Quiet Blessing

In the year 241 of the 6th era, Constantinople was in turmoil.
Emperor Constantine personally lead his army, which was completely annihilated. The pagan empire, riding on the wave of a great victory, annexed the entire eastern territory of the empire, and its military might pointed directly at the capital.
The 17-year-old imperial princess Theodora ascended the throne in crisis, facing what was already a terribly damaged realm.
Rome was about to fall.
....................
The wheels of fate spun wildly as a transmigrator appeared on the streets of Constantinople.
"According to the original plot, it was only a matter of time before Constantinople would fall." he pondered.
"Perhaps I should first whisk away the empress."
(The book is categorized under game fantasy worlds, set in a magically altered Middle Ages, and another title is 'I Really Can't Lead This Team')

Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?

Following the underground passage, Aske arrived at the red team's training ground.


Pushing the door open, he saw gladiators scattered in the corners, each training by themselves. Some practiced slashing with swords, some thrust with long spears, others defended with shields against their companion's attacks, and some pummeled sandbags, displaying their solid, bronze-colored large muscles.


Aske took a piece of ring iron plate armor from the rack nearby and put it on, then switched to iron boots and an iron helmet, and took a two-handed greatsword from the weapon stand.


The entire room's gladiators then turned their gaze towards him.


"Hey, chick!" a muscular brute came over. He was a strong man of about one eighty-five meters tall, bare-chested, showing off developed pectorals and a six-pack, "This isn't where you belong! Scram back to your mom and go suck milk!"


"I'm a newly enrolled fighter for the red team," Aske stated blandly.


Chapter 32: Weapon Master Bloodline