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

"They fought over you, kid. You're not just a womanizer anymore."

The adjudicator sighed, a sense of disbelief welling up inside him.

"However, you do have the qualifications to command servants. As a savior, please allow me to express my respect to you. To be honest, I can truly consider myself a blessed person."

"What are you..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the Servant who was bowing slightly and quickly said, "I am just an ordinary Master, Simon, you are exaggerating."

"No, not at all. I still consider myself to have some discernment. Anyway, let's rest for the night first, and we'll set off for the Emperor's Palace tomorrow."

"Aren't you going to look for the Holy Grail anymore?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in confusion.

"I've almost found out the location of the Holy Grail."

The adjudicator nodded and then took a deep breath.

"How did you find out?"

How did he know the whereabouts of the Holy Grail when he didn't even see what he did?

Fujimaru was confused.

"I'm sorry, I can't say right now. It's not time to unravel this yet."

Simon shook his shoulders and then stretched his arms.

"When the time comes, you'll understand, kid."

"That annoying riddler again! Get the hell out of Rome, riddler!"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a woman. Get lost."

It's a bit hairy.

The adjudicator did not answer, but waved his hand and disappeared into spirit particles in frustration.

"I'll go scout out the situation and plan tomorrow's route. You can do whatever you want."

"In short, tomorrow's battle may be tough, so be prepared to have full mana and be at full health."

......

Are we launching an attack tomorrow?

I've now connected with three Servants. Although my mana supply might be insufficient, I don't think I can lose to that [fake] Nero.

However, we still don't know who Nero is.

The man before him was none other than the real, plump, warm, and living Emperor Nero.

I'm not going to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep.

Fujimaru isn't a Servant; sleeping is still a basic human physiological activity that he must perform.

Fujimaru Ritsuka yawned.

The battle between the two Saber ladies continues.

"Let's fight! Let's fight!"

"I love watching female swordsmen fight."

"Cut her down, cut her down! Cut off that annoying red swordsman's bulging belly fat!"

"Slash her, slash her! Look at those disdainful eyes of hers, she clearly doesn't respect you, Nero, the emperor!"

Little Dragon Girl fanned the flames and cheered them on.

Black Saber and Nero exchanged a glance.

"Where is Master?!"

"I don't know, my gaze was fixed on you just now."

Nero replied.

"There's no point in us fighting here now. How about we settle the score in some other way?"

Hei Dai's mind gradually became active.

"Want to beg for mercy?"

"In the struggle for the Master, fighting alone is useless; one must rely on the beauty of one's woman to ultimately win. You little Roman emperor, do you have any interest in this aspect?"

"Don't call me a child emperor!" Nero retorted at first, then nodded in agreement: "Interesting. Even if I don't remember, Fujimaru definitely has an extraordinary relationship with me. I accept your challenge!"

The tyrants of Rome and Britain reached an agreement in a short period of time.

"Hurry up and fight! Why did you stop? It's not enough! I want to see rivers of blood..."

Little Dragon Girl continued waving her glow stick.

"I believe that we should first eliminate the people who are in the way."

"agree."

Hei Dai nodded.

Emerald green and dark gold, one like fire and the other like ice, their gazes, sharp as swords, pierced the little dragon girl hiding in the corner.

"It seems some people won't learn their lesson until they see the coffin, you lowly dragon!"

The darkness of the fallen holy sword has coalesced, determined to turn the little dragon girl into roasted dragon steak.

"Meow~~~!"

"You guys wanted to fight, it has nothing to do with me!"

Little Dragon Girl revealed a sorrowful voice and a wronged expression, before being smeared in the face with flames and curry sticks.

Dizzy and collapsing to the ground, Elizabeth's idol dream hadn't even been fulfilled yet, and she already had to start dreaming ahead of time.

Before the final battle, the most exciting part is the much-anticipated mana replenishment phase.

And they're two kawaii Sabers.

Further inside the dungeon are small, secluded cubicles.

A fiery, intense stimulation, and the impact of a dark-themed girl.

Yeah, it gives off a really creepy feeling.

Rome Energy MAX

British Energy MAX

Fujimaru Ritsuka: [There really isn't a single drop left.]

----------------------

The emperor's temporary palace, a decadent palace.

The emperor, sitting high on his throne, dangled his delicate, white feet.

Guo Lu's jade-like legs were crossed over another slender, sweet, and tender leg. The Fallen Rose Emperor, who was not afraid of being exposed, looked at the kneeling worshippers below the throne with his scarlet eyes.

The battle between Attila and the Fallen Nero was not yet completely decided.

Disappointed, Attila decided to temporarily withdraw his troops, as his evil desires remained unfulfilled.

"Has it already started? It seems to be progressing very smoothly."

"You, the kings of Rome throughout history, are the creators, inheritors, and destroyers of this tyrannical and decadent Rome. You should lead the army to fight against the rebellion."

"But my ambitions are not limited to this."

"What I crave is destruction, to watch the masses be cast into the abyss under the iron heel of Rome, on the path of hope, and die meaninglessly. Isn't this kind of apocalyptic despair, full of a vision of salvation, the most delightful thing?"

The corrupt emperor curled his lips into a smile and swirled the golden, sacred goblet in his hand.

"Oh my gosh!!! Nero, my, dear, beautiful Nero!"

"My sister's daughter... Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Joan of Arc: Gilles de Rais

Nero: Caligula

"Is your constant mental instability due to your berserk state? Well, it doesn't matter."

The fallen emperor, bored, swung his delicate white feet and downed the wine in his golden goblet in one gulp.

[This is absolutely amazing, the blood of the savior!]

"The seeds of depravity have been sown. All you need to do is guard this luxurious imperial palace with all your might."

"Understood—!" [Awooo, Nero!]

"When all territories are lost, that will be the time when all Roman rebels perish."

The gods, Caesar, Caligula, and Constantine XI (who was just there to make up the numbers) were all, at this moment, very respectfully acknowledging the decadent fifth emperor of Rome.

Come, challenge me with all your might, savior of the world!

[The Fallen Nero is Full of Expectations]

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Emperor Guarding the Four Palaces

Sunshine, no sunshine.

I don't know if it was because of the cloudy day, but in any case, no sunlight could be seen penetrating into the interior of this Roman city.

The only light in the entire city was the magnificent Roman palace.

The city shrouded by the Seven Hills exudes a profound sense of luxury and decadence.

It's like being submerged in deep water, bringing invisible pressure.

This is not the warm and peaceful Eternal Era, because in this world with its protective barrier, only one emperor has the final say.

The emperor held absolute power over the land.