Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

After ten years of working as a messenger, he became more certain of his inner thoughts:

He preferred this peaceful life to being a sultan.

But just when he was ready to live this life for the rest of his life, fate found him.

"Weak."

Murad II waved his sword. Although the Sultan died of malaria that broke out in the army in the singularity, this did not affect his ability, experience and martial arts. The fact that he personally commanded and won the Battle of Varna in history proved this.

Under the continuous attacks, Mehmed II could only resist with difficulty, and fighting back was unimaginable.

"cough--"

The Sultan coughed lightly. The man in front of him was stronger than he had imagined. He found it funny to think that he had asked him to duel with swords many times before.

"You still haven't made much progress."

He held the sword tightly in his hand, and his eyes met hers at that moment. It was a look that the Sultan had never seen before, cold, ruthless, and terrifying.

At the moment when the Sultan's heart wavered, Murad seized this flaw and suddenly increased the strength of the sword in his hand. There was no mercy on the sword, and it was as cold as ever.

"Ugh-"

Young Fatih paid the price for his actions, facing the unexpected sword, he subconsciously took a few steps back; as the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father, while he was retreating, the old Sultan turned the sword in his hand, from a horizontal slash to a stabbing, aiming directly at Muhammad's heart.

"Aha!"

At this moment, Mashu, who had gotten rid of the entanglement of the soldiers brought by Murad, charged towards the sword with his shield, buying Fatih a moment to breathe.

"Thank you."

Sultan was ready to regroup and launch a counterattack when he was held down by a hand.

"Although I understand your feelings, now is not the time to act on impulse."

"But......"

"This place is too close to Karaman. Don't you think he is well prepared?"

"I......"

"You will meet again sooner or later."

"......good......"

The Sultan, who originally wanted to continue fighting, suddenly came to his senses. He looked back and could see a large crowd of people rushing towards him in the distance. With his current group of less than 20 people, he would probably be beheaded the next day if they were caught in the crowd.

"Now... retreat."

Even though he said he was reluctant, he acted very quickly, not giving the enemy any chance at all.

In fact, someone did come, but he was a StarCraft player.

"I'm beginning to wonder if you're letting me off the hook, Murad."

"Even if we let go, it won't be of the same level, Flaunos." Murad II said as he looked at the receding figure.

"As long as I'm alive, I'll always be his father, so what are you going to do next?"

"Now? I should go find my companions."

30 minutes later, when Mashu confirmed through Chaldea that the Servant's reaction had disappeared, he told everyone present the news.

"I can no longer sense the presence of servants. The enemy forces seem to have begun to retreat. We should be safe for a short time."

"...Father might be the general of that legion. I didn't expect to see that face again."

Fatih sat there in a daze with the water bag in his hand. The past gradually came to his mind, and in the end he sadly discovered that he did not have any precious and beautiful memories with his father.

"What a failure in life."

"The enemy seems to be moving in the form of a spirit. It's the equivalent of retreating. Thank you for your hard work. Servant, Murad II, is probably Saber in class, and there is a possibility that he has a Master behind him."

"Oh, um, how do you put it?"

"What...what happened?" Mashu was a little nervous and even a little guilty.

"From a while ago, there is a man whose voice I can only hear but whose presence I cannot see. Could he be the magician you mentioned at the beginning?"

"It will be easy if you can understand the existence of magic. Yes, we all came all the way here from the Chaldea region over the mountains and hills."

"It doesn't matter. As long as you can show your bravery and ingenious strategy, you'll be a hero."

Ah, I was interrupted. Are all these monarchs so independent? Romani thought in Chaldea.

"Although I'm not sure about the situation of the missing person, your battle was truly spectacular. It deserves praise once again!"

"Then please allow me, the unworthy Sultan, to introduce myself once again. My name is Muhammad, the seventh monarch of the Ottoman Empire and the Ottoman Sultan of this era."

"Of course, you can also call me Fatih, which means "conqueror" in our language. I like this name very much, but unfortunately I am not qualified at all now."

He spread his hands, looking helpless.

"After all, I am just an old messenger who has been with me for ten years. The people around me are all my personal soldiers who have followed me for a long time. I tried every means to dismiss them at that time, but in the end, no one left. They have been with me for ten years. If I hadn't met you today, I would probably die here."

Although being a messenger is very comfortable.

"No, it's nothing, Mr. Fatih."

Ophelia never imagined that they would win a big prize.

At the age of 21, Sultan Mehmed II was able to command the Ottoman Turkish army to capture Constantinople and destroy the Byzantine Empire, fulfilling the long-cherished wish of several generations of sultans and ending the Middle Ages single-handedly. He was hailed as the true founder of the Ottoman Empire, and this achievement was enough to make him a TOP-level servant.

But new problems were put before Chaldea.

A sultan actually became a messenger?

And it was a full ten years?

Romani originally wanted to throw out these questions one by one, but when he thought of Ritsuka's lucky draw of "Nero Claudius", he changed his mind.

"So Mr. Fatih, where are we going?"

"Where to go? Of course I'm going back to Bursa. After all, I still have to report to the king."

PS1: I’ll be done with the exam this afternoon, Wuhu?(^?^*)

PS2: Big Sweet Potato should learn Chinese quickly and run away. There is really no future for him staying in the French team.

PS3: I really want to play the role of Lei Lu (not really)

To be honest, the other two Herrschers are just MVs, but the Herrscher of Thunder is an animation. Isn't this another kind of card?

Chapter 016 The Invisible City

It was surrounded by a gray brick wall with some round gates on it, and groups of gray donkeys often came and went carrying food and firewood.

"Please accept the investigation."

Fatih stood in a long line of people. He had become accustomed to this kind of life. During the war years, the management in this regard was particularly strict. Although he had been high and mighty in the past, after experiencing ten years of ordinary people's life, he had long lost his youthful and frivolous appearance.

"It's hard to believe that you were once the owner of this place."

"But now it's all gone."

Gradually, the team lined up in front of him. The guards remained as usual, and did not seem to do anything strange because of the identity of the man in front of them.

——That’s right, there was nothing strange about his behavior, he just came closer and said a few words, that’s all.

“Geri hos geldiniz Sudan. [Welcome back, Sudan.]”

[They are my friends.]

In fact, for all the Ottomans in this city, it was an open secret that the messenger named Fatih was their former Sultan. What was even more amazing was that they all kept this secret covered up for ten years.

This is a secret that cannot be told.

After all, who else but the Sultan would name himself the Conqueror?

"You seem somewhat familiar with the soldier at the door."

"I've been a messenger for ten years, and the same people come and go. I've become familiar with this face."

Fatih was calm and composed. As a language genius, he communicated with Mashu and the others in Latin, but he used his own Turkish language to communicate with the guards at the door.

But just because Matthew doesn't know doesn't mean Romani doesn't know.

Bursa is an extremely large city, named after its builder, King Prusias of Bithynia, and became the capital of the Ottoman Empire in 1326.

The city was covered with gray fog day and night. You couldn't buy bleached cloth in this place. If you bought the whitest cloth, you would find it gray when you looked at it closely. Over time, the Sultan's voice became deeper. In the past, he would exhale a breath of white air on a cold day, and when he looked closely, he would find that it was also gray. If it weren't for the green mosque, the first four-towered mosque in the country, which still had some color, the city would really be gray.

The city's color tone is consistent with the Middle Ages, and just like the Middle Ages that are about to enter their grave, this story is destined to have a gray beginning.

"This is the capital city of Bursa, everyone."

“It’s really full of energy…!”

“Everyone is smiling!”

"After all, this is the best capital city in the world."

Fatih was indescribably happy when talking about his birthplace, which is one of the few things he is proud of.

It was great that she was not harmed. With this in mind, Fatih took an apple from the fruit stand.

"Later... um, shopkeeper. This apple..."

"Welcome light...Ahh, please allow me to wash with water."

"Then trouble you."

The owner of the fruit stall looked a little frightened when he took the apple, as if he had received a reward.

"No need to be so respectful, shopkeeper. Hmm, hmm... this apple is really delicious." He bit the apple, as if he remembered something, turned around and looked at the "reinforcements" who were fascinated by the appearance of this thousand-year-old city and spoke.

"How about you guys have one too? After all, we just came off the battlefield. Sweet fruit is very effective in relieving battlefield fatigue. It is said that the secret to staying healthy for those masters with shiny hair on their heads is to eat more apples every day."

"No, I don't need it. I appreciate your kindness..." Li Xiang trembled and dared not move, and the memories gradually came to his mind again.

Although I don't know where he knew this story, Lixiang really doesn't want to crack apples anymore.

"Then does this pink-haired girl want to eat some? It's delicious. Here, you're welcome."

Faced with the store owner's kindness, Mashu had no choice but to accept the apple.

"Then I won't be polite."

When they reached the intersection in front of the palace, Fatih stopped.

"We have to say goodbye here."

As a messenger, he had to go back to report; and as Nero's guards, they had to return to the Rose Emperor. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be the last time they met.

"Mr. Fatih..."

"Although I know I shouldn't say this, I understand that you are all upright people and I hope you can be safe."

"Well, you too, take care."

"Take care, I wish you peace and happiness."

Peace and happiness, success in everything, no regrets in the future, and a fulfilled future are the Sultan's sincere wishes for them.

But after they parted, Ophelia asked a serious question.

"Um, does anyone know where Nero Claudius is stationed?"

Thump thump thump

Everyone looked at each other, and finally Ritsuka raised his hand.

"...I'll go ask."

Just as Li Xiang was about to leave, something happened at the market behind him.

"...Huh. What's going on? Is there something going on at the market?"

"Woo, woooo! What are you doing? What are you doing to my store?"

"Fuwu!?"

The mob emerged from nowhere and began to loot the stalls along the street. It seemed that this city was not as indestructible as Fatih said.

"In my Rome, you actually committed such atrocities against my people! No matter what, this is unforgivable!"

Hmm, this tone belongs to the emperor. It seems that I have always been good at drawing cards. I hope I can have such good luck after returning to Chaldea.