The Endless Shuttle

Chapter 20 The Tyrant of Rome, Intervention in Combat

Under the night, the red elves are dancing.

"Elf" has golden hair and hums an out-of-key self-made song with a heavy Latin flavor. On her feet, the high-heeled boots made of metal, like brass, danced non-stop, elegant and in tune with the rhythm, swinging the skirt into a beautiful red rose on the deserted seaside street.

Following behind the girl, Bathomero Lorelia was doubting her life.

The young Magical Marshal looked at the Command Seal on the back of his hand, and cursed quietly with his silver teeth gritted in his heart.

——The object is all scholars who study the history of continental Europe.

Two hours ago, she used the holy relic to summon the heroic spirit who participated in the war as she wished, the Caster among the seven ranks, that is, the magician. According to the principle of "heroic spirits not only rely on their previous experiences, but also be strengthened by historical eulogies", Lorelia felt that the choice of summoning this time was quite good.

Until the dazzling brilliance of magic dissipated, and the figure of a heroic spirit appeared from it.

Lorelia wanted to grab the collars of those deceased historians in an unladylike manner, and then asked loudly.

Why are the records after AD all wrong? ! And still crucial gender? ! Did all of you slip the hint of "gender" from your eyes like a hint magic before researching the historical facts? !

Because the heroic spirit she summoned this time - Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, no matter from what point in history, should be a heroic man. What is that girl who is not as tall as her but has bigger breasts than her? Summoning mistakenly misrepresented the tyrant's daughter? !

Lorelia had a headache, but fortunately, Caster's various skills and attributes did not disappoint her, so she endured such unexpected discomfort.

But a more unexpected problem soon came——

"Caster." Lorelia said coldly, "Thirty-four minutes have passed since I left the workshop, so "witnessing modern times with my own eyes" is enough, right? If I remember correctly, the most important thing for you as a Caster class is to make use of the advantages of "position creation" and "property creation". "

Obviously as a Caster, he didn't care about his job at all, and left the magician's studio that Lorelia had painstakingly built in a willful way. He also put down his words, if he didn't let her leave, he would just use the Command Spell . For this reason, Lorelia gritted her teeth and agreed to avoid wasting only three Command Seals on such boring things.

But until now, Caster still has no intention of returning, and it seems that he can still stay in the ink for a long time.

"Stereotyped, too rigid, Yu's beautiful performer."

Nero stopped dancing, and answered Lorelia's question with a melodious voice.

"Then who stipulated that Caster must be like a devil occupying a castle, waiting for the siege of the brave? The old-fashioned and outdated script does not fit Yu's character at all. Where the emperor is, his territory! As for what the performer said "Made of props"... Hehe, the best masterpiece has been completed before the rest of my life~"

Saying that, the red girl's hand seemed to ignite a fire, and a twisted dark red sword appeared in her hand.

The crystallization of magic and fantasy - Noble Phantasm.

"What do you think of Yu's craftsmanship?" Nero asked showing off.

Lorelia frowned. If Caster took out something like a staff, she would feel a little bit of comfort, but taking out a giant sword would be too much of a challenge to the magician education that Lorelia has received since she was a child.

"...you, a magician, wield a giant sword?" she couldn't help asking.

"Is it possible?"

Nero puffed out his plump chest and said proudly.

"Compared to Mr. Simon Magus's magic, Yu likes swordsmanship a little more. The most suitable job for Yu is Saber. This is a disqualification of the performer, but it doesn't matter. Yu will make up for it by himself. As an emperor, if you don't even have this "privilege", you don't deserve to rule the mighty Roman Empire. "

Lorelia knew what Caster was talking about, Nero's inherent skill - "Emperor's Privileges".

There is enough "EX", that is, the level where the specific value cannot be displayed.

At this level, skills that should not be possessed by Caster: riding, swordsmanship, art, leadership, and strategy can all be obtained under his subjective consciousness, and even divinity can be given to himself.

"..."

The capable woman rubbed her brows, and gave up her plan to persuade Caster.

"...I don't care about your preferences and fighting style, but Caster. My ultimate goal is to win this war, so don't let me down."

"Well, of course."

Nero opened his hands and closed his eyes intoxicated.

"In this chaotic theater where heroes from different eras descend, Yu will be the most eye-catching protagonist. Please take care of it, the cup of Christ will of course be owned by the most powerful emperor. Hmm~ It's really artistic~ "

Regardless of Caster's gender and personality, it's easy to talk about anything online. Lorelia thought so.

Perhaps, even if Caster himself loses to his opponent, as long as he can drag out the enemy Saber, it would be a good choice to put the weight of victory on himself.

She herself firmly believes in her level as a magician, and is at the pinnacle of the Masters in this Holy Grail War. Then killing the other Masters and causing the Servant's exit must also be in the script.

The sound of waves hitting the shore, accompanied by Nero's graceful gesture, a wild voice sounded in the dense forest beside the road.

"I said, are you Saber?"

Lorelia moved her gaze away as quickly as possible, and at the same time opened the magic circuit, ready to face the battle.

Crouching on the branch is a strong male.

Grass-green hair stands on end, with a corner hanging down on his forehead. He is wearing leather armor and iron shoulder armor, and holds a short gun in his right hand on his shoulder.

...Is it Lancer?

"Oh? Are you asking Yu?"

Nero looked at the Servant on the branch, his green pupils were a little displeased.

"Disturbing Yu's elegant mood is a very serious crime. It is enough to hang Qing in front of the execution platform. But tonight, Yu has no interest in fighting for the time being, so let's run away as soon as possible."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The man with the short gun clicked his tongue.

"I'm asking if you are Saber."

"What do you want to say?"

"Then come and fight with me." The Servant jumped down with a gun and stood opposite Nero and Lorelia.

"I heard that according to the rules of this war, Saber is the most comprehensive follower, so as long as I kill you, half of the victory will be in my hands."

"Qing's words are very infuriating in various senses..."

Nero tilted his head and asked Lorelia.

"Although Yu Zai doesn't want to fight tonight, the appearance of rude and rude people on Yu's stage is a big event that cannot be ignored. What should we do? Yu's performer."

"Fight." Lorelia said briefly.

"Well."

Nero looked at Lorelia's expression with some appreciation.

"Sure enough, the performance is directly proportional to the performer's beautiful appearance. Very good, very good."