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

Faced with endless vengeful spirits, the girl grasped the hilt of the Primordial Sword.

"But now, I must fight for Fujimaru, for my teacher, and for the prayers of millions of Romans. This is my desire!"

It seemed as if flower petals were blooming magnificently all around, and as if a passionate fire was burning.

Om-!

In an instant, the blazing flames burned with magic.

Red, radiant and swirling, weaves into a magnificent and passionate long skirt. The front of the skirt boldly reveals a sheer inner layer of silk, through which white pants can be faintly seen.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

Faced with the frantic, dark shadows of the dead crowding into the passageway, faced with a stark microcosm of Rome's sins.

The golden-haired, red-clad swordsman held the Primal Scepter, which burned with ever-burning flames, high in the air.

You can hear the booming sound of metal hitting the ground; in fact, it is the most piercing and sharp sound.

The flames expanded, and the girl swung the crimson Emperor's Blade with all her might.

"Hey, Nero, Nero, you bastard! I'm still here, I'm still here!"

The blazing flames surged forth, fiercely and swiftly tearing apart the tranquility of the sewers, instantly purifying everything impure.

Did you even listen to what I said?!

"Don't come any closer!!!"

The sudden burst of intense heat jolted Little Dragon Girl's already tense nerves back into focus.

Now it really is going to turn into grilled dragon cutlet.

Show your care for the vulnerable dragon girl by starting with roasted dragon ribs.

The dragon girl's little plumpness is fragrant, soft, and has the milky scent of a fourteen-year-old girl.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shed tears of emotion... no, tears.

The fresh little dragon girl is so considerate, following us from the first singularity to the second singularity.

Unlike Kiyohime, who was followed directly from the first singularity to her bed in her personal room.

"Hmm."

“I know that if I eliminate you, I will have one less major opponent.”

In an instant, Nero wiped out all the undead, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and appeared in front of the little dragon girl who had fallen to the ground.

"Are you...really going to do this?"

Looking at the ruthless Emperor Nero, the weak Little Dragon Girl said with tears in her eyes.

"It's definitely... a lie!"

Nero winked mischievously and said playfully to the little dragon girl, "I am not a despicable person who would take advantage of someone in distress. One day, I will defeat you in a magnificent way on the theater stage!"

"Ughhhh, Nero is so cunning! But you're still too naive to think you can defeat me. Also, it's been a while, wanna sign a contract, little puppy?"

Elizabeth regained some of her energy and hopped to her feet.

"Of course, if Elizabeth could join us, she would be a reliable fighting force for us."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and smiled as she extended her right hand, which bore the red Command Seal.

"Well... of course, I'll reliably assist you until the very last moment."

"Then thank you, Elizabeth."

"What an obedient puppy."

Elizabeth puffed out her small chest.

It's unclear who listened, but Little Dragon Girl eagerly prepared to sign a contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Wait a minute, you! Are you planning to start from this angle?! I won't allow you to interfere with the person I've set my sights on."

Nero suddenly stood in front of the dragon girl and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She was anxious. She was anxious.

"This woman is extremely wicked. Don't be fooled by her, Fujimaru!"

The blond emperor instinctively felt uneasy and warned Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The little dragon girl retorted angrily, "Who are you calling rude? I'm not rude at all, you stupid emperor! I've grown up now and become a perfect servant who's no longer the same as before!"

"Besides, Your Majesty, what are you to that little brat?"

Little Dragon Girl gazed intently at Nero, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.

"Who are you talking about? Of course, it's Yu's..."

Nero paused for a moment, blinked, and didn't know what to say.

Yes, what exactly is Fujimaru to me?

I am neither a follower as they claim, nor have I lost my status as emperor.

Our current relationship can only be described as friendship.

His Majesty Nero was somewhat disappointed.

Hmm, actually, I lack a sense of identity with Fujimaru.

We must reclaim the throne.

If we can take them back, whether it's Britain or Gaul... even the Roman palaces, I'll give them to you.

Of course, that includes my love too.

Nero's face flushed slightly, as if he was thinking of something shameful.

The magician Simon, who had been silent for a long time, finally frowned slightly.

Without that old bastard Seneca, Nero has become increasingly dissolute.

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"Hey, little puppy, where are we going? I'm terrified of the dark, can you sing me to give me some courage?"

Little Dragon Girl cautiously tiptoed and said somewhat fearfully.

[This is a voice line written in Bond 3, and it's also a tragic story from my own history.]

"We're here to find the Holy Grail that the Savior used. If you're scared, you can stand a little behind me, but please don't sing."

Fujimaru Ritsuka replied with amusement.

"Hmm...Is that so? This is indeed not a good place to sing. Although it's a pity, since it's what the puppy said, I'll still listen."

Although Xiaolongniang was somewhat dissatisfied, she obediently followed behind Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Ahead lies the refuge of the poor who couldn't survive in Rome. Judging from the current situation, there shouldn't be any survivors left. Let's rest for a while and see if we can find any information."

As the magician spoke, he led the group along the underground passage until they finally arrived at a stone cubicle that they could stay in.

"This is... a dungeon?! A dungeon?!"

The Dragon Girl screamed in terror, her voice so exaggerated that it could penetrate solid walls, tear apart the earth, and destroy humanity.

"Don't be afraid, Elizabeth. You are a Servant now. A mere dungeon is nothing to you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled and got goosebumps all over her body.

"Yes...that's right, I'm not scared at all, I just feel..."

Even Nero couldn't help but cover his ears.

"Hmm... As expected of Elizabeth, even her shouts are so powerful."

"You're praising her? My God, that voice could drive someone to suicide... Oh right, you're pretty much the same, so I have no right to say anything."

Simon kicked open the stone dungeon door, cursing under his breath.

"A dungeon... There are so many vengeful spirits outside, is there some kind of monster spawner here?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gently punched the wall twice, but found that no blocks fell down.

It seems things are different here compared to the game.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to come in and rest, you can stay outside."

Simon casually conjured a ball of flame and lit the campfire inside the iron cage.

"Well, after walking for so long, it's good to take a break. But speaking of which, this dungeon is not quite what I imagined. Logically speaking, it should be more dilapidated and rotten?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka followed behind Nishimon, curiously touching the reliefs and openwork on the wall.

"This place possesses magical veins, and even in the worst-case scenario, a small amount of magic can be extracted from the main vein. Therefore, whether it's the church, heretical magicians, or exiled druids... they generally settle here."

Ximen found a place to sit down and then looked around.

"Just like a river connects to some small springs, there's some magical energy stored here. Aren't you going to summon a Servant?"

"Just to be on the safe side, let's summon another rider to supplement our fighting strength."

Simon used flames to create a metal cup, next to which was a water pipe brought in from outside.

It seems that someone built this place specifically for living in.

The magician scooped up a glass of water and glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Want some water, kid?"

“No need.” Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head. “You’re right. I’ll summon my Servant first.”

"Alright."

Seeing that his master didn't intend to drink the water, Ximen poured all the water in the cup into his mouth.

"In this situation, after thinking about it, I think we should summon Martha. She's a cavalryman, strong in close combat, a Dragon-Slaying Saintess, and she's also lived in this era."

After all, you can't just ignore everything and carelessly say, "Let's use Berserker first...", or you'll get scolded by the new director of Goldrov.

"Pfft... Whoa! Wait a minute, who are you talking about...?!"

The adjudicator suddenly froze, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka with disbelief.