Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

"Sure enough."

"Just do what you're supposed to do, and when the time comes, stab that bastard Emperor Nero in the heart, and your mission will be complete."

Boudica said without turning her head, and strode towards the army.

However, Jing Ke didn't care. As long as it was about assassinating the emperor, he didn't care who it was.

Boudica: "You should learn from Lü Bu to obey orders instead of asking so many questions."

"Lu Bu obeys orders?" Jing Ke looked at the burly man wielding a huge weapon.

What kind of new vocabulary is this?

The unwaveringly loyal Lü Bu?

Who was that traitor who served three masters? Was it Guan Yu?

Chapter 57: Martha's Journey to Provence - A Crisis (8K)

"Mash, please."

"Hmm, senior... I'll leave it to you!"

The radiant young girl laid her shield flat on the ground, its shimmering light shining like stars.

The heroic spirit calls.

Mash's shield seems to possess a legend that brings heroes together.

Regardless of the specifics, it is possible to summon heroic spirits by deploying a summoning circle using a shield.

Even if no fate is formed, it doesn't matter, because this shield itself represents the concept of gathering.

""

"You are endowed with the power of star-gazing for seven days..."

"The Wheel of Self-Restraint, Charge, Judgment!"

"Guardian of the Scales!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her right hand and slowly chanted the Chaldea special summoning incantation in front of the summoning circle that Mash had temporarily set up.

A bright blue glow accompanied the hurricane, shimmering and sacred.

"Although I don't quite understand, it seems very powerful... Does that mean I can also possess combat strength comparable to their [Pseudo-Emperor] level?"

Her Majesty Nero seemed quite interested; she had been troubled by a lack of combat strength. However, after the previous playful and relaxing session, her pressure and anger seemed to have eased considerably.

"Yes, only Servants can fight against Servants. Moreover, there are differences even among Heroic Spirit Servants."

"Hmm... But, these people can only become Heroic Spirits after they die, right? Do I have to die to obtain that kind of power...?"

"No, that's not true. The power of Heroic Spirits is sublimated from their deeds and abilities," Fujimaru Ritsuka replied.

Not everyone gains such power by transforming into a Heroic Spirit after death. There are many Heroic Spirits who were already very strong in life, or who had mastered powerful combat techniques comparable to Noble Phantasms in life.

"So, does that mean I will also become a heroic spirit after my death?"

"Ok?"

"Hmm, a great emperor like myself will undoubtedly become one of the top heroic spirits! I have that confidence!" Emperor Nero proudly puffed out his chest and nodded, speaking with self-satisfaction.

Your Majesty's thinking is truly unconventional; you've already considered death... However, historically, her reputation isn't exactly stellar.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the shimmering circular array that glowed with a bluish light.

After a burst of dazzling, bright scenery.

The sword, gleaming with silver light, exuded a rich mystery. Its body was covered with bright blue dragon runes, and the silver armor attached to the body made the already robust physique appear even taller.

"Responding to the summons, please give your orders, Master."

The white-haired man spoke with great sincerity and righteous indignation.

"Hmm! What an extraordinary warrior! State your name!"

Nero looked very happy. It seemed she was satisfied with the Servant she had summoned this time. He was a loyal warrior who could obediently follow orders on the battlefield and possessed great power!

"Excuse me, are you my Master?" Siegfried glanced at Nero and asked.

"Um... I am not, I am the emperor of this country..."

"I'm sorry, I should obey my Master's orders..."

"it's okay!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand dismissively. "Nero's affection for me is the same as my master's. Her orders are my orders... Is that alright?"

"I'm sorry, I was really being rude."

The tall swordsman bowed slightly, and said with deep apology, "My name is Siegfried, and my class is Saber. As you can see, I was born for the battlefield. So please forgive me if I have offended you in any way."

Nero felt somewhat uncomfortable.

I am clearly the emperor! What do you mean by saying that seeing me is the same as seeing Li Xiangqin's order?

Is Ritsuka planning to usurp the throne?

Hmm... there's no need for that. If Ritsuka wishes, I would gladly share in her glory—marrying her as the Empress of Rome.

Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka's delicate face, Nero's cheeks turned red.

However, she quickly shook her head, pulling herself back from her chaotic thoughts, and spoke earnestly to the tall warrior in front of her.

"Hmm, I forgive your rudeness, Siegfried. Then let me state my name! I am Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of Rome. Mighty warrior, show me your prowess! I won't mince words..."

"I need your help to revitalize Rome!"

Nero looked at Siegfried with satisfaction.

"I'm sorry. I don't know if my strength is good enough for His Majesty the Emperor, but as a hero, I will do my best."

""

Nero nodded, then looked away, as if the next question made her, as the emperor, feel rather demeaned.

"Hmm, very impressive, but... Siegfried, are you perhaps the kind of doll who only knows how to apologize?"

Siegfried:

This legendary tyrant seems quite different from the legends!

However, a violent roar soon erupted in front of Nero's army, interrupting everyone's jokes and conversations.

The roars of wild beasts echoed across the foot of the mountain, and the mockery of the rulers made the oppressors' livers tremble.

The dust on the ground rose up, and the neighing of horses and the shouts of soldiers were suppressed by this oppressive sound... This could only mean one thing: the enemy's surprise attack had arrived at this moment.

"Tell the soldiers to retreat and form a defensive line! Leave the front to us; avoid having ordinary soldiers engage the enemy commander [Servant]!"

Nero quickly issued orders, demonstrating both the bravery of a warrior and the decisiveness of an emperor. At this moment, only those of their caliber were qualified to fight!

"Hehehehehehe! O oppressor, burst forth before my love!"

"Oppressed people, follow in my footsteps and rebel! For a tomorrow of hope and freedom!"

"Hehehehehe! My love is like a raging fire igniting the slave owner's granary, my body becoming sustenance for the oppressed!! Hehehehehehehe!"

The sound and roar, though irrationally insane, possessed an irresistible allure and a starlight-like brilliance that was almost blinding.

Its skin was like steel, and its massive body was like a heavy chariot, moving across the battlefield as if it were nothing... What was even more moving was that it did not harm soldiers or warhorses, nor did it attack anyone else, but instead charged straight towards Nero!

"Gulp~~ What a rare and fierce warrior! His posture is just like that of the freedom fighter Spartacus from a hundred years ago!"

Nero couldn't help but boast.

No, people are coming for you, the biggest and most evil oppressor of this era, so what do you mean by praising them?

That huge, berserk warrior, like a mountain of flesh, is about to smash you to death with his club, and you still say that his club is good? The Romans were indeed a bit too romantic, huh?

At that moment, Dr. Roman's intelligence analysis finally arrived: "Ritsuka, Mashu! The analysis for Sheba is out. The opponent is Spartacus, the rebel leader from the 1st century BC... manifesting in the world as a berserker... a very troublesome opponent!"

Fighting such an opponent would easily leave even Fujimaru Ritsuka wounded. Although she can recover quickly, Spartacus is indeed the kind of berserker who possesses rationality and knows what he is doing. It's just that his personality becomes somewhat strange after going berserk, that's all.

"Looks like they're after Yu..."

Nero took a deep breath.

"Leave this to me; Nero will remain in the camp..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka tried to stop Nero, but he refused.

The emperor shook his head, his eyes serious.

"No! Since they're targeting me, I have no reason to back down! As the Roman emperor, I must ruthlessly suppress any rebellion, whether just or not... I must handle this personally."

The concentration of power means the concentration of contradictions.

If an uprising or rebellion occurs anywhere in the country, regardless of whether the emperor's decisions were flawed, the emperor will ultimately be held accountable for everything; this is beyond question.

Nero knew she couldn't be perfect, but her greatest virtue was acknowledging both the beauty and evil of Rome. Divinity and demonic nature were intertwined in her divine nature, so she should bear the burden of Rome and be proud of it.

“Ritsuka-chan. I know you mean well, but I am not a flower in a greenhouse—if I back down here, then my Rome is not worth saving!”

""

There was no sign of backing down in Nero's eyes.

Of course.

Fujimaru Ritsuka might be taking things too seriously. After all, it's inevitable for people to have a sense of superiority about the past, like "I know your past and future." But in reality, human nature is very complex.

Judging people by good and evil is inherently arbitrary.

However, on the other hand, Fujimaru Ritsuka isn't the kind of person who clearly distinguishes between good and evil.

She didn't care much whether Nero was good or evil; she was more concerned about whether Nero would be smashed into a pulp by the berserker.

“Hmm... Your concerns are not unfounded. But I want to understand the warrior’s thoughts, after all, it was the evil policies of Rome that led so many slaves to rebel against Roman rule.”

“I understand. Then I'll go with you, Mr. Siegfried…”

"Yes, please give your orders, Master." Siegfried stood with his sword in hand.

"Can you come and support us?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head and asked.

"Okay." The honest swordsman didn't waste any more words and simply nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Nero didn't insist too much: "Well... in that case, Ritsuka, you should come with me. Mash, you should also come with me to meet this freedom fighter whom even Caesar admires."

"Spartacus, a freedom fighter who rose like a new star in 72 BC, led the famous Spartacus Revolt with many companions against Rome, which was then part of the Republic, and won many victories. However, as the rebel army split, it was eventually attacked from both sides by Pompey and Crassus in the Battle of Apulia, and was defeated and killed."

In other words, Spartacus's so-called generals, in the social context of that time, included Spartacus leading the rebel army in battles against two of the three leaders, and Caesar also appearing in some films and television series.

"Wow, Mashu, you know so much about this."

"I had indeed looked into it before."

Fujimaru Ritsuka remarked, watching the berserker warrior charging and leaping toward them.

This was the first time she had ever seen such an enthusiastic muscle berserker.

The last time a Basaka was all about "love" was Kiyohime... but their love is definitely different.

Nero raised his fiery red longsword, its sharp edge reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands gleamed with starlight, and Mash raised her shield.

Siegfried stood at the front of the army, holding the Dragon-Slaying Demon Sword, ready to unleash his power at any moment.

"That's enough! I am the oppressor you've been looking for!"

Nero stood tall and proud, his gaze fixed intently on this heroic figure from a century ago, showing no sign of yielding.

She was petite, yet she stood before the enormous berserker without showing the slightest fear or hesitation.

"Oppressor, are you?"

A huge, bizarre, beast-like face looked down at them.

"That's right, it's me! I am the Emperor of Rome, an unforgivable oppressor to you. I ask you, are you the rebel who, knowing the power of Rome, still rose up in rebellion?"

"Ooooooh!"

Spartacus sensed it, felt the oppressive and domineering aura emanating from Nero, felt the ugliness of the nobles who had oppressed slaves in the arena in the past. All these sins were borne by Nero, as if he were the embodiment of all evil.