In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Zuo Cun felt the surge of power within him and looked at Caesar with a fighting spirit.

"He wasn't the only one hiding his true abilities. Although I didn't know this move when I was alive, but..."

"Then, all that remains is conquest!" Caesar gazed at the village ahead. "The Golden Sword!"

He rushed forward.

"The Death of Huang [CroceaMors]!!!"

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Zuo Cun's lips.

“Mr. Samura!” Fujimaru Ritsuka called out worriedly.

Caesar's Noble Phantasm, "Death of the Yellow," hurtled towards Zuocun with unstoppable force.

however--

What's going on? This feeling?

Caesar swiftly swung his golden sword, but—

There was absolutely no feeling of hitting a solid object!

“Things unknown to him in his lifetime, yet they became the tools for plundering kings and dukes.”

Zuo Cun's eyes were hidden by his bangs, and he spoke in a low voice.

The immense magical power also appeared on Zuo Cun, who had already turned into a phantom before Caesar.

"What?" Caesar's pupils contracted sharply.

"Not wings, but merely claws—"

Zuocun disappeared.

Where did it go?

Caesar nervously looked around.

"New Feather Wheel, Part Three of the Wings".

"The claws of the black pheasant bear witness to the fall of yet another royal minister."

The sharp edge of the poisonous feather appeared on the back of Caesar's neck.

"Poisonous words!"

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Chapter 442 The Strongest One

Somewhere far away.

A brown-haired man wearing a dark green trench coat and a dark green hat was standing against the wall in a large hall.

"Hmm?" He felt the contract slipping away, somewhat surprised.

"The contract has been broken... I didn't expect those guys to be so fast, it's disgusting." Rafe Lenore sneered.

“But it doesn’t matter. Unlike Chaldea, because of the Holy Grail, I can summon Servants at will…” He looked at the figure sitting on the throne opposite him.

"Has Caesar already passed away...?"

"Yes, he's dead." Leif nodded. "What a waste. He was supposed to be a powerful Heroic Spirit, but who knew he was just this weak..."

"But then again, aren't Servants just a convenient bunch of useless trash... Oh, sorry, I forgot you're a Servant too..." A hint of mockery flashed in Lev's eyes.

The figure on the throne did not reply.

“I thought Caesar could hold out for a few more days,” Rafe chuckled nonchalantly. “But now it seems these so-called emperors are all useless… including this one.”

“Ah… my love… my Rome… ahhh…” Caligula seemed to be bound, standing there blankly and roaring.

"After only the first encounter, he unleashed his Noble Phantasm without reporting it... How should I put it, he truly lives up to his Berserker reputation." Lev spat and kicked Caligula in the knee.

"Oh oh oh oh..." Caligula remained standing straight.

"Ha... how stubborn. Fine, I'll let you retain this last bit of dignity."

Leif walked to the front of the summoning circle and began his Servant summoning.

"You can have as many of these consumables as you want... as long as you possess the Holy Grail."

With a burst of light, a muscular man wielding a spear and shield, his helmet ablaze with flames, appeared in the center of the summoning circle.

"Servant, Lancer, Leonidas I, I am willing to be your spear and shield!" the heroic spirit named Leonidas I declared passionately.

"Hoo hoo, the spirits of the Battle of Thermopylae... Interesting. Well then, I'll use my life to kill those people... kill Rome."

"What consequences will the death of Emperor Nero and the collapse of Rome bring...? It's something to look forward to...?" A dangerous glint flashed in Rafe's eyes.

"Try to take back your beloved humanity from my hands... Chaldea..."

......

"...Is that so? The spirit core has already shattered..." Caesar said with some surprise as he looked at his body, which had begun to transform into spirit particles.

Nero ran over from a distance.

“Caesar…are you really Caesar?” she asked, looking at the portly Roman ruler with a mixture of skepticism and respect.

"Are you now the ruler of Rome?" Caesar seemed to still be holding on to something, and his spiritual foundation did not collapse for the time being.

"Master, do you need me..." Samura sheathed the dagger and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka.

“No need, Mr. Samura.” Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled. “That Heroic Spirit is no longer a threat, and it seems… she has something she wants to say to Miss Nero.”

“…I understand.” Zuocun stood silently behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, guarding her from both corners along with Lawrence.

“...Naturally, I am Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of Rome.” Nero looked at Caesar solemnly.

"How confident, how beautiful!" Caesar looked at Nero and laughed twice. "Although I have reasons to fight, and to stand against Rome as a dead man, but..."

"I am delighted to see that this generation of Rome (emperors) is still so vibrant and beautiful."

"Protect our Rome, Emperor Nero."

“Mr. Caesar,” Fujimaru Ritsuka asked.

"Hmm? You are that Assassin's Master. What is it? Please ask." Caesar smiled kindly. "As the victors, you have the right to ask me questions."

Zuocun stood behind Ritsuka, giving a barely perceptible smile.

After all, it was a fair and square defeat in a head-on battle. No heroic spirit with dignity would deny their defeat.

"I only have one question to ask, and that is... where is the capital of the United Roman Empire located?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked seriously.

"...I'm sorry, beautiful young lady, but this is the one question I cannot answer. I'm very sorry." Caesar's gaze held a hint of apology.

He had reached his limit, and his entire body was radiating golden light.

"Cleopatra..."

With a word that sounded like an exclamation, the heroic spirit Caesar transformed into magical molecules and vanished from the spot.

Saber—Caesar, exit.

“Gone…gone?” Nero looked very surprised.

Lawrence nodded: "He's dead. The death of a Servant. Caesar now must have returned to the Throne of Heroes."

Nero looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment.

Caesar... Uncle...

"Mr. Samura, are you alright?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Samura with some concern.

Zuocun shook his head: "Please rest assured, Master, with Lawrence's magical support, I'm not going to get injured."

"I have a feeling that with Mr. Caesar's Saber's magic resistance, he shouldn't have left the stage so quickly..." Fujimaru Ritsuka wondered.

“Master, you may have overlooked something.” Lawrence held up a finger. “You are Japanese, so you should be familiar with the most famous incident involving Samurai during his lifetime.”

Zuo Cun's lips twitched.

"Oh, you mean..."

"He assassinated two generations of shoguns, who were the de facto rulers of Japan at the time."

"A Heroic Spirit's strength, skills, and Noble Phantasm are all influenced by their actions in life, therefore..."

"So, in reality, does Mr. Samura become stronger when facing a Heroic Spirit who has been elevated to the status of a ruler?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Samura in surprise.

“That’s about it.” Zuo Cun didn’t answer, but Lawrence smiled and nodded instead.

Zuocun sighed.

Lawrence was arguably the colleague he least wanted to be alone with.

After all, in a sense, Lawrence is one of the many divergent individuals within Anno—

That's the strongest one.

Exceptional intelligence processing skills, near-omnipotent magic, medical and artistic abilities surpassing those of his lifetime, and...

Zuo Cun shook his head, thinking there was no point in thinking about such trivial matters.

"Your Majesty Nero, with this, Gaul has now been successfully reclaimed by us."

As the sun set, the war was nearing its end.

“Yes, I understand.” Nero nodded.

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Chapter 443 The Gods of the Mediterranean

After recapturing Gaul and arranging for the troops to be stationed there, Nero and Fujimaru Ritsuka and their entourage decided to set off back to Rome.

He had successfully defeated an emperor who was allied with the Roman Empire, but this did not make Nero happy; instead, it made him even more depressed.