The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Mordred took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat.

Nightingale and Gareth hugged Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji respectively.

Of course, Shuten-doji was totally dissatisfied with this seating arrangement.

She also wanted to sit in the passenger seat next to Ian like Mordred.

No matter how bad it is——

You can’t sit on this number two cow!

Just the breasts alone make me feel physically uncomfortable!

But Shuten-doji also knew that this was not the time for him to talk about these things.

Just bear with it...just consider it as respect for the uncle!

Mordred didn't know what happened next. At this moment, her attention was completely focused on the huge robot her father had just made.

"Father...Master!"

"What was that robot just now?!"

"Oh?" Ian, who was holding the steering wheel, responded to his daughter.

"you saw it?"

"Hmm!" Mordred answered excitedly, "How did you get that thing?! Master, I'm very curious!"

"..."

"Ahem." Ian coughed lightly a few times. "It's hard to explain—in short, it's something like a gift."

"Something like a gift?"

Mordred blinked.

It was obvious that Ian's words made her even more curious.

"Who gave that gift to my father?"

"...Maybe you can call her sister?"

"Father's sister... Hey——!" Mordred grabbed Ian's hand, "Who is that?"

"I'm driving, don't move!"

"Ouch, sorry!" Mordred quickly retracted his hand.

"But I really want to know."

"You want to know about that robot, right?"

"Hey, you found me~"

Mordred scratched his face.

"I think that thing looks so amazing—I really wish I could touch it myself if I could!"

"By the way, speaking of which."

Mordred looked at his father Ian beside him.

"What is His name?"

"Yeah... that's Athena."

"Athena?" When Mordred heard the name called out by his father, he suddenly felt that it sounded a little familiar.

"Wait a minute, isn't this exactly the same as that goddess' name?!"

Although what Mordred said was very close to the truth.

But Ian decided to keep this secret for Athena for the time being.

The reason is simple. If He knew that I "created" Him, it would be a huge trouble.

Just when Ian was about to say something to Mordred——

Suddenly, a golden flash that reached the sky was heard in the distance.

The next moment, Ian saw a huge theater rising from the ground.

And that was something he was familiar with—

Nero's Noble Phantasm, the Golden Theater where nightmares descend (Aestus Domus Aurea)!

581. Nero and Ian's Love Witness/The Lancers of the Fianna Knights (4k)

What appeared in Ian's sight was a huge golden theater.

Under the sunlight, the building made of gold glows with a different color. No matter who says it, it is absolutely impossible not to see how conspicuous it is.

Of course, for everyone in the car at this moment, the only one who understood this was Ian himself.

That was Nero's Noble Phantasm, a gigantic theater she had erected out of grief after his passing.

The countless sorrows in her heart were hidden here and then buried like dust.

only--

Ian didn't want to see Nero's theater at a time like this.

The reason is simple:

This is not something Nero wants to show off. If he sees her at this time, it means that she is likely in danger!

and--

Even if the situation wasn't like this, this was clearly an opportunity to get her back.

Ian knew he couldn't miss it.

Without having time to report to Edison in front, Ian directly stopped the car he had prepared.

"Wait for me here, don't move around!"

Without waiting for anyone in the car to respond, Ian ran directly towards where the Golden Theater was.

For him who had gained a lot of power, such a journey was not an insurmountable boundary.

Soon, Ian arrived near the scene.

As predicted, Nero was indeed here, but with her was someone else.

I saw that they were two spearmen.

A man with golden hair, his hair was tied into a curl at the back of his head like a ponytail.

However, he did not take action, but just watched from the sidelines.

Holding a spear about two meters long, he was looking at Nero in front of him with a complicated look, an attitude that could not be described as respectful but also not contemptuous at all.

The other one was a man with black hair. His bangs were curled into a spiral shape in front of his forehead, which looked quite conspicuous.

He held a red spear and a yellow spear, and was the main force fighting against Nero.

But his expression looked quite wrong.

It is obvious that he feels that this two-on-one situation is very bad.

Judging from the magic emanating from them, these were not the native people of the United States in 1783, but servants who had descended here in some unknown way.

But Nero's attitude remained the same.

The young empress, holding the Aestus estus (Primordial Fire), unfolded her Noble Phantasm, the Aestus Domus Aurea (Golden Theater of Nightmare), and pointed it at the spearman before her.

"Diarmuid Odinah! Keep going!"

"I am the Emperor of Rome, I will never lose to you!"

"..."

The spearman was not angry when Nero called out his name directly.

He just looked at the young emperor in front of him and asked a question that Ian could not understand at all.

"Why... do you want to stand against us? You are obviously a Servant who doesn't belong to this era, right?"

"It's reasonable for you to be on our side."

"There has never been such a statement—"

Nero gripped the Aestus estus in his hand a little tighter.

"There is only one person in this world who can command me."

"That's my teacher. No one else can talk to me in that tone."

"Tsk."

Diarmuid Odina snorted coldly.

"Emperor of Rome, it seems that you are determined to go against us."

"In that case—"

"Don't blame me!"

Having said this, the spearman holding two guns rushed towards Nero.

He would not tell the young emperor in front of him that the red gun in his hand was not an ordinary weapon.

This is the Demon-Breaking Red Rose (Gae Dearg).

A magic spear given by Angus, the god of love and youth and the strongest druid, to his son Diarmuid Odinar.

As long as they can touch the opponent, they can instantly negate the defense formed by magic power.

This also means——

Even though Nero has already activated his Noble Phantasm, the Golden Theatre of Nightmare (Aestus Domus Aurora), there is still a chance to completely destroy it!

However, at this moment...

Diarmuid Odinar sensed an unprecedented murderous intent.

Soon, he felt the source of this murderous intent.

An arrow is flying towards him!

"what?!"

Although he had never expected to encounter such an attack at this time, Diarmuid Odinah was still one of the famous knights of the Order of Fianna.

He quickly adjusted his state, and then used his other gun, the Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe), to block the arrow.

Of course, this gun also has its own special effects.

That is, it can exert an effect similar to "magic ban" on those it harms. If you are lucky, you may even be able to completely seal a wide-area special move like Excalibur.

But now——

Considering the problem of weapons, it basically cannot play such a role.

Duang!

The arrow was blocked by the Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe).

Diarmuid Odinah also took this opportunity to see clearly the person who launched it.

He was a well-built man. Although his clothes looked quite modern, his whole body gave off a feeling of coming from the Age of Gods.

"You are……"

Diarmuid Odinah crossed his demon-breaking red rose (Gae Dearg) and his annihilating yellow rose (Gae Buidhe) in front of him, adopting a defensive stance.

"Ian Pendragon."

The man drew the bow in his hand to its full draw—it was something created through “memory projection,” a specialized version of Atalanta’s Tauropolos.

Although it doesn't have the same effect as praying to the Moon God and the Sun God, it is enough to serve as a weapon of support in times like this.