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

[I can't take it anymore! Kill her! Make sure she can't breathe!]

Although she couldn't speak, Elizabeth felt endless resentment from the evil spirit's attack.

"No, no, there are too many, I can't handle it!"

Elizabeth hurriedly ran backward, but when she turned around, she was shocked to find that a large number of vengeful spirits had gathered behind her.

In the pitch-black underground passage, countless scarlet, resentful, and hateful gazes pierced through.

dilemma.

However, there are many examples of people who survived by being put in a desperate situation in ancient times.

"In that case."

The Little Dragon Girl materialized a black spear in her hand.

"I'm not going to just sit here and wait to become a dragon-shaped steamer!"

Sizzle—! Whoosh—!

The sound of the black spear cutting through the air demonstrated the dragon girl's powerful combat strength as a servant.

The spear pierced through the black vengeful spirit.

Then...

"hiss....!"

"hiss...!"

[Kill, Noise]

[Kill, Noise]

It didn't feel like I was attacking a physical entity.

Is it possible that these vengeful spirits cannot be killed by ordinary means?

Elizabeth's heart immediately turned ice-cold.

This is not a vengeful spirit that has been thrashing about, but rather the evil that has fallen into Rome since its birth, in its fallen state.

Rome wouldn't have produced such a thing originally, but now, that's no longer necessarily the case.

I, Elizabeth, have been searching the world for the perfect agent to discover my beauty and transform me into a glamorous and adorable idol.

Now, I can only extinguish my dreams in this decadent, glamorous city.

However, at this crucial moment, I still want to ask one question:

Whose singing voice is more beautiful, mine or Nero's?

This is the question an opponent would want to ask, even if they were facing elimination, right?

Even evil spirits would be attracted by her singing voice; Nero, no matter how you look at it, couldn't possibly do that.

Thinking about this, Elizabeth actually felt a little smug.

"No, this is not the time to be complacent. I'm truly at a loss!"

Ugh... Ugh...

Are they leaving?

"Go, Professor Simon, use Dark Magic!"

At that very moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, who hadn't encountered many vengeful spirits, still managed to find their way here by following the echo.

"Don't give me random names."

Simon snorted coldly, and the crimson Eternity in his hand was instantly enveloped in a layer of dark black light.

It spun in a spiral, and in that instant, it exploded as quickly as a bomb.

The black vengeful spirit in front of Elizabeth was instantly blasted away.

"Hmm, I think the name 'Dark Magician' is really cool. It actually suits the image of a teacher quite well, doesn't it?"

Not knowing the source, Nero, living in the present moment, tilted his head in confusion.

"That's... never mind, I'm too lazy to explain that to you."

Although this isn't my primary role, I'm here this time as a judge.

Simon thought to himself, if Nero hadn't been there, he would have already lost his temper.

He still cared a lot about Nero's opinion.

“These are vengeful spirits, Nero and Fujimaru.”

"Although Rome is glamorous, countless people have been mercilessly trampled by the iron hooves of those beasts. This is a sin that this great nation can never escape."

"The souls of countless innocent people are right before you."

"There were Celts, Germanic peoples, Parthians, Jews, Egyptians, Cushites (modern-day Ethiopians), Greeks, Carthaginians..."

"You crave the adoration of your millions of subjects and the luxury of your rule, but do you have the courage to face them? Do you have the courage to face evil, to face the decadence of Rome, and even to face your own decadence?"

"The darkness of Rome, its own depraved and tyrannical side..."

Humans are such creatures; whether they are kind or evil, the line between god and demon is only a thought away.

Rome... Rome... Rome

It was Rome, the Rome that enslaved us all.

It was Rome, the Rome that forced us to fight in the Colosseum.

It was Rome, the Rome that slaughtered our entire village.

Rome, the city that killed my son

[My wife's Rome]

......

Wars of aggression, the evils of expansion, desire, and depravity.

It is the stain that accompanies Rome's prosperity, the abyss of sin.

"Fujimaru, what do you think I should do now?"

Although she was dressed in the white clothes of an ordinary noblewoman, her expression at this moment, and the resolute and serious look in the emperor's emerald eyes, were striking.

"Nero himself should already have a conclusion, right?"

"As expected, Fujimaru understands me very well. It sounds ridiculous, but I have a feeling that we once fought side by side. Maybe... it was in a dream."

“Yes, in a dream.” Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to recall their experiences together in the Second Singularity: “Because of Nero, you loved everyone the most, didn’t you…?”

The girl smiled softly, a beautiful smile, like a flame, like the setting sun, shining brightly in this filthy place, a place piled high with despair.

"Hmm."

“You spirits, you may seek revenge against me.”

“I am Rome. If you have any complaints, then come.”

"I will not give up, even if this city, this world has fallen."

"I will protect it, and I will reclaim my Rome."

“Hmm, this is the first citizen who is truly loved by the people.”

It will not be arrogant, it will not be contemptuous, it will not hate, it will not pity.

It was love, Nero's love for Rome and for everyone, which came from the bottom of his heart.

The power of love can destroy everything, and it can also save everything.

The spirits, swaying and staggering, smelled the scent of the Roman emperor and abandoned the bewildered Elizabeth.

"A pointless thought, but the courage to face one's sins is commendable."

Simon seemed to have finally made up his mind, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Very good. If you have the will to fight, our chances of winning will increase by another ten percent. You really do have the ability to deflect all disasters and obstacles."

A blazing flame erupted from the man's hand, burning wildly.

"Respond, my primordial fire."

The intense heat burns objects, and fire, as the source of all things, performs a false act of creative power.

"What exactly is this flame—?"

Nero's eyes were filled with surprise, and he almost prepared to release the animal and sing a song [which was unnecessary].

"Hmph, don't try to see everyone. I was an evil magician in my past life, so it's not surprising that I can forge knives, is it?"

The adjudicator said matter-of-factly.

It was a bright red, magnificent flaming sword that once stood in the Golden Theater.

The glow of the flames caused a slight movement in the air, gently lifting the girl's long, soft, golden hair.

At this moment, the Dragon Girl suddenly had a feeling: Nero is beautiful, far surpassing me.

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Chapter 19 Ophelia: I Won't See a Gacha Pull That Doesn't Yield the Item.

Simon, in his lifetime, was a magician with the ability to create props, formations, and analyze spells.

Naturally, this also allows for the creation of a red longsword based on the primordial fire.

[If Merlin can wield the Holy Sword, why can't I wield the Primal Scepter?]

"I can feel the power of the sword. Hmm, thank you for your trouble, my master!"

"Self-interest, greed, lust—indeed, people will fight for their desires."