Shirou's clones number 30 million

Lancelot, who had already removed his helmet, was filled with disappointment and despair. The king had actually claimed not to recognize him...

"Yes, my king."

Shirou stared at the two of them speechlessly. How did they get into this conversation? Is it so hard to just give your name?

Lancelot is also blind. Although Nero and Artoria look very similar, their differences are also quite significant.

“I’m sorry, I think there might be some misunderstanding between you two. For that, I think we should introduce ourselves first. I’ll start: my name is Shirou, and I don’t have a surname.”

"As expected of my musician, what you say makes sense."

Nero gripped his sword hilt with both hands, head held high and chest out, and said with great authority:

“I am Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire.”

"Although I would love to descend as the strongest Saber class, since the Saber class has already been taken, I will descend here as the Caster class in this Holy Grail War."

“How is this possible?” Kariya Matou couldn’t help but exclaim. “That cruel tyrant Nero is actually a girl.”

Shirou nodded slightly, then said:

"What I'm curious about is something else. As far as I know, His Majesty Nero seems unable to assume the post of Caster due to a headache, doesn't he?"

“Player, your information is wrong. I am indeed born with headaches, which makes it difficult for me to fully realize my artistic talents, which are comparable to those of Apollo.”

Nero paused for a moment, then said with great satisfaction:

"However, Yu's headaches were later cured by Wang Fu, and he was able to perform all duties."

Chapter Eight: The Tyrant and His Favored Concubine

Section 8, Chapter 8: The Tyrant and His Beloved Concubine

Wang Fu?

I've never heard of Nero having a royal consort.

Moreover, this so-called "Wang Fu" could actually cure congenital headaches.

At that moment, a guess inexplicably arose in Shirou's mind, and he subconsciously checked Nero's attributes.

Nero Claudius

Strength: C

Durability: C

Agility: B

Magic: A+

Luck: EX

Noble Phantasm: EX

Skills: Emperor's Privilege EX, Artistic Incarnation A+, Tyrant and Favored Concubine EX

Noble Phantasms: The Golden Theater of Rebellion A, Rome Here EX

"So many EX-level characters! Was Nero such a powerful Servant? But what's with the 'Tyrant' and 'Favorite Concubine'?"

"Were you startled? Player, applaud my talent to the fullest."

Shirou clapped a few times in silence, then turned to look at Lancelot, who looked completely bewildered, and sighed:

"That's right. This is not King Arthur, whom you are loyal to, but Nero, the Roman Emperor. He just happens to look like him."

“This…this was truly rude of me. I am Lancelot, a Knight of the Round Table of King Arthur.”

Lancelot calmed down and gradually accepted the fact.

However, looking at Nero's face, which was exactly the same as Artoria's, he was still somewhat bewildered.

"Does King Arthur, whom you serve, resemble me?"

Yes, almost exactly the same.

"Do you look like me?" Nero asked with a hint of curiosity, then smiled and said, "It's fate that we met in this Holy Grail War... From now on, let's work together to achieve victory."

"Yes, Your Majesty... Nero."

……

The Roman Empire two thousand years ago.

Shirou paced anxiously outside the door, occasionally heading to the white mist space to check on the situation.

At this moment, Nero is resting inside. If she wakes up and finds that her boots are missing, she will be very angry.

That's when things will get complicated.

She was, after all, a notorious tyrant; it's hard to say how she would handle herself when faced with a thief.

The worst-case scenario is being hanged.

"I wonder if my other self has summoned a Servant? Nero isn't exactly a powerful Servant either. Relying on Nero to win the Fourth Holy Grail War is just too far-fetched, isn't it?"

"Bounty of the King and Armies of the King are both extraordinary treasures; Nero has no way to deal with them, does he?"

"I'd rather summon Archer than Nero."

"However, I can understand my feelings."

"After all, control is really important. If we really summon Archer, there's no way he'd listen to his younger self."

"Sigh... Life is tough, it's not easy for anyone."

"Seriously, it's all Shirou, so why was it that I got to transmigrate into a Celestial Dragon? This is totally cheating."

Suddenly, a sound came from inside the house:

"Where are my boots? Who took my boots?"

Woke up!

Shirou was startled and quickly entered the white mist space.

Looking around, he quickly spotted Nero's riding boots.

Next to the riding boots was a note that read:

Thank you, Nero has been summoned.

"It's good that it was helpful."

Shirou breathed a sigh of relief, put away the note, hugged his riding boots to his chest, and hurriedly left the white mist space.

He opened the door and entered the room, his eyes meeting Nero's.

"What are you doing with my boots, Qing?"

Upon noticing Nero's pale face, Shirou panicked. Just as he was about to offer an explanation, he suddenly recalled the deeds of an ancient figure and immediately thought of drawing inspiration from them.

“It’s quite cold now, and I’m worried your feet will get cold, so I thought I’d hold your boots in my arms to warm them up, so your feet won’t get cold when you wear them.”

After saying this, he immediately noticed that Nero's gaze had become extremely strange, so he lowered his head and whispered:

"Feel sorry."

Nero stared at Shirou for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"So you harbor feelings for me? It's commendable that you dare to express your feelings."

"I also have a good impression of you, but the difference in our social status is too great, and it is almost impossible for us to be together."

She paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then continued:

"If you can win the Nero Festival this year, I will grant you a fiefdom."

"Of course, this only grants me noble status; being with Yu is still an impossible thing."

"However, the Nero Festival is held every year with many competitions. If you can win many times, your fiefdom area will continue to increase."

"If you want to become my husband, then work hard and keep winning!"

"Of course, as the world's number one artist, I will naturally participate in the competition."

Shirou's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and by the end, his blood seemed to be boiling.

“Your Highness Nero, I will definitely win the Nero Festival and then propose to you in a proper and honorable way.”

With two thousand years of superior knowledge, once I obtain a fief, I am certain I can build it into the most dazzling jewel of Rome.

At that time, marrying Nero will surely be an easy thing.

To be honest, he had once fantasized about marrying Nero and reaching the pinnacle of life.

But fantasy is still just fantasy; after all, the difference in social status is undeniable.

Marrying someone of equal social standing is the choice of most people.

Now, suddenly realizing that his fantasy might come true, Shirou was filled with excitement and even had an urge to jump up and cheer.

……

Two thousand years later, in a hotel room, Shirou is having a dream.

In the dream, I felt like a ghost behind the girl, watching her compete in various arenas.

He is clearly a king, and he is already twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, no longer young, yet he still lives like a child.

Willful, narcissistic, arrogant, living a luxurious life, and spending money without restraint.

He acts on a whim, completely lacking the self-awareness of an emperor, and might even bribe the referees on the field to have the other side declare him the winner.

She wouldn't be considered a tyrant, but calling her a foolish ruler wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Nevertheless, she remained beloved by the people and was known as the Flower of Rome.

During her reign, the Roman Empire expanded its territory repeatedly, and the people lived in abundance. Both nobles and commoners held her in high esteem.

The reason for this is that she has a husband who is silently supporting her.

All government affairs were handled efficiently by the King, leaving her only to enjoy herself.

She reigned for thirty years, and when she abdicated, thousands of people came to see her off, praying that she would not leave.