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

When Caesar opened his eyes again, his gaze hardened.

"...Let's get back to the point." Raising his golden sword at the crowd before him, Caesar, now fully recovered, spoke with an even colder tone, "This time I'm serious!"

"Wait!" Nian Zhuo stepped in front of everyone to stop Caesar from attacking.

"Let's have a fair and exhilarating one-on-one battle."

'Huh? ? ? ?' Everyone present was filled with questions.

Meet her in your dreams, Caesar.

"Huh?" Caesar looked incredulous. "You actually gave up your numerical advantage to fight me one-on-one? You need to understand that even if we were evenly matched just now, I was holding back a bit."

"Same to you." Nian Zhuo shrugged, looking nonchalant. "I also held back a bit. Don't worry, this will be an evenly matched contest."

“Mr. Nianzhuo! Now we should—” Mashu opened her mouth to stop him, but was interrupted by Nianzhuo before she could finish speaking.

"Trust me, Mashu, all you need to do now is trust me." "But—!"

"Alright, Mashu." It was Ritsuka who stopped Mashu from rushing forward. "Mr. Nencho, you're sure to win, right?" Her back was to Nencho, so he couldn't see the expression on her face.

"Hmph. Who do you think I am, Ritsuka!" Taking out the driver, Nencho attached the Zio watch face along with the Gaim watch face to the driver.

"Rider Time! Kamen Rider Zi-O!! Armor Time! Soiya! Gaim~!"

An orange-yellow ring enveloped Nian Zhuo's figure, and then the orange-clad warrior reappeared on the land.

"Leave it to me, Your Majesty." Giving Nero a thumbs-up behind him, Nianzhuo charged towards Caesar first.

"I already told you! This is no joke!" Waving his golden sword, Caesar charged towards Nianzhuo with even greater speed than before.

"Clang—" The golden sword collided with the two large orange pills that appeared in Nian Zhuo's hand, and the force remained locked in a stalemate.

"Hmm? Not only agility, but also strength has improved slightly?" A bead of cold sweat dripped from Caesar's forehead, and he realized that things were getting a bit tricky.

With the twin swords withdrawn, Nian Zhuo landed and immediately slashed at Caesar again.

"How could I let you succeed!" Caesar twisted nimbly, drawing a semi-circle with the Yellow Death in his hand, increasing his speed slightly, and the two large orange balls once again struck the slender sword.

Unable to resist, Nian Zhuo and Caesar locked eyes, their gazes igniting with a fiery passion.

They kept clashing, clashing, and clashing again.

The increasingly frequent clanging of swords stirred up a whirlwind between the two sides.

No, the two large orange-shaped swords kept changing angles, cutting through the air, clashing with the longsword on the other side that was also cutting through the air.

No, the air was thick with the increasingly heavy breathing of the two men, and the swordplay between them was becoming faster and faster.

No, they hadn't reached their peak yet. Their breaths even turned into heat, and the next moment they were separated by the intertwined sword shadows.

"Hiss----" After stabilizing their breathing, Caesar and Nianzhuo looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

"This guy's sword speed is actually on par with mine in my Armored form..." Nian Zhuo adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing and took the lead in retreating, ending this contest of endurance, speed, and strength.

Both of them were panting heavily, but they both gripped their swords tightly.

"It's almost over." Both of them had this feeling.

Yes, such a high-intensity sword fight between two people would be extremely physically demanding.

"I never expected to find myself in such a difficult predicament facing just one person..." Stroking the blade of his golden sword, Caesar looked uncertainly at the warrior standing opposite him. "As expected of a warrior from a foreign land... It seems I'll have to go all out in this battle..."

Caesar aimed his sword at Nencho in his armored form, and a surge of magical light emanated from his body.

"Oh no!" Seeing the rapidly rising mana values ​​on the screen, the doctor frantically activated the communicator. "Mash! Or Ritsuka, either way! Tell Nencho quickly! The enemy Servant is preparing to unleash their Noble Phantasm!"

"Huh?" Mashu's eyes widened suddenly, then she shouted at Nianzhuo, who was standing still, "Mr. Nianzhuo! The enemy is about to unleash the true name of his Noble Phantasm! Get out of the way!"

"I can't dodge it, Mashu." He muttered helplessly to himself. He knew that the first hit of Caesar's Noble Phantasm was guaranteed to hit, so there was no need to dodge.

He flipped the driver at his waist and gripped the two large orange maces tightly in his hands, assuming a slashing stance with one above the other.

"Finish Time!" "I'm here!"

"Kaimu!" ​​"I saw him!"

"Secret Technique: Mikan Slash!" "Then it's my turn to conquer!"

"Drink! Drink!" Nian Zhuo swung the large orange pill in his hand at Caesar who was charging towards him.

However, it was still a step too late.

"Clang!" A heavy blow struck Nian Zhuo's shoulder armor.

"Crocea Mors" was chanted, revealing the true name of the Noble Phantasm, and Caesar's hand moved involuntarily.

In an instant, countless sword lights filled Nianzhuo's eyes.

"Damn it!" Recalling the mechanism of Caesar's Noble Phantasm, Nian Zhuo thought to himself that something was wrong, and the Great Orange Pill in his hand was the first to slash at Caesar.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Several, no, dozens of sword lights instantly interrupted Nian Zhuo's attempt to attack. Caesar was completely absorbed in the strikes.

Golden Sword. Upon unlocking its true name, the first hit, immediately following an automatic hit, will trigger a luck stat check "until the check fails," allowing for additional attacks based on the number of consecutive successful checks. Super Continuous Attack.

"Ugh!! Uh!" He could only swing his two large orange pills quickly, but how could Nianzhuo's normal attacks possibly stop Caesar's Noble Phantasm?

The attacks kept striking him, exceeding the reaction of the mind's turbidity, and bursting into sparks.

Hold on! The slash struck Nianzhuo's shoulder, causing him to let out a heavy groan.

Hold on! The slash struck Nian Zhuo's side, causing him to tremble slightly.

Hold on! The slash suddenly pierced Nian Zhuo's abdomen, making his mouth taste sweet.

You must endure! Survive this relentless barrage of blows!

"Ugh! Ah!" Ignoring the pain from the cut on his hand, Nianzhuo flipped the driver at his waist again.

They've got it! That one and only chance to fight back!

"Finish Time--!" "Gaim!"

"Aaaaaaah!" "Squash! Time! Break!"

With a roar, the orange pill in Nianzhuo's hand once again emitted an orange light.

"Cut it into small pieces!!" *Clang---*

As luck would have it, at that moment, Caesar's Yellow Death suddenly missed its mark and struck the ground. This time, Nian Zhuo's luck prevailed.

"!" Before he could react, Caesar's body was still in a stiff state.

Two consecutive kills, not four consecutive kills.

Liang brandished the large orange pills at Caesar, creating an image of an orange being sliced ​​open.

"ended."

Yes, it's time to end this.

Liu Cheng recovered completely in the next moment, but Caesar knew that he had been seriously injured.

He planted the sword on the ground, and all was silent again.

Fate is a wonderful thing.

"Ugh..." The golden sword in his hand fell limply, and his massive left fist slowly turned to dust. Even with a fatal wound, Caesar refused to fall. "I never thought I'd lose to an opponent I once suppressed... Is this... the curse of my fate..."

"You've worked hard, Caesar." Retracting the driver, Nianzhuo no longer worried that Caesar, who was on the verge of death, would retaliate.

---Because his imperial dignity did not allow him to do so.

"Hmm... Hmm... Did it work...?" Nero, still uneasy, looked at the two who had stopped in the arena, leaning on his bright red greatsword.

"Ah, we can also see his reaction weakening over here." Roman seemed to be still recovering from the golden sword flashes just now. "However, Nian Zhuo won this battle. You succeeded. Congratulations."

"Your sword is indeed very powerful, but luck, or perhaps fate, allowed me to defeat you." Turning around, Nianzhuo couldn't help but re-examine the emperor before him. "You are truly strong, and your golden sword is indeed beautiful..."

"Hmm, hmm." Caesar nodded with some effort. "Losing to a skilled warrior isn't so bad. Besides, it was unrealistic for me to be a soldier anyway. Honestly, that lord's strange behavior is really a headache." Caesar shook his head helplessly, pinching the olive leaf headdress that had turned golden.

“That sir…?” Nero was somewhat bothered by the words the man in front of him had mentioned repeatedly.

“That’s right, the true emperor of our time.” Caesar looked up at Nero, who wore a puzzled expression, and smiled confidently. “That lord should be awaiting your visit in the capital of the United Empire.”

"Although I can't be strictly called an emperor, even the deceased emperors of the past couldn't defy that great man. What kind of expression will you show when you hear his name and see his figure? I'm looking forward to it."

Seeing Nero's brow furrow slightly at his words, Caesar quickly offered an explanation.

"I'm not being sarcastic. You're beautiful, no matter what expression you wear, you're always the same—"

Before he could finish speaking, Caesar's figure, due to his injuries, transformed into golden particles and returned to Valhalla.

“Gone…” Nero walked to the spot where Caesar had just been, touching it in disbelief. He was even more astonished after confirming there was no trace of him. “Was this… caused by some kind of magic… or…”

“It’s the death of a Servant, Your Majesty Nero.” Ritsuka, who had witnessed this situation before, stepped forward to explain. “They simply vanished from this world.”

"Wh...what...?" Nero looked completely bewildered, utterly unable to comprehend what was being said.

“Yes, just as you said, that Servant lost his life.” Seeing Nero’s puzzled look, Mash stepped forward to explain. “Servants are destroyed by facing death. The temporary physical body disappears, but the experience is transferred back to the Throne of Heroes.”

“I don’t quite understand,” Nero said, rubbing his hair in frustration. He was still finding it hard to accept this strange phenomenon. “But… in other words, what that guy… no, what that gentleman said…” The change in address indicated that Nero was beginning to believe Caesar’s words.

"It's mostly true." After confirming that Caesar's spirit origin reaction had been completely eliminated, Roman felt relieved and reopened the communication. "He is a Servant, a kind of being that is sublimated from a human after death."

"...Is that so?" Upon receiving this answer, Nero did not feel as relieved as expected. Instead, she turned her head away with a hint of sadness. "It was I who made you, made Nianzhuo, kill the renowned Caesar with your own hands..."

“Miss Nero---” Mash wanted to comfort her, but didn’t know where to begin, because it was the truth.

Nero, the fifth emperor of Rome, indeed wielded the sword of death against Julius Caesar, the great ruler who laid the foundation for the Roman Empire.

"No, it's alright. Hmm!" After only a short while, Nero regained his usual smile. "You all, Nianzhuo has successfully overthrown an emperor, worthy of praise! In this way, Gaul is truly back in my hands! I have avenged myself against the powerful United Empire! Just as I predicted, just as my people wished! Rome, blessed by the ancestral gods and all the gods, is gradually recovering! I will take Rome back into my hands! Before that—before that, I... must not stop."

Seeing Nero's inspiring determination, Nianzhuo nodded in satisfaction.

--------On the other side, inside the vast hall-------

"...Did Caesar lose?" An unknown, unseen male voice rang out, his words filled with a myriad of sighs and helplessness.

“Hmm, it seems so,” came the reply from Rafe Lenore, whom Nian Zhuo had never expected.

"He said he had a wish he wanted to fulfill through the Holy Grail, which is why I sent him into battle." He glanced at him dismissively, seemingly unfazed by Caesar's passing. "There's no major problem. We can summon as many new Servants as we need. If there's a problem—" Lev's gaze drifted to the side, to the purple-haired man, Caligula, who was still struggling despite being bound by thick wooden vines.