The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 403 The Golden Toilet

Whoosh whoosh—

Multiple sonic booms echoed through the air as the figure accelerated and broke the sound barrier, its extreme speed turning it into a blurry streak of a shooting star.

Even the swift winds that are used to soaring high in the sky seem slow and laughable in front of it, only able to be blown away in place, transforming into a large number of circular Mach rings without any power to resist.

"Tsk, how did things get to this point..."

Emiya reluctantly settled down on the soft cushion, while Merlina was already in a half-dragon form.

Her limbs grew long and slender, with scales and spiky outer skin proliferating from her surface, shining brightly and crystalline in the warm yellow sunlight along with her long, winged tail...

Only the area where Emiya sat remained soft and supple, making it hard not to believe that Meliuchina had done it on purpose.

"Hum-"

Meliuchina seemed to sense something, and turned her head slightly towards Emiya, her smile widening, "Since the final choice of spouse is determined through competition... then it should be the strongest of me."

Her tone sounded barely contained excitement, with a slight tremor in her voice. This was quite rare outside of bed.

The highly probable final free-for-all event orchestrated by Amor and BB gave the usually bored and laid-back female dragon a thrilling battle, and the "final prize, Emiya" further excited her and fueled her ambition.

These two things that made her incredibly happy overlapped... that's double the happiness!

"Optimism is a good thing, but don't rush to pop the champagne at halftime, they're coming after us!"

Emiya pressed the restless dragon's head back into place, and a noticeable, intense vibration of air came from behind him.

Rumble!
Suddenly, a fierce wind and rolling dark clouds swept across the horizon, and blinding lightning exploded between the clouds, tearing through the sky and drawing dense, rain-like streaks of bright white light. Nuwa manipulated the clouds and drove the wind, commanding the divine lightning in the sky to strike this way!

The little dragon seemed visibly surprised; she hadn't expected them to launch an attack while she was carrying Emiya.

However, the lightning did not strike the two people. Instead, the powerful force of the lightning struck empty air, as if it were a deliberate obstruction.

Even so, she also judged that she must not be careless.

Suddenly, Melyuchina's membrane wings came to an abrupt stop, changing direction with incredible agility, as the omnipresent airflow lifted her to turn freely in the air.

The bright white bolts of lightning all struck nothing, not even grazing the hem of Meiliuqina's clothes, and the little dragon's winding flight path never once collided with the dense, scattered lightning.

However, for those who pursued him, this move was exactly what they wanted.

Just as Meiliuqina lowered her head and body, reducing her altitude as she flew over a large sea of ​​clouds and a minefield, several decapitation blades suddenly flew down from below!

"?" Mei Liuqina blinked. She easily dodged the attack but failed to see any enemy in the direction of the attack.

"Idiot, it's an illusion!" Emiya couldn't help but remind him when he saw that the guy was a beat slow to react.

The little dragon's solo escape tactic is fine, but she seems to be only guarding against the powerful Nuwa and the lightning-summoning Minamoto no Yorimitsu, while ignoring the other weaker Heroic Spirits.

Even if you are strong enough, underestimating the cooperation between heroic spirits will inevitably lead to great losses.

"Ah...it's that...Plerati!"

During her high-speed flight, Melyuchina finally remembered the name of the dark magician.

Generally speaking, she wasn't very good at remembering the names of humans, especially those who were obviously weak. She knew about Plerati's information because Emiya and the others needed to disguise their identities in this era, and thus needed to use a layer of illusion magic to disguise themselves, and had to borrow Plerati's outstanding magical talent.

It turns out that the smirking, malicious magician has also taken sides and joined the competition!
At the same time, she suddenly realized that these descending white lightning bolts were not meant to attack her, but to block and mislead her and Emiya's "elopement route"!
They will carry out their attack with meticulous preparation along this seemingly safe route—

Just as a few thoughts flashed through Mei Liuqina's mind, the clanging of chains sounded beside her again!

Here it comes again! Sensing the direction of the attack in the airflow, she easily dodged it by flapping her membrane wings, while wondering why a dark chain had suddenly appeared in the sky so high up.

Was it through a spatial teleportation technique? Or did they use illusion magic to conceal their auras and physical existence—but if so, how did they manage to hover precisely in the positions where they were forced to react?

Meiliuqina devised the plan to escape because she was certain that the ability to fly, especially at high speeds, was something that, apart from the immortal Nuwa, probably no one else could match.

Whoosh!
Thick, blazing flames suddenly appeared ahead, shooting upwards to form a thick wall of fire. The crimson flames, tinged with a bluish-gray, licked the thin air.

Is that the flame of Jeanne Alter?

Wait, the colors don't match up. Is it... Kiyohime?
Confused, Meliuchina turned around again. She could have ignored the flames and passed right through, but she was carrying Emiya.

This is her "treasure," a treasure that cannot be harmed.

Even though Emiya was not afraid of these fancy attacks, Melyuchina and everyone else unanimously followed the rule: not to affect Emiya himself.

This scene is as if the roles of men and women have been reversed. Instead of elegant women vying to flatter a powerful man, they seem more like heroes themselves fighting over a stunning beauty who could be considered a "femme fatale."

At that moment, a similar thought inadvertently flashed through Emiya's mind, and he found it truly difficult to evaluate this magical world.

'But even if things have progressed to this point, that frivolous Cupid must be laughing all the way to the bank, right?'

He recalled how Amor had invited him onto the stage earlier, striking a pose reminiscent of a "wedding ceremony." At that moment, her intention to "escalate the conflict" was already quite clear.

After all, no one knew there would be such a step before the battle started. Once the battle reached its climax, no matter what their purpose was in joining the fight, they could no longer maintain a completely rational mind.

By influencing everyone's thinking through a large-scale melee, and then introducing the temporary event that "the first person to arrive can marry Emiya," she can completely get most people's blood pumping—even those who didn't originally have that idea will be swayed by the actions of those around them.

Because people cannot accept a sudden increase in sunk costs.

even--

'By gathering the contestants together, Amor can more easily use her powers to manipulate them. Even if some of them want to remain rational, they probably won't be able to.'

While Emiya was pondering the issue of Amor's powers.

Suddenly, I noticed the shadow beneath me twitching.

'Oh, the game is over. Melyuchina, you were careless!'

He watched the little female dragon constantly shifting and dodging attacks, and silently made his judgment. Sure enough, the illusion was just a distraction; the real core of the scheme was actually the shadows.

Because from within this faint shadow, two hands stretched out, and a pair of rather similar fair faces emerged from the shadows as Hervir and Orluen, in a manner resembling imaginary diving.

Before the mother dragon could react, the two delicate bodies opened their arms and sandwiched Emiya between them, instantly slipping back into the shadows while conveying the warm touch of her bosom!
"Lord Emiya, get ready to welcome him~, the big one is coming!"

The two maids breathed hot air into Emiya's ears. This operation of dragging someone into the realm of imaginary numbers was something Helvey and the maid had practiced extensively recently, which is why their movements were so swift and rapid—so fast that even Melyuchina couldn't stop them in time.

Furthermore, why did this mother dragon insist on having this "fun" of a person riding a dragon?
If she had been willing to fly away while tightly embracing Emiya, perhaps it wouldn't have been so easy for someone else to succeed.

"what?"

The sky instantly turned into the deep black of the imaginary realm, then quickly returned to brightness. Emiya, regaining his senses, found himself back on the ground, nestled in Nuwa's warm embrace. Nuwa and her two maids nodded, clearly having planned this collaboration beforehand.

From the other side came Xia Mi's protest:
"Hey, you two! Didn't we agree that as an 'unbreakable maid alliance,' we would support each other, cooperate closely, and defend one another?"

"How could you betray me in the blink of an eye! How much did Nuwa give you? You don't even remember a single bit of our past kindness!"

Hervir grinned and made a face, "Anyway, it's more than what your stingy boss gives me!"

Orluen looked embarrassed and ashamed. "Sorry, former leader, we were undercover agents."

Emiya was taken aback, inwardly exclaiming how brilliant it was. He hadn't expected that the palace intrigue had escalated to the point of forming cliques and bribing spies.

"Oh my, so Your Majesty still has so many old flames and lovers?"

Kiyohime walked over from not far away with a gloomy face. As expected of an EX-level stalker, even though she hadn't participated in the scheme, she could still immediately smell the scent and come over.

Then, she noticed that Nuwa had no legs, but instead a long snake tail coiled between Wei Gong's waist and legs.

"And Your Majesty the Sword Emperor, I never knew you had such a hobby. If I had known, I would have—"

Kiyohime gritted her teeth and said, feeling both angry and happy.

To her delight, she had been worried that she would be disliked if she 'revealed her true form,' or even scare people away like she had in her previous life. But now, Kiyohime suddenly realized that her attributes were quite fitting!

What's infuriating is that the other person actually has a partner with the same personality traits as her! Why does she always encounter such difficult opponents!

'...What do you mean?'

As Emiya looked at Kiyohime's flushed face and felt Nuwa's breathing become heavier, his premonition grew stronger—starting from Meiliu Qina's behavior, their actions were probably devoid of rationality. Had Amor indeed tampered with the venue beforehand?

"I..." Kiyohime noticed that she hadn't arrived early, and other female Servants were about to arrive. She ultimately chose not to answer, but the answer was obvious.

Kiyohime, with a huffy yet flushed face of embarrassment, began to undress. Then, her skirt fell away, her legs disappearing as she closed them, while her torso slowly rose—

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, she also transformed into a long snake body.

Last time, BB and Prierati had the same attribute, and now it's Nuwa's turn to have the same attribute? Does your Heroic Spirit group have women of every attribute?

"Hehehe! Since you are all His Majesty's former lovers, then let this humble woman have a contest to see who has a more 'tight' bond with His Majesty the Sword Emperor?"

Kiyohime's serpentine body supported her at a considerable height, and her clear voice rang out, reaching the ears of the other Heroic Spirits who had noticed her.

Emiya: "?" Tightness means...?
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"What a vibrant and passionate Philia (friendship), no... it's the aura of 'sexuality' (Eros)! Hmm, as expected of the goddess of love, even in this abnormally distorted historical timeline, she still diligently performs her divine duties here!"

A suspicious smile, as if he were the mastermind behind everything, spread across Amor's face. His rosy cheeks and satisfied expression suggested he had caught sight of something.

Little Nero, watching from the side, just rolled his eyes in exasperation.

With Emiya not around, she was entrusted to the care of this Roman god of love. However, although this guy was theoretically an overseer and a pantheon god, judging from his behavior just now, Amor exuded a suspicious aura...

Is this Cupid really not a villain?

Then Nero heard Amos's tone suddenly change:
"Well, in that case, the Emperor's peace talks were successful, and the Roman world has entered a period of peace in most areas; the celebration was a success, the program was well-received, and everyone should have had a great time! Right, little Claudia?"

“Hmm…that’s true,” Nero said, not bothering to refute. At least the recording she made was indeed included in Elizabeth’s singing equipment, and she was quite satisfied with it, except that she couldn’t go on stage.

I just don't know where Emiya and those women went, and I feel a little empty inside.

It would have been perfect if he had given himself a compliment at the end of the performance.

"I see. So, in that case, everyone has finally succumbed to desire. Shouldn't the 'other her' in the Roman slumber ritual be awakened by now?"

Amor murmured, patting Nero's little head, "Little Claudia, you'll help the Sword Emperor, right?"

"What did you suddenly say?" Little Nero didn't quite catch what Amor had said before. She glared at Amor, slapped his hand away, and said, "No matter what, of course I'll help that good-hearted emperor!"

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Rome, located on the Italian peninsula, is the birthplace of Roman civilization and the cradle of the Roman state. Because it sits atop seven hills near the Tiber River, it is also known as the "City of Seven Hills."

In this era, this area was dotted with Roman palaces, the Senate, and countless temples, making it the undisputed center of the vast Roman Empire.

The Pantheon in the city center.

Has it come to this point already?

The figure seated high on the golden throne opened his eyes. His voice was deep and resonant. Clad in golden armor, his intense divinity and imposing majesty made him the sole focus of attention in the Pantheon.

He was Romulus, the first emperor of Rome and the ancestor of the Roman gods, Augustus.

[Hmph, foolish divine ancestor! Humanity has amassed wealth, created prosperity, and indulged in greed on the earth's surface. This ugliness will become the nourishment for my complete resurgence in the form of the Beast. Do you think you can still suppress my true form with this 'Supreme Throne'?]

The chilling, mocking voice seemed to come from another world, like the whisper of an evil force in chaos.

“Nero, my beloved child! I lament that you have strayed into the path of darkness, but I still love you as I love Rome.”

The patriarch's words revealed regret: "You are not beyond redemption—your willingness to sacrifice your vulnerable 'good half' to be with your people is a manifestation of your 'love' (Rome), isn't it?"

The progenitor seems to have a habit of viewing all sorts of things as "Roman".

[Shut up! I have no connection to Rome, nor do I love humanity! I am a calamity beast that destroys human civilization and annihilates the world, the 'evil of humanity'! All the prosperity you have accumulated in your cities will ultimately be swallowed whole by me!]

"...However, this prosperous human civilization is also Rome. The victor of this Holy Grail War will replace me, whose spiritual origin is nearing its limit, to correct this era and correct your path. This too is Rome."

"Rome is the link; someone will inherit it and make it shine again. That's how humanity's romance (Rome) is passed down from generation to generation..."

The God Ancestor muttered to himself, and a corner of his golden armor quietly crumbled.

(End of this chapter)