The Golden Theater Where a Maiden Sings

"Clang!"

Nero's merciless sword was caught between two of Mo Shuying's fingers.

Mo Shuying looked at the young woman, who was identical to Artoria, and offered a kind smile.

Nero looked very much like Artoria, with the only differences being her better figure and bolder personality; otherwise, they were quite similar.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. I am not a bad person."

Mo Shuying spoke. He wasn't there to fight.

"Hmph, now that you're before me, there's no need to keep up the pretense. Just tell me who sent you to assassinate me!"

After Rome was unified, assassins attempting to kill Nero never ceased, and Nero had grown used to it.

"I told you, I'm not! Actually, I'm not from this world. I came here because I wanted to discuss something with Your Majesty."

Mo Shuying didn't hide the truth. He knew Nero was outwardly bold but inwardly sensitive, and lying would only be counterproductive.

"Not from this world? Are you mocking me?"

Nero's anger flared, and Aestus Estus burst into flames.

She thought Mo Shuying would be startled and release her sword, but to her surprise, Mo Shuying remained completely unfazed.

"I am not deceiving Your Majesty. It's only because I acted too quickly; otherwise, I would have certainly helped you conquer all of Rome."

Mo Shuying reached out and suppressed Aestus Estus. Nero realized she couldn't budge Mo Shuying at all.

This situation, paradoxically, calmed Nero down. If Mo Shuying truly intended to assassinate her, he wouldn't have said so much.

"What exactly do you mean?"

Nero asked, still warily looking at Mo Shuying.

Mo Shuying collected his thoughts, then spoke.

"It's like this, Your Majesty: not long ago, there was a war here. Your opponents were a group of emperors who had long since died but returned as Heroic Spirits. They fought you for Rome. Do you remember that? Then we appeared."

Mo Shuying didn't hide anything, explaining the situation. He also told Nero about that specific storyline from the game, informing her that this was how things were supposed to happen.

Nero listened and fell silent. After a long while, she spoke.

"Mm, it's a good script. I'll appropriate it."

Nero was an emperor who loved watching plays and was also fond of performing—dancing, opera, playwriting, and even costume design. She was the queen of Rome's fashion trends.

"This… do as you please."

Mo Shuying didn't care, though he worried about what history might unearth later.

"So, I vaguely remember that I had two warriors under my command, Boudica and Spartacus, who later disappeared. I once even suspected that Boudica was that Queen of Britain. So, what you're saying is true?"

Nero was somewhat surprised. Strictly speaking, she and Boudica were enemies, and she hadn't expected Boudica to help her after death.

"It's true, Your Majesty. For Boudica, it was probably her love for this land above all else. She has a mother's heart."

Mo Shuying replied.

"Truly amazing… Servant… Heroic Spirit. Ha! I thought it was just my deceased uncle. I never expected even Julius Caesar, and even the ancestor Romulus, to be here. But it's reasonable for them to become Heroic Spirits, because they are the pride of Rome!"

At this, a happy, proud smile appeared on Nero's face.

She suddenly turned to Mo Shuying and asked,

"I ask you, do you think I can become a Heroic Spirit? Or rather, am I worthy?"

Mo Shuying smiled when he heard Nero's words. The young emperor asked this question with a hint of insecurity, as if deeply afraid that her achievements weren't enough compared to her predecessors, and that she might not even qualify to become a Heroic Spirit.

"Naturally, Your Majesty is the Emperor of Rome, a glorious symbol of Rome. You are naturally outstanding. Becoming a Heroic Spirit is a trivial matter."

Mo Shuying replied.

Nero smiled, and it quickly turned into booming laughter.

"Hahaha! Good! Very good! I am very happy! Tonight, I shall host a banquet! Oh, and unknown assassin, can you come? This is a king's invitation."

Nero invited Mo Shuying to the banquet, but Mo Shuying shook his head.

"I must leave. I hope we have a chance to meet again in the future."

Mo Shuying spoke words laden with meaning, then his body transformed into points of light and vanished.

Watching Mo Shuying's miraculous disappearance, Nero turned to look at the prosperous Rome, a smile gracing her lips.

"Rome… This is my Rome!!"

Mo Shuying returned to Chaldea. This mission made Mo Shuying realize that sometimes, support has to be sought out.

If you don't seek it, support won't just come to you. It's like an opportunity—if you don't seize it, it will disappear.

There was another gain.

Mo Shuying went to Rome specifically for this experiment.

That is, some exceptionally outstanding ordinary people, even after history returned, still retained fragmented memories, which could be restored through guidance.

This made things easier. As long as support was in place, even the Demon God King could be utterly defeated.

The first thing Mo Shuying did after returning to his room, feeling relieved, was to lie down and rest. He took a shower, changed his clothes, pulled the covers up, and immediately fell asleep.

Even in his sleep, Mo Shuying's spirit was surging, continuously growing stronger.

This continued until early morning.

"Ding~ Daily sign-in not detected. Would you like to sign in?"

Mo Shuying immediately opened his eyes.

"Sign in."

"Ding~ Host successfully signed in. Obtained innate skill [Star Infusion]."

*Thump!*

Mo Shuying sat up abruptly and quickly opened the details of his newly acquired skill.

Star Infusion (C)

Applies a healing effect to a target, consuming the user's HP to restore half of the consumed HP. The healing effect is increased if the target is severely wounded.

Cannot be used if the user's HP is below 5%.

Cannot be used on self.

A healer's healing skill!

Mo Shuying was a little excited; this was a good skill, though he couldn't use it on himself.

And this should be the revised version of the healer's skill. Previously, healers could also increase resistance.

"This is great, really great. With this skill, if Merlin tries to trick me again, I'll hang him up and beat him. I won't be afraid of killing him, since I can just heal him back anyway."

Mo Shuying laughed coldly. Merlin, who was resting in another room, inexplicably shivered, rubbed his arm, and pulled his quilt tighter around him.

In a world where hearts are no longer pure, only this cotton quilt could offer Merlin a little warmth.

Soon, the rest period ended.

Mo Shuying didn't summon any Servants this time, because he no longer trusted his own luck.

First it was Merlin, then three times it was Child Gil. Although they were all famous, only the Master knew the various hardships involved.

Mo Shuying made some arrangements.

Since they were at sea this time, they had to use Vimana for travel. However, Vimana wasn't very large; its interior space was limited and couldn't accommodate too many people.

After calculating, it could fit a maximum of four to five people, any more would be impossible.

Everyone discussed for a long time and finally decided that Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, Mo Shuying, and Child Gil would go.

Child Gil would serve as navigator and helmsman. Mo Shuying could arguably stay behind, but Child Gil absolutely had to go!

Everything was ready. The four lay down in the cabin. Spiritron Conversion began, and in the next second...

"Oh, ocean... here I come!"

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