I really didn't want to burn it.

A few days later, the first Rome vs. Britain duel to the death (named by Nero) officially began.

Because Gawain was also going to participate in the competition, Li Ang entered the arena under Gareth's escort.

DD will replace Leon, disguised as "Sansong," and stay with the other 6 Servants.

Li Ang will only switch roles with DD when "Sanson" takes the field.

There's no guarantee that Nero and Artoria won't verify their identities at the beginning, so Li Ang thinks it's better for him to show himself in person for a while.

The reason for letting DD go instead of Ritsuka is that Leon needs his Master to be present at all times to record the Servants' data. It would be very inconvenient if Ritsuka had to impersonate Leon.

"Li Ang, over here."

Guided by Gareth, Leon walked through the corridor. Soon, a luxurious door appeared before him.

Unlike the regular audience seats, this super VIP seat is completely separated from the rest of the area, and it looks incredibly luxurious.

"It has a Nero vibe."

Li Ang chuckled and pulled the handle as he entered the private room.

However, when Li Ang saw the scene inside the private room, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Li Ang originally thought it would be a small private room with only a few people, but it turned out to be a super large and luxurious private room that could accommodate dozens of people.

The great nobles of Rome and their families, relatives of senators, daughters of legionary generals, sons of ministers, and so on.

Looking around, all you see are important figures standing at the top of this country.

Don't ask Li Ang how they met; these people have been spending a lot of money at his bathhouse these past few days.

Li Ang didn't mind having so many people in the private room; in fact, it made it easier for him to sneak away.

But he immediately dismissed the idea after seeing the woman sitting in the right corner of the private room.

Judging from her pale silver hair and her face, which resembled Artoria's, Li Ang immediately guessed that the other person was the real Morgan.

According to information sent by Mashu a few days ago, Leon already knows that Morgan has appeared in Rome with the Holy Grail.

But when he actually met the other person, Li Ang was still surprised, and he even had the thought of turning around and leaving.

"Li Ang, please. Your seat is right next to your mother."

Gareth nudged Leon in the back.

"Gareth, why is your mother here?" Leon asked the wolf girl knight with an embarrassed expression.

“Isn’t she perfectly normal?” Gareth laughed. “Of course she cares about this game.”

Li Ang shook his head slightly, and walked to Morgan's side with the same resentment he felt when he was a child going to school.

"Oh, who are you?"

Morgan looked at Li Ang with an aggressive gaze and asked in a tone that suggested he already knew the answer.

“I am Leon Farther. Miss Morgan, we finally meet.” Leon introduced himself with a sigh.

"You must be our all-knowing and all-powerful Prime Minister of Britain? You are indeed a handsome man. Please have a seat."

Morgan licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, seemingly regarding the harmless Leon as some kind of prey.

Seeing this, Li Ang took a step back.

The other person's intention to flirt with him was too obvious; he didn't want to get entangled with them.

"No, I see there are still seats over there..."

Morgan said with a smile, "The seat next to me is empty, Lord Falter, please take a seat."

"that……"

"Artoria has agreed, so please have a seat."

"No, I think the view from there..."

"sit."

“…Excuse me.”

Li Ang sat stiffly next to Morgan, his eyes fixed on the arena below the stands, demonstrating what it means to be "well-behaved."

Morgan nodded in satisfaction, and gave Li Ang a charming, sweet smile.

Li Ang felt goosebumps spreading from the soles of his feet all the way to the top of his head.

Judging by Morgan's appearance alone, she was indeed a graceful and elegant lady in her prime.

But as soon as he thought about the other party's sensitive identity, Li Ang couldn't muster any interest at all.

Ugh, I really want to give them the middle finger and turn around and walk away.

Leon sighed and blew on the stray hairs on his forehead, hoping that Nero and Artoria would arrive soon.

Morgan seemed to read Li Ang's mind and explained to him, "There's no need to wait. The two leading ladies won't be coming today."

“They’re with their competitors so it’s easier for them to direct them on the spot,” Morgan said, raising an eyebrow. “Because they didn’t want you to sit with someone else, they put you in a VIP box.”

"I see... Wait, how come I didn't know that?"

"What if you insist on spending time with someone?" Morgan said with the air of someone who's been there. "Girls' hearts are very delicate; they're afraid you'll make the choice first."

"That's not it."

"what is that?"

"Of course... it's nothing."

Li Ang wanted to say that "Sanson" didn't know Nero would give orders on the spot, but that was a secret Morgan couldn't possibly know.

So Li Ang gave up talking to Morgan and started playing with his own black cat.

Originally, Li Ang wanted to use Phil as a cover to conceal the incongruity of DD impersonating him.

Looking back now, Li Ang thinks it's a good thing he brought his cat along.

Otherwise, in this situation, where he can neither flirt with his own maid nor flirt with the Flower Goddess, he would be bored to death.

If he could, Li Ang would certainly like DD to come and replace him as soon as possible, but he could only choose to stay in the private room because he could tell that Morgan seemed to have something to ask him.

Hopefully, this woman can finish asking all the questions she needs to before "Sanson" takes the stage.

With other things on his mind, Leon teased Phil's fingers a little harder.

"Meow~"

Phil scratched at Li Ang's fingers with his paws in displeasure, whether he was annoyed by Li Ang's way of playing with him or expressing his dissatisfaction with Li Ang making him leave the soft marshmallow.

"You heartless bastard, are you planning to go on a diet tonight?"

Li Ang reached out to hit him.

"Meow~"

Seeing that its master was angry, Phil quickly let out a soft, ingratiating meow. It then gently licked the back of Leon's hand with its tongue, as if to show its loyalty.

Morgan glanced at Leon, who was thoroughly enjoying his fight with the cat, and said, seemingly casually:

"Speaking of which, it seems that Falt and Artoria have a very good relationship."

"Could this... be considered 'very good'?"

Li Ang's lips twitched.

Using "good or bad" to explain his relationship with Artoria made Li Ang feel very awkward.

"Rather than saying we have a good relationship... well... we're just... well, the relationship is complicated."

Li Ang replied with a conflicted expression. He simply couldn't define his relationship with Artoria.

Morgan quipped, "I think the relationship between you two is similar to that between you and this cat."

"Ok?"

"It's like throwing a bone to a pet to fetch."

Li Ang, looking exasperated, muttered, "That's basically a dog, okay?"

Hearing Li Ang's words, Morgan smiled happily from the bottom of his heart.

"It seems you're quite self-aware, Falter."

Li Ang waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, that's not true at all."

Li Ang felt that titles like "loyal dog" were detrimental to his reputation.

[Back in the Qin Dynasty, the host was constantly being called the emperor's lackey.]

So I sent the guy who said those things to meet the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Li Ang let out a disdainful snort.

Morgan was about to say something when a burst of cheers suddenly erupted in the private room.

Morgan had no choice but to give up on continuing her conversation with Leon. She sat up straight and looked down at the arena.

"It looks like the match is about to begin."

“No,” Li Ang denied. “Based on my understanding of Rome, there should be a pre-match speech. Since Nero isn’t playing, then… damn, how could it be him?”

"Who?"

Under Morgan's bewildered gaze, a frail old man stepped onto the podium.

“The Grand Elder of the Senate,” Li Ang muttered under his breath, “He was already here when I was in the Senate. So many years have passed, and this old thing is still alive.”

"Forehead……"

Hearing Leon's rude words, even Morgan was completely unable to remain calm.

Li Ang then pulled Gareth aside, making her stand directly in front of him.

"Quick, block it for me."

"Hey?"

"No, I won't run away. You just hold them off for me."

Li Ang explained in a very impatient tone, "This is the old geezer's favorite show, and he loves to talk nonsense. It's so annoying."

"And this old man has a very sharp eye. If he finds out that I haven't been paying attention, he'll definitely scold me in front of the entire arena."

Hearing Li Ang's explanation, Morgan almost stumbled and fell off his chair.

Although Morgan had heard her children talk about Leon's wild and unruly ways, she was still speechless when she actually witnessed it.

Morgan quite liked this kind of pomp and circumstance, or rather, she dreamed of standing majestically in front of everyone and being cheered by the people.

Morgan dreamed of experiencing that feeling of ruling the world and looking down upon all living beings.

However, the man in front of him seemed completely unconcerned, his eyes filled only with impatience and annoyance.

What kind of man are you, really?

A person's behavior in private can reflect their character and essence, and this former British prime minister seems to be truly indifferent to fame and fortune.

This made Morgan a little frustrated.

Why did he help Artoria so selflessly?

If Leon knew Artoria was a girl, then Morgan could call it love. But the other party clearly thought his sister was a man before...

In reality, Li Ang was simply tired of being in a position of power. Back in the Tang Dynasty, he was also someone who liked to put on airs and show off.

To put it bluntly, Li Ang has been eating too much rich food and has long lost interest in anything new.

Unfortunately, Morgan didn't know that she thought Leon was truly without desires.

Regardless of Morgan's opinion of him, Li Ang tossed an apple to Phil and picked up an apple for himself to eat.

The elder below, under the influence of magic, was giving a loud speech, spouting nonsense about the enduring friendship between Rome and Britain, peaceful coexistence, and harmonious competition.

Not to mention Li Ang and Morgan, not a single person in the audience believed this story.

"yawn."

When the old man got to the third paragraph, Morgan couldn't help but yawn.

This speech was so boring. Watching Leon and Phil eat apples was much more interesting.