into the Tyrant's Demon Hand."

Holding his short sword high, Spartacus seemed to enjoy the pain all over his body.

"This is the time to sing a triumphant song! This is not a disadvantage, but an advantage!" Spartacus roared, smashing aside several soldiers blocking his path with his bare hands. "From this day forward, my shouts will be omens of victory!"

However, he ran in the wrong direction and was quickly dragged back by Boudica by one hand.

"No, not over there, it's this way!" she shouted, struggling to toss Spartacus back like a burden. "Ugh! Spartacus, you really are something!"

"Hahahaha! The rebellious queen is on my side!" For some reason, he only noticed Boudica now, and Spartacus's smile grew even brighter, as if he were encouraged. This meant that this was the moment to achieve victory, the moment to crush the strong!

“…Hmm. This is troublesome, Boudica.” Looking at Spartacus, who was shouting like a child, and then at Boudica, who was acting like a mother caring for her child, Nero felt a throbbing headache. “I’m in trouble with you in every way. But Spartacus isn’t wrong! Now is the time to overthrow an emperor! To reclaim Gaul, which has been occupied by a false emperor!”

"Let's go! Mash! Ritsuka, and Nencho!"

"Yes, Your Majesty Nero!" Ritsuka waved her hand. "You two! Please take care of yourselves and then give it your all!"

"Yes!" "Understood!" Mashu and Nianzhuo smiled at each other, then charged into the enemy ranks.

I want to, and I will become better.

However, just as Mashu and Nencho broke into the battlefield, some strange monsters appeared from all directions.

Unlike ordinary soldiers, these enemies, composed only of bones and slime, were clearly targeted at the two of them.

"Tsk, a little disgusting." Nian Zhuo, transformed into the Wizard armor, was engulfed in fiery red magic. With a wave of his hand, the flames were ready to burn the charging monsters to ashes.

Mashu's approach was much simpler and more direct: she used her shield to parry the monsters and then swung the back of her shield to slam them into the ground.

"...Doctor, what was that just now...?" Mash asked the doctor in disbelief as she watched the creature under the shield turn into a cloud of black mist and disappear.

"There's no mistake." The doctor confirmed several times that a biological reaction of hostile magic had indeed appeared on the screen. "That was a monster created by magic. It's probably the work of an enemy Servant or a mage. Or is it Leif Lenore—?"

As the two stared blankly at the spot where the monster had vanished, Nero, who was running in the lead, turned around impatiently.

"What are you daydreaming about! Charge straight into their base!" It turned out that while Nianzhuo and the others were in a daze, more and more enemies surrounded them.

Before they could take more than a few steps, the doctor, seeing the much larger red hostile reaction appear on the screen, anxiously reopened the communication.

"A magical reaction has been detected that is neither human nor Servant. Ritsuka, tell Mash and Nencho that another enemy resembling a puppet has appeared!"

"We see it!" Without needing further explanation, Nianzhuo and Mashu could see with their naked eyes the enormous mound of earth, towering above the surrounding soldiers. Their magic coalesced into an inextinguishable flame, scorching it away.

Again and again, battle after battle, Caesar simply watched the approaching dust and smoke, tenderly touching his beloved sword.

"...They've arrived?" Caesar smiled as he looked at the bright red figure rushing towards him through the smoke.

Finally, Yan Hong and the other two, including Nian Zhuo, arrived in front of the enemy's main camp.

"I'm getting impatient. How long do you want me to wait?" Caesar kicked a pebble at his feet in frustration, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the people in front of him with a bored expression. "However, it seems that this boring wait is worthwhile."

Finally, his gaze lingered on Nero's face, somewhat mesmerized.

"This beauty—" Caesar exclaimed with open arms, as if he had received a precious treasure. "So beautiful! So beautiful! Absolutely too beautiful! This beauty is worthy of being called the world's greatest treasure! It rivals Rome in splendor!" Caesar stretched out his palms towards Nero, a mixture of joy and anticipation in his eyes.

“O you who have inherited our beloved Rome, announce your name.”

“------.” Nero, who had been stared at by him for a long time, looked away from him from the moment he saw him.

"Aren't you going to speak?" Caesar shook his head helplessly, fiddling with the olive-leaf-like ornament on his head. "Even on the battlefield, eloquence is necessary. Or perhaps—" Raising his sword, Caesar pointed it at Nero with displeasure, as if he had been insulted.

"Are you planning to fight me without even giving your name? Is this the attitude of a modern Roman emperor?" Caesar lowered his sword and patiently looked at the girl who had asked him the question. "Come, speak. Who are you? Give me a name worthy of my sword."

"---Nero." This time, the girl looked directly into the man's eyes and uttered her name slowly and deliberately, "I am the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire. My name is Nero Claudius. I am the one who will punish you false emperors!" She also pointed her fiery red greatsword at the man before her.

Gazing at the realization in the girl's eyes, Caesar laughed heartily.

“Very good! You’ve given your names! Otherwise, it would be too boring.” Caesar then looked at the people behind Nero, still unhurried, “Well then, my guests, it’s been a long journey for you from a distant land. Please give your names as well.”

"My name is Fujimaru Ritsuka." The tense atmosphere made Ritsuka unusually serious.

"My name is Mash Kyrielight, and I am the Servant of Master Fujimaru Ritsuka." Mash looked at the lone man with equal seriousness.

"My name is Nian Zhuo, the guardian of humanity." At this moment, Zhuo removed the Wizard's armor, leaving only Zi-O's basic form.

"I've never heard of you guys before..." Caesar scratched his already thinning hair in frustration after realizing he didn't know a single one of you. "As they say, all roads lead to Rome. It seems I was too arrogant after all."

“We have something to ask you, about the Allied Forces and the Holy Grail,” Ritsuka said, initiating the conversation.

"Oh? Well..." Caesar turned his head with interest, looking at the orange-haired girl in front of him, his smile suddenly turning into trouble. "What's your name again..."

"Fuji, Maru, Ritsuka." Ritsuka repeated her name slowly and deliberately, as if afraid that Caesar might forget it.

"Are you a Master?" Caesar's gaze shifted between Mash and Ritsuka, and he nodded in surprise. "I see. So this is a Master's Servant. You two seem completely different from what I knew before. Or is this kind of relationship normal? In any case, you are all my enemies. It's troublesome, but never mind." He didn't intend to answer, or perhaps he simply didn't care. Caesar raised his sword, pointing it at the group before him.

"This is your reward for getting here. Savor the taste of my golden sword—Crocea Mors, the Death of the Yellow."

"Shut up!" For some reason, the mention of gold ignited Nero's anger. His fiery red greatsword blazed with fury as he pointed it at the composed Caesar. "Gold belongs to me! It belongs to Nero, the one who built the Golden Theater!"

"Haha! That's the kind of spirit I want!" Without saying another word, Caesar charged forward, sword raised, laughing wildly. "Demi-Servants! Defend yourselves well! As for the Holy Grail you're searching for, if you can deliver a spectacular battle, I might as well tell you."

"...!" Upon hearing the words "Holy Grail," Mash's face couldn't help but show a look of anticipation.

"Come on—" Caesar wouldn't give them time to react. His clumsy body moved surprisingly swiftly, and he came down on Mash's head without any mercy. On the battlefield, only life and death could end the conflict between the two sides.

"Now that we've come this far, let's burn our bridges!"

"How could I let you succeed!" The next moment, the silver knight appeared in front of his sword, the bright silver blade held level to block Caesar's attack.

Smoke and fire

A genius in rhetoric, a master of intrigue.

On the battlefield, Caesar is locked in a protracted war with Nianzhuo and others.

"I never expected this man's strength to be so formidable..." His hand gripping the Time Gunblade trembled slightly. He hadn't anticipated that Basic Zi-O would be outmatched in strength by the swordsman before him. "And..."

Watching Caesar maneuver between Nero and Mash's attacks and still manage to counterattack with agility, Nian Zhuo felt quite troubled.

“How about…” Nian Zhuo took out the Ghost watch face from his pocket and flipped it over with practiced ease, attaching it to the drive.

A yellow ring enveloped Zi-O's figure, and then Nen-cho in his Ghost Armor form charged forward again.

"Hmph! You've changed your armor and are facing my Yellow Death again? Muda muda!" Although Caesar was disdainful, he was still on high alert. The golden swords in his hands clashed again. This time, Nian Zhuo was not suppressed by him. Seeing the blade gradually shifting towards his neck, Caesar instantly withdrew the blade and then created distance.

"Huff, huff... You guys are pretty strong." Panting heavily, Caesar plunged his sword into the ground, then suddenly stopped fighting as if exhausted, and began to chat with them. "No------."

Caesar touched the olive leaf headdress on his head and complained helplessly.

"Besides, to make someone as famous as me a mere soldier is hardly making the best use of my talents."

"With such immense power, how dare he utter such words..." Only those who had just participated in the battle knew just how strong the complaining man truly was. Their shields were nearly knocked from their grasp by his relentless slashes...

"I must say, he truly lives up to his reputation as a Saber-class Servant." Roman took a sip of coffee with a touch of admiration, his expression turning serious as he looked at the Servant on the screen. "He is indeed a Servant of exceptional strength."

'Is he a monster?' Clutching his chest, panting, Nero, still human, had already reached his limit just trying to see the man's swordplay clearly. "Ugh, he's clearly just a fake emperor..."

“No, you’re wrong, Nero Claudius.” Speaking of the girl’s name, the man strongly objected to the word “false.” “I am also an emperor, though I didn’t have that title during my reign.” Pointing a single finger at the panting girl, Caesar raised his palm as if cradling a flower.

"In response to your beauty and courage, I shall also give my name." With both hands on his sword, Caesar proudly announced his name: "My name is Caesar, in other words..."

“I am Gaius Julius Caesar.”

"What?" Nero was so surprised that he almost couldn't grip his sword properly. He just stared blankly at the man in front of him. "This...this name is...the name of the ruler before the first emperor..." Then he shook his head in disbelief.

"But...the deceased...could it be..."

"You've already seen Caligula, haven't you? In that case, you should understand, right?" Before Nero could finish speaking, Caesar asked as if he already knew what she wanted to say.

"He and I are real." With just one sentence, Nero kept all the questions he wanted to ask to himself.

“…Ugh.” Nero bit her lip in frustration, a rare look of hesitation appearing on her face.

"Relax, smile!" Caesar shouted at Nero as if he hated a flower that was sick. "You are beautiful, really beautiful. This beauty is the treasure of the world! Ah, and that Demi-Servant, you are beautiful too." Looking at Mash on the other side, Caesar also showed an admiring expression, not holding back his words of praise.

"Wow, that's amazing, and she has a beautiful figure too."

However, Nianzhuo walked up to Mashu, blocking Caesar's view.

"Mr. Nianzhuo?" He looked at the man in front of him with some surprise, only to find that he had deactivated the Zi-O armor at some point.

"What an oblivious man..." Caesar complained helplessly, then smiled as if he understood something. "Your courage, strength, and beauty truly impress me. Therefore, I will tell you something."

"The object called the Holy Grail is kept in the capital city of the United Empire." Caesar frowned slightly, feeling that his description was not accurate enough. "To be precise, it is in the hands of a man who serves as a court magician."

“The magician…” Nian Zhuo’s voice was incredibly calm. Even though he already knew that the magician was not Rafe, his hands unconsciously clenched. “Can you tell me his name?”

“No.” Caesar shook his index finger gently, looking regretful. “This is the end of the reward I have given you. There is no reason to reveal it to you any further.”

Then Caesar's gaze returned to Nero's face, and seeing her wavering, he showed a hint of guilt.

"To get back to the point, Nero." Caesar paused, then changed his form of address. "Your Majesty, I do not wish to see you suffer. However, I also have my reasons for fighting. I also desire the Holy Grail. It is said that whoever obtains the Holy Grail can have all their wishes fulfilled—" Gently stroking the golden sword in his hand, Caesar seemed to sink into a reverie.

"I am already dead, yet I am still so greedy, all because I have to fulfill my promise to that person."

"There is no one left who can stop me. When I have taken control of all of Rome and the expedition against Parthia is successful, I will come to welcome you back as my official wife and proclaim to the world that Caesarion is my son."

Yes, it was her. Caesar's eyes seemed to see that long-haired, smiling woman again, and his gaze shifted sharply.

Having already accomplished his great task, he did not die a tragic death from illness or on the battlefield, but rather from a dagger in the theater.

An ordinary dagger, but stabbed by his most trusted minister.

In the end, it all came to an end.

"It's terrible that I couldn't even let my son know that his father was Caesar, whose name resounds throughout the continent..." With this regret, he passed away.

----This concludes the recollection-----