I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

From the room to the left of Fujimaru Ritsuka, someone spoke up. The voice sounded like a woman's and was somewhat familiar.

"Fellow inmate... is this really a prison?!"

Somewhat surprised, I was actually arrested and imprisoned after my fall.

How come I didn't discover this myself?!

"That's right, it's a prison."

The voice on the right, obviously, belongs to a man.

Does he give off a "keep away" vibe?

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't say for sure what his personality was like.

But why did I get arrested and put in jail?!

"Could this be Rome?!"

Woman: "Yes...this place used to be Rome."

It used to be Rome... What does that mean? Does it mean it became Istanbul like Constantinople?

This isn't a topic for this era!

However, the girl's voice sounded inexplicably sad and sorrowful.

"It used to be Rome, so you mean... it's not Rome anymore?"

The boy asked in confusion.

"It was Rome then, and it is Rome now."

......

"this..."

Are you spouting nonsense about literature with me?

"Although it is Rome, it is not the Rome of the past."

"Has something unusual happened?"

Gudako instinctively felt that the girl's experiences might be related to the changes in the Second Singularity.

......

Does it seem like they're unwilling to talk about it?

Fujimaru Ritsuka quietly walked forward.

The firelight was dim, and through the fence, Fujimaru Ritsuka carefully observed the girl in the room on the left.

Her long, golden hair had a single golden ahoge standing upright, swaying gently.

Although she was dressed in the clothes of an ordinary girl, it couldn't hide her exceptionally gorgeous and voluptuous figure.

The girl hugged her knees with both hands and buried her head inside them.

"You are actually—!"

impossible? !

Your Majesty Nero!!!

Isn't she fighting Attila?!

Did Attila win and imprison Nero?!

But I clearly felt that His Majesty Nero had the upper hand at that time.

For a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind couldn't process it.

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Chapter Fourteen: Miss Nero in Prison and the Man Imprisoned Named Simon.

"You are... His Majesty Nero?!"

To Fujimaru Ritsuka's utter surprise, the person in the same prison as her was none other than Nero, who should have been ruling the country from the emperor's palace.

"..."

The girl, who had buried herself in her knees, trembled slightly.

"Are you alright? Are you alright, Your Majesty Nero...?"

"I... um... I'm not some emperor, you've mistaken me for someone else!"

It's true, at least the tone is really Nero's, but why is the proud and magnificent Emperor Nero unwilling to admit his identity at this moment?

It's because he looks so pathetic.

“How could that be, Your Majesty Nero... Miss Nero... I would recognize your voice, your words, even if you were reduced to ashes, the magnificent Rose Emperor.”

It's Nero, the very adorable Emperor.

The vocal weapon of Christmas, the sole winner of the Nero Festival concert.

Elizabeth Bathory's lifelong rival.

"Forehead..."

[Awkward, his face showed signs of masculinity.]

"You...who are you?"

Nero looked up, gazing at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"Oh, sorry... Miss Nero didn't know me back then, but you do now. I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Fujimaro... that's a bit of a mouthful. Are you a foreigner...? You don't seem like a Gaul or a German... Parthia isn't like this either. Could you be... one of the legendary Seres?!"

Seris?!

Is this a new term I've never heard of before?

"Ah, you're not from Seres either... What a pity, I've heard that the silk I like is produced in that country..."

Silk-producing region? Isn't that Akuta Hinako's hometown?!

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly remembered that His Majesty Nero did indeed like silk, and had several beautiful spirit robes.

If you have time, you can also go to Miss Klein's shop to order a few outfits.

“Um, Miss Nero… I’m not a Seresian, but I have companions from there, and I also know some very skilled seamstresses… If there’s a chance, I’d like to introduce them to you.”

Nero's emerald green, amber-like eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? You truly have such a friend! If so, I will certainly reward you handsomely... I will bestow upon you the title of..."

The moment he said this, Nero's bright eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Yes... I... I am no longer the emperor."

"Although it is unbelievable, I have no doubt that I lost. Even I myself do not know how I lost, and the throne was stolen by the monster."

Thinking of the events that had occurred not long ago, Nero said with some disappointment.

"What exactly happened?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with great concern.

“My fellow prisoners who share my suffering, now, I may tell you all.”

Looking into those expressive blue eyes, Nero tightly closed her beautiful eyes, then slowly opened them.

"In fact, I did encounter something truly inexplicable..."

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A lovely blonde girl leaned against a rusty railing, her face and clothes covered in mud and dirt, but even so, it couldn't hide her beauty and loveliness.

"That's how it happened. I don't know what happened, I only know that another version of myself appeared in the mirror... That guy... After defeating me, he confiscated my weapons and secretly imprisoned me here."

Nero continued dejectedly, “I can accept failure, I can accept setbacks... but the magnificent me will always have the opportunity to correct my mistakes... to forge a future for Rome... but, but this is the first time I have failed so thoroughly... just as my love for Rome has been completely defeated by that decadent desire.”

......

"Really? Your Majesty Nero... My dear Your Majesty Nero, you actually have such worries?"

......

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at her bracelet; the communication light had disappeared, and her Mystic Code had lost its brilliance.

Has communication with Chaldea been cut off?

It's a little disappointing.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took out the card box containing her Spirit Origin portrait.

The cards inside were still sealed intact.

The packages were distributed very well, and I was able to find the Servant I wanted very quickly.

Director Olga Marie, you've really put your heart into this.

"I'm not sure now whether it's Rome that's driven by tyranny, reverence, and desire, or whether I am Rome..."

What truly demoralized Nero wasn't his defeat at the hands of another Nero, but rather the question of whether his own existence could truly be considered Rome.

"Yes, that's true. Sometimes people can't find their place, that's inevitable... But there's one thing you absolutely can't give up."

Several cards were selected from them.

"His Majesty Nero is Rome... You are Rome, the true fifth emperor of Rome. The love you uphold... you must carry it through to the end."

Copper cards, silver cards, and gold cards.

"This is...this is...?!!"

Fujimaru handed the portrait of the spirit origin to Nero through the gap in the iron bars.

The girl suddenly started trembling all over.