Shirou's clones number 30 million

Inside the arena, turning back to see the astonished expressions on Matou Kariya's and the others' faces, Nero smiled and asked:

"How are you? Are you so captivated by my astonishing talent that you can hardly contain yourself?"

"Was His Majesty Nero's first song sung that way on purpose?" Matou Kariya couldn't help but ask.

"What does this mean? Aren't both songs equally beautiful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nero suddenly seemed to remember something and laughed:

"By the way, to be honest, it's probably because they put in different levels of effort."

"The first song was sung for myself, freely, in whatever tune I felt like. The second song, however, was a blessing song written by Wang Fu himself, with the tune fixed and not a single note could be changed."

Even a single wrong note can lead to vastly different blessing effects.

Matou Kariya and the others stared at her speechlessly, all thinking the same thing:

Case solved!

No wonder the first song was so awful; it turns out he sang whatever came to mind, whatever tune he thought of. What a free spirit!

If every song she sings is as beautiful as the second, then it's no wonder she's called the Flower of Rome, and no wonder no one objects to her claim that she can rival Apollo as an artist.

Kiritsugu Emiya was the first to react, and lowered his head to ask:

"Your Majesty Nero, when will you come to rescue my wife? Three of our Servants have now died, and I am worried about her health..."

"Don't worry, you kept your promise and eliminated Archer, although the methods were a bit despicable, but I am not the kind of person who cares about such trivial matters. So, I will immediately treat your wife."

Nero smiled and nodded, his eyes immediately flashing with golden light.

After looking around, my gaze settled on the southwest.

"Fujimura Taiga is carrying your wife around looking for a doctor. Go and bring her here."

"Yes."

Kiritsugu Emiya looked worried, but considering that things here were not yet resolved, he did not set off immediately, and his gaze unconsciously turned to Artoria.

With that glance, Artoria sensed a hint of malice and couldn't help but question:

"What deal did you make with Caster?"

As Kiritsugu Emiya looked away, pondering whether or not to tell her the truth, Nero suddenly spoke:

“I will heal his wife, and in exchange, you must have a fair fight with me.”

"I see."

Artoria breathed a sigh of relief; at least she wasn't ordered to admit defeat outright.

Unexpectedly, Kiritsugu Emiya did a good deed.

"Okay, let's go!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gripped the invisible sword tightly and assumed a fighting stance.

Seeing this, Nero smiled and said:

"It's not a fight. I don't like fighting, so the competition will be conducted through singing."

"What? I refuse."

You have no right to refuse.

Nero chuckled softly and turned to look at Kiritsugu Emiya.

"I'm sorry, Saber."

Kiritsugu Emiya bowed slightly, raised his hand to use the Command Spell, and said loudly:

"By command of the Command Spell, Saber and His Majesty Nero shall compete by singing, and the loser shall relinquish the Holy Grail."

After issuing a command spell, he left the arena without looking back.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Say the Same Thing as Me

Section 23, Chapter Twenty-Three: Say the Same Thing as Me

"That damned bastard!"

Artoria gritted her teeth as she looked at Kiritsugu Emiya's back, really wanting to stab him in the back.

Nero looked Artoria up and down, and said with a smile:

“King Arthur, who looks exactly like me, I admit that I am inferior to you in military strategy, but if we were to compete in art, I would never lose.”

Artoria was silent for a few seconds, then looked up and asked:

"How do you determine who wins and who loses? You can't just say who wins and then have them win."

“It’s simple! After we finish singing, let Yan Ye and Lancelot raise their hands to vote. Whoever they say wins, that’s who wins.”

"If two people have different opinions, it's impossible to determine a winner, right?"

"Don't worry, I've already considered this situation. So, let's add three more people. Emiya Kiritsugu, Irisviel, and Fujimura Taiga, who's been carrying her around looking for a doctor."

Artoria immediately began to ponder this in her mind.

Nero has two kinds of singing: one is excellent, a heavenly voice, and the other is terrible, practically tone-deaf.

Looking at it this way, I think I have about a 50% chance.

Of the five people who voted by raising their hands, Irisviel and Lancelot would definitely choose themselves.

The lame man will likely choose Nero.

In other words, the final key will be between Fujimura Taiga and Emiya Kiritsugu.

I don't know Fujimura Taiga, so let's leave that aside for now, but Emiya Kiritsugu, he certainly wouldn't give up the Holy Grail so easily.

If he had a chance to win, he certainly wouldn't hesitate to support him.

Three out of five, the chances are very high, almost a sure thing.

"Okay, but I require that you treat Alice first."

“No problem,” Nero said with a smile.

At this moment, both sides believed they had a very high chance of winning, and were almost certain of victory.

……

Aoi Tohsaka, who was searching everywhere for Kariya Matou to ask him about Sakura's situation at the Matou family, suddenly smelled a trace of blood and stopped in her tracks.

Sniff...!

Following the direction of the smell, I walked step by step and entered a small alley by the roadside.

The next moment, a scream rang out, and Aoi Tohsaka froze, her whole body swaying precariously.

She leaned against the wall, staring intently at the corpse in the distance, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

My husband, who always seemed so confident, is gone just like that?

What will I do if I'm left all alone?

……

About ten minutes later, Kiritsugu Emiya carried his wife into the arena.

Beside him was Fujimura Taiga, who looked like a high school girl.

"Your Majesty Nero, please save Alice."

"Don't worry, I'll begin right away."

The red sword Nero was holding in his right hand instantly transformed into a ball of red flame, floating in his palm.

She looked down at him reluctantly for a while, sighed softly, and placed her left hand on Irisviel's heart.

A golden light flashed, and a beating heart appeared in the palm of the hand, instantly transforming into a cube.

She slowly extended her right hand, and the flame instantly transformed into a red light, entering Irisviel's body.

In the blink of an eye, Irisviel, who had already lost her breath, slowly opened her eyes.

At the same time, a strong heartbeat came from her chest.

In just a few seconds, her body was completely restored.

"My primordial flame is the strongest Mystic Code. Even after it became your heart, it still retains its original function. From now on, make good use of it."

Lying in Kiritsugu Emiya's arms, Irisviel looked around at the crowd, her gaze unconsciously lingering on Nero's left palm.

"That's... the unformed Lesser Grail?"

"That's right, it will descend after two more Servants die."

Why am I still alive?

"I used my magical costume to replace your heart and saved you."

"Thank you."

Irisviel lowered her head slightly, then turned to look at Taiga Fujimura:

"I was just unconscious, and I'm so grateful for your help!"

"No...no need to be so polite." Fujimura Taiga glanced furtively at Emiya Kiritsugu and asked cautiously, "Are you Emiya-sensei's wife?"

"That's right."

In an instant, Irisviel understood her thoughts and smiled unconsciously.

However, at times like this, she really doesn't have time to tease underage girls.

"Your Majesty Nero, what do you intend to do with the remaining two Servants?"

"Hmm... Assassin is the only Servant left who is alone."

Nero chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over Artoria and Lancelot.

Lancelot immediately stepped forward and said:

"In that case, please allow me to commit suicide."