I really didn't want to burn it.

Artoria noticed this situation as she walked along. From her perspective, it was as if the Roman Empire from hundreds of years ago had just crashed down on her.

This made Artoria, who had originally only come to find a man and enjoy sightseeing, become serious.

She discovered that this Rome could be a major crisis facing Britain.

Because of the presence of a flower magician by her side, Artoria quickly guessed that someone might have summoned Rome at its peak.

To confirm her suspicions, Artoria requested an audience with the Roman emperor as soon as she entered Rome.

Clearly, Artoria was treating this trip as a very formal state visit.

If my guess is correct, then the emperor sitting on the Roman throne now is very likely the same one from hundreds of years ago.

"I hope that emperor made a similar discovery to me..."

In Artoria's mind, the best solution to the current situation is for Britain and Rome to join forces to solve the problem.

After all, on her way here, she had already silently assessed the gap in national strength between her own Britain and Rome.

The final result was somewhat disappointing; only Britain, particularly the British Isles and Gaul, was indeed weaker than Rome.

Simply resorting to force is not the best strategy.

But would that legendary tyrannical emperor really speak to me properly?

Although she didn't directly intervene, Artoria was keeping a close eye on the situation.

As far as she knew, Rome perceived Britain as a bunch of ignorant barbarians.

This arrogant attitude could very well be an obstacle to both parties getting to know each other better.

Due to the urgency of the situation, Artoria separated from Leon and the others as soon as she entered Rome—she was heading directly to the palace.

Before leaving, Li Ang asked Artoria.

"Miss Morgan, what are your thoughts on the struggle between Rome and Britain over Gaul?"

Artoria narrowed her eyes slightly and replied, "I am undoubtedly on Britain's side."

“I understand.” Li Ang nodded slightly, then asked one last question, “Miss Morgan, have there been any changes in Britain recently?”

"what you mean?"

Artoria looked at Li Ang with a complicated expression. Did the fact that he asked this question mean that he had also noticed the unusual nature of the world?

Or is this guy the culprit?

Li Ang asked tentatively, "For example, what unusual movements have the barbarians made, or what strange people have appeared in Gaul?"

“No, at least I haven’t heard of anything like that,” Artoria replied with a smile. “On the contrary, Rome changes quite quickly.”

“That ‘you all’ is really hurtful.”

Although he said that, Li Ang did not show any sadness on his face.

He jumped off the carriage and stood with Mash and the others.

"If Miss Morgan encounters any trouble in Rome, she can come to the Holmes house to find me."

"Okay, I know."

Artoria waved goodbye to Li Ang and the others through the car window.

“Little Mashu, if you want to know about your father’s embarrassing moments, you can come to the embassy in Rome to find me. I will definitely treat you well.”

Mashu awkwardly declined, "Well... let's forget about it."

She had no interest in hearing a stranger's scandal.

"We're finally back, Rome."

After Artoria and the delegation left, Li Ang looked at the magnificent Arc de Triomphe and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

"Compared to that, what the hell is this so-called Sherlock Holmes family?" Chloris retorted sarcastically. "Does such a noble family really exist in Rome?"

"If I want it, I will have it."

Li Ang winked at Chloris teasingly.

“Take this.” Li Ang took out a letter and a pendant that looked like a token. “Go to an inn called [Fenglin Bathing Pool]. That inn should be easy to find. Just give the letter and this to the owner, and he will know what to do.”

"That name is so tacky," Chloris complained.

“There’s nothing I can do, your man has trouble naming things.” Li Ang tapped Chloris’s nose.

"We're going, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get some fresh air," Li Ang said, waving his hand.

"Mr. Holmes."

"Ok?"

Li Ang, who had just taken two steps, turned back to look at Chloris, who had called out to him.

"You absolutely mustn't get involved with any women, especially not with that witch you talked to the whole way."

"Don't worry, I won't. I'm just going to see an old friend in Rome."

Li Ang shrugged slightly, then stepped across the bustling avenue.

"You always use this tone when you lie, okay?"

After Li Ang had already walked away, Chloris added a helpless whisper.

"Okay, let's do as Li Ang suggested and find a bathhouse... What's wrong with you guys?"

When Chloris saw Mash and the others stop at an intersection, she looked up in shock and couldn't help but ask.

"Sister Chloris, um..."

Mashu reached out and touched a sculpture above her.

They couldn't see it because it was blocked by the house, but they finally noticed it now that they've crossed the intersection.

"This is……"

Chloris saw it too, and her eyes narrowed.

That is a sculpture of Li Ang.

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In the gardens of the British capital, King Mordred of Britain is having afternoon tea with his former queen Guinevere and her close knights.

“What a pity.” Guinevere put down her teacup with regret. “If only you could keep that cat. I’m quite lonely in the harem.”

"If you really want to have a pet, just tell me. Forget about that cat; it's a matter of national dignity."

Mordred tried to dissuade Guinevere from her idea.

A glint of light flashed in Guinevere's eyes: "You said it yourself, don't disappoint your mother."

Mordred's lips twitched; she realized she had been tricked by this nominal mother.

"Okay, what kind of pet do you want?"

Mordred gave him a look of defeat, shaking her head as she accepted being ruthlessly fleeced by Guinevere.

"I want to raise Xiao Mo."

Guinevere looked at Mo with her big, watery eyes.

"I'm not your pet!"

Mordred's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

"What a pity... what about Artoria?"

Guinevere tilted her head and gave the second option.

"What do you take your husband for?"

"A playful lion."

"..."

The other Knights of the Round Table turned their faces away to avoid spitting their tea on the table.

“If I could take care of my father, I’d love to,” Mordred said. “Like feeding him, taking him for walks, and bathing him…”

"Xiao Mo, you're drooling."

Mordred, her face slightly flushed, wiped the corner of her mouth. "Please say it leaked, thank you."

"If Artoria isn't an option... then I'd like to raise Leon."

"Pfft—why this guy?"

"Because that jerk confessed his feelings to her and then just ran away. She thought she could live happily ever after like the princess in the story..."

Guinevere waved her little pink fist. "For someone so irresponsible, it's best to chain them up."

"hehe."

Mordred chuckled twice.

"If it were Li Ang, I'd really like to raise him, whipping him while taming this guy...hehehe~"

Guinevere nodded in agreement, "Yeah, yeah, seeing that guy looking at me expectantly as he asks for a reward... that look is the best..."

Gareth, standing nearby, muttered under his breath, "So this is the real reason why Brother Li Ang ran away, right?"

Gao Wen nodded calmly.

"Pfft..."

Merlin, on the other hand, was laughing very happily, as if his idol account had suddenly gained 10 followers.

"why are you laughing?"

Merlin said cheekily, "I'm really looking forward to the scene where Artoria brings Leon back~?"

"Do you have an idea?"

"Of course, I'd love to see how Leon begs for mercy at Artoria's feet."

"Why don't you practice it yourself first?!"

"what?"

Before Merlin could react, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

"Merlin, you are absolutely amazing!"

Agravan was smiling, but his eyes held no smile, only deep anger.

"You flatter me..."

Merlin chuckled and clasped his hands together in a gesture of pleading.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Why didn't those two drag you to Rome... No! Stop! It hurts! I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! Please stop!..."

"Merlin! Go to [beep-!]! I'm going to stuff your [beep-!] into [beep-! beep-!]'s [beep-!], and then feed [beep-!] and [beep-!]!"

A bloody murder took place in the courtyard, but no one present wanted to step forward to stop it.

If Merlin gets beaten up, then he deserves it.

This is a consensus among all the Knights of the Round Table.

More than Merlin being beaten, everyone is more concerned about why Agravan is angry.

It's worth noting that although Agravan always had a sour face, he was definitely one of the best-tempered among the Knights of the Round Table.

Normally, Agguwen would just complain, but it's very rare for him to swear like this.

“Oh dear, Agguwen is really angry this time.”

Mordred said, oblivious to the world around him.

"Is that right?"

“Even when he’s about to curse, he’ll usually say something roundabout like, ‘I really want to use a woman’s body part to curse you as a close relative of a mule.’ But this time he just started cursing directly, which is really strange.”

Gao Wen stroked his chin and began to think.