The Glorious Empire Sung by the Virgin

There was no affirmation, no denial, just...

"So what?"

A clear, crisp voice drifted in the evening breeze blowing atop Mount Enzou.

The girl named ' Attila,' a renowned conqueror in Human History, faced the beautiful figure with green hair and a white robe and slowly said, 'He is a bad writer, therefore an enemy.'

"So, you mean you don't deny it or dislike it?" The green-haired girl's voice was clear and gentle, carrying a friendly quality that made it hard to feel hostility towards her.

Attila did not deny it. "... I don't dislike it."

"But they are the enemy."

"We were enemies before, and we are now."

"An enemy... is that it?" The green-haired girl fixed her gaze on the person in front of her.

The girl with wheat-colored skin and short, pale hair swayed and fell, highlighting her delicate and pretty face. Most of her skin was exposed, undulating, with only a corner of white fabric covering her slightly heaving chest.

Her legs were slightly bent and straight, her abdomen was wrapped with a black triangular ribbon that outlined her pert buttocks, she wore a white veil on her head, and she held a tricolor woven sword in her hand.

This is a rather fit and spirited young woman.

They were also quite valiant Heroic Spirit warriors.

The green-haired girl—who was led astray by Artemis, who didn't know the way—still managed to quickly arrive in Fuyuki as a 'Guardian Spirit' summoned by Enkidu as Counter Force. Naturally, she couldn't possibly be unaware of the identity of the person before her.

It is a historically renowned conqueror.

The Scourge of God, the King of the Huns, and the great hero who destroyed the Western Roman Empire.

Although there were no scenes of her meeting with Rovi in the memories of Human Order obtained from Alaya, Enkidu was still able to sense Rovi's complex emotions towards Attila from her eyes.

It was a complex emotion woven with hostility, resentment, and inexplicable longing.

Little En then smiled.

"Enemies... you have to face them before you can make a final judgment."

"You were his enemy before—but that doesn't mean you have to be enemies forever."

"The you of today is not the same as the you of the past; people change, don't they?"

The girl's soft, gentle voice drifted in the wind, and Attila was taken aback.

Is the present and past different?

The once- Star-vinger Seferu, now Attila the King of the Huns, is now a different woman than before, appearing in a 'resigned' manner.

It is not the difference of being a subordinate.

Rather, it is a change that occurred while the entity was still active in the world.

In the long years that followed her fall from the moon into the mortal realm, she wielded the Sword of the God of War, which she had taken from Ares, and continued to wield her power to destroy civilization.

The mechanism of destroying civilization, accumulating power, and seizing the 'self'.

This is her unwavering goal.

But this destruction is different from the past; her identity is no longer that of an alien invader, but rather an entity within the civilization.

Therefore, while being called the ' Scourge of God ' by countless people and regarded by countless people as the executioner who destroyed literature, her heart was also shaken.

She witnessed the anger and pain of countless people whose homes had been destroyed.

She witnessed the resentment and bitterness in the hearts of countless people whose courtyards had been trampled upon.

Why the anger?

The text is a jumbled mess of characters and phrases, seemingly unrelated and nonsensical. It appears to be a corrupted or incomplete collection of words and phrases.

It is something destined to be destroyed.

"Because we love our home."

Why harbor resentment and bitterness?

The submission of the mortal to the powerful is the truth of the universe, and destruction is the ultimate destiny of all things.

"Because although we are weak, we still strive to live. The Lord in our hearts teaches us not to believe in fate, but that each of us should be our own 'master'!"

Humans, as insignificant as dust, have shaken the will of giants who once destroyed all things.

Looking up again, Attila discovered that he was not only destroying, but also creating.

She created the magnificent Hunnic Empire.

It once unified the chaotic continent of Europa after the decline of Rome.

She is the long whip that God cast down upon the world.

Rome was destroyed and shattered.

But it also swept away the last dust.

At that moment, Attila, suddenly enlightened, felt a genuine joy.

The giant who destroyed civilization rejoiced over creation.

She changed.

The source of change...

It was the self-mechanism that Rovi had taken away—the mechanism by which he destroyed Wen'ai as Harvest Star Vanguard.

It's Rovi.

Rovi is evil literature, an enemy, and the purpose for which she was summoned by the Holy Grail.

But in fact, Attila was somewhat afraid.

It wasn't out of fear of Rovi.

Rather, they fear the mechanisms that take them away.

Fear of the self that once only knew how to destroy.

They were even more afraid of taking a stance that was hostile to Rovi.

The 'Lord' that people spoke of brought them unwavering faith... So Ai Ai arrived with Nero, but she remained on Mount Enzou.

"Is it something we have to face eventually?"

"I understand."

Attila looked down at the sword in her hand.

—The Sword of the God of War.

Its blade is woven from green, red, and blue, representing the three emotions within Attila's heart.

A gentle maiden, a warrior who gallops across the battlefield, an empress who creates imperial culture—or rather, a goddess.

At the moment it made its choice, a red light instantly burst forth from the sword, overshadowing the other two colors.

She wanted to work with Rovi again.

She must once again make a choice based on her own heart.

Guo is the enemy.

So now, could they be enemies?

"I want to see."

The girl's resolute voice carried far on the evening breeze, and Enkidu, with his long green hair fluttering in the wind, smiled.

"—As expected of Rovi."

"I can even meet such an interesting person."

"I'm already looking forward to the days we'll be spending together in the future!"

Little En deliberately pushed Attila to meet Rovi.

What will happen after they meet is obvious.

The documents record...

Attila, the Hunnic king who conquered Europa and swept away the remnants of the fragmented Roman Empire, held countless sacrifices to the "Lord" of religion during his lifetime.

'Starting from destruction, step by step towards the Scourge of God who creates, they already harbored boundless longing for the Lord without His knowledge.'

'...'

"Lady Enkidu, this is outrageous! You've dragged people into the 'battlefield' without permission..."

Under the bright moonlight, facing the seemingly innocent voice coming from the moon's surface, the soldier from Uruk simply smiled, "Is it too much?"

"Compared to you deliberately leading me astray, this is nothing, isn't it?"

"Huh—?"

"Don't think I don't know you, and don't think that just because you're on the moon, I can't hit you."

"But..."

"It's definitely more lively with more people around Rovi Wei, isn't it!"

Enkidu had slumbered in the Sea of Stars for countless years, stood at the highest point of Mount Enzou.

The long robe billowed and fluttered, clinging to her body and outlining her undulating figure.

Her slender waist rises to a surging, rounded shape, her drooping legs connect to her rounded hips, and beauty emerges from the depths of her triangular outline.

Beautiful and pure.

As always, but with an even more feminine air, Enkidu watched Rovi from afar, waiting for the perfect moment to appear before him.

"Hmm? Surprised? Goodbye!"

Nero, her long red dress swaying in the river breeze, suddenly appeared before Rovi with a smug smile. She slowly opened her arms, her beautifully clad body partially obscured by her elegant attire, revealing a captivating allure.

The emperor's hand then rose and hooked around Rovi's neck.

The golden Holy Grail fell to the ground after it appeared, shining brightly.

Everyone present, all the servants, and even the Master who were secretly observing, knew that this thing was undoubtedly genuine.

It was Nero, with the permission of the ' King of the World,' forcibly revealed it from the underground Greater Holy Grail System.

The so-called Great Holy Grail is a large-scale True Magic ritual constructed within the underground Spirit Veins of Fuyuki City to accumulate magical power. However, just like a reservoir storing water, a Lesser Holy Grail is needed in addition to the Great Holy Grail to release the infinite magical power within the Great Holy Grail.

The Great Holy Grail is invisible.

The Lesser Holy Grail, however, is a real object.

Master were thrilled – everyone knew that obtaining the Holy Grail did not guarantee victory in the Holy Grail War, but it would undoubtedly give them control of the battle.

However, in this situation, if the Master is only human, whoever gets involved will die!

Those present immediately dismissed him with disdain.

They were even more captivated by this scene before their eyes.

"Huh? Another one? Hmph hahaha, wild dog, the trouble you caused was exactly what the Super Mischievous King predicted!"

The Ship of Heaven hovered high in the sky, Gilgamesh laughed heartily, "A wonderful performance! As a performance to please the King of the Void, keep up the good work!"

This guy...

Are we really just going to sit back and watch the show?

Rovi rolled his eyes and didn't look at Gilgamesh.

Just look at what's in front of you.

The red blossoms resemble the form of a rose.

Nero Claudius.

The former Emperor of Rome, the undisputed King of the World the Western world.

"According to what Zou just said—now, Zou belongs to me!" Nero slightly tiptoed, and the power of the King of the World pressed down on Rovi, making it difficult for the 'weak' Rovi, who was the ' Sage of Uruk,' to break free.

Meanwhile, the other woman hooked her arm around Rovi's neck and brought her lips close...

A kiss can be completed in an instant.

However, at this moment, Rovi remained completely calm.

Because naturally, someone will come to stop it.

With a sudden whoosh, a sharp sound pierced the air as an arrow swiftly sliced through the air between the two figures. The arrow accurately blocked Nero's movement, causing him to instinctively look up and take a half-step back.

He was still facing Rovi, but he let go of his hands.

Golden strands of hair, bound behind a crimson hair ornament, fluttered as Nero twirled her skirt and looked at the person who had intervened.

From the Greek hunter Atalanta.

"Hmm? How dare you stop me from being intimate with Zou Xuan? You really have a lot of nerve—Xiao Xuan, the outcome is already decided, are you trying to cheat?"

Atalanta gripped her bow and arrows tightly, her emerald green eyes unwavering. "No, that doesn't count!"

"We never agreed to anything Rovi said!"

Yes, although Rovi proposed using the 'Holy Grail' as the key to determining the outcome, neither Atalanta nor Artoria were tempted but did not directly agree.

In other words...

They said it didn't count, which doesn't mean they were cheating.

All I can say is that Nero was too impatient.

"Hmm? It seems I'm being too hasty?" Nero tilted her head, not annoyed, but smiling. "But it's alright, after all, at this moment—"

"Zou Zi is already by my side!"

"I am the Roman Emperor, and Rome is me."

"You are all heroes who are rare throughout history—in that case, I will let you witness it."

Nero slowly opened her arms, her clear voice drifting in the wind. She smiled and proclaimed loudly, "The Rome I rule, the glorious empire sung by maidens!"

The blonde girl's red skirt fluttered slowly in the night. She opened her arms, like the beginning of a dance, with a dazzling light emanating from her and spreading outwards.

It covered the ground, encompassed the rivers, and illuminated the sky.

"Is this... Reality Marble?"

"To confine the world within one's own mind, thereby revealing a miniature world..."

"Unseen inside,"

"The familiar's observation has also failed."

"Hmph, is this the end of the game?" Gilgamesh, atop the Ship of Heaven, stared down at his feet with crimson eyes. He was clearly not included in Nero's Reality Marble, as he resided in the sky.

However, he didn't seem particularly angry.

After all, there are still people who haven't been included.

There are still people outside.

"You traveler from the valley, Ziusudra, have you come to pay homage to the great King?"

"No matter how much time has passed, King Gilgamesh has always maintained such a dignified self."

"If you don't have a self, how can you call yourself 'I'?" Gilgamesh stared intently at the figure slowly approaching.

Enveloped in darkness, with flickering, eerie green flames, a towering figure topped with demonic horns, and eyes that swayed like will-o'-the-wisps behind a gaunt, skeletal face.

The black armor gleamed eerily beneath the cloak, and the sword in his hand sliced across the ground, leaving a trail of death.

He came down from the ground.

Gilgamesh, looking up at the sky.

Gilgamesh uttered his name: "Ziusudra".

Ziusudra.

In Mesopotamian Mythology, a hermit dwelling in a secluded valley.

He is also the old man in the Epic of Gilgamesh who guides Gilgamesh on his quest for the elixir of Elixir of Immortality after the Sage Rovi and the soldier Enkidu have both left Uruk.

Gilgamesh certainly knew Him, and he also knew that the Ziusudra before him this time was not the one who was called ' Ziusudra '.

Rather, it is one of the seven Grand at the very top of the Throne of Heroes.

' Grand Assassin '.

"The Beast of Death will come from another land, and the terror that follows the death of the world will invade like a chilling wave."

"A Blade of Destiny cannot sever the past and the future—"

Grand Assassin.

It came to bring a catastrophe that would destroy the world.

The Antlered God Corvus from another world...

"It's on its way to sweep in again."

"Ha ha ha!"

"Interesting, interesting. Such a grand performance is quite fitting as the king's entrance ceremony."

The king meets with the Grand Assassin under the cover of night, a reunion of acquaintances after a long time.

Meanwhile, Artoria and Atalanta, who had been encircled into Nero's Reality Marble, both became alert and vigilant.

The so-called Reality Marble is a powerful force that only those with strong and unyielding wills have a one in ten thousand chance of mastering, and which can only be obtained by Spirits.

They entered the Reality Marble.

This means entering the opponent's home field.

"Nero Claudius... the legendary King of the World who had an extremely close relationship with Rovi?"

The surrounding light spread out in layers, like flames blooming. The unfolding of the Reality Marble was not instantaneous, but the process was intertwined with the world itself and difficult to interrupt.

So at this moment, Artoria could only gaze at it quietly.

At the same time, the Storm Spear in his hand was gathering power.

"Is he related to Rovi?"

Atalanta looked over, her golden beastly eyes filled with vigilance.

"I almost forgot, you're from an even earlier era..." Artoria slightly raised her body, and the Divine Horse Eniste instantly turned into spiritual particles and disappeared. The King of Knights's legs landed steadily, and his tall figure still showed off his graceful curves within his silver armor.

She said, "Nero Claudius, the Maiden Emperor who, along with Rovi, created the most powerful Rome at the beginning of the 10th century."

"Hmm... that guy just now, he looked a bit like you?"

Atalanta captured the point.

The hunter's animal ears twitched on her head, and her tail swayed from side to side, indicating her vigilance. "Could it be... this is all a show you put on yourself?!"

"I'd love for it to be like this, so that Lord Rovi would be mine." Artoria sighed.

She frowned slightly. "I'm also curious why we look so alike."

"Hmm? If you hadn't said anything, I really wouldn't have noticed!"

Their conversation abruptly ended, and they both looked ahead.

The source of that speech.

In that instant, the flowing light finally coalesced, and in that instant, the dazzling brilliance appeared even more intense.

A red carpet spreads out underfoot, golden decorations surge and appear in all directions, a magnificent palace with curtains hanging down to cover the four corners, pillars standing tall, and in the center, a high platform.

Palace.

Or rather...

Theater!

On the high platform stood the Roman Emperor, his red robes billowing.

Nero and Rovi.

The emperor, his red dress billowing and golden hair flowing, stared at Artoria with a look of utter astonishment.

Rovi was quite clear about Artoria's origins.

As a special being created by Melly and Uther together, it is only natural that she, who carries the future of Britannia, shares similarities with the King of the World — Camelot, the country founded by Boudica, was originally a branch of the prosperous Rome.

Atalanta impatiently, "Hmph, you dragged us into your world just to show us your extravagance and debauchery?! How boring!"

The natural lords who originated from the paradise of Arcadia have no interest in human extravagance.

For her, the most beautiful place was still the lush forest of Arcadia Park.

The most memorable experience was undoubtedly the adventure with Rovi between the mountains and the sea.

Not this place.

... However, Nero ignored her, and even more so, Artoria.

She merely glanced at Rovi beside her, her gaze fixed on him.

"Does the performer still remember?"

"Remember what—"

"I once said that I would offer the most perfect performance to the musicians, and dance dedicated solely to them!"

Of course, Rovi remembered.

To be honest, at this point, Rovi Wei had tried to pull his perspective away from this inexplicable ' Holy Grail War ' that had exceeded his original expectations.

He turned his attention outward, searching for a solution.

At this moment, however, he couldn't help but be drawn to Nero before him.

The petite and charming, yet fiery and passionate Rose Emperor bowed slightly to him, her pursed lips revealing an extremely beautiful smile.

She slowly opened her arms.

Thus, images appeared in the four corners of the palace and among the countless curtains hanging in the theater.

The video shows Nero's perfect dance moves.

It also presents a scene reminiscent of ancient Rome.

The bustling city of Rome.

Different... people living in Rome.

The young man, carrying his baggage, waved goodbye to his parents as he left home. "Father, Mother, I want to join the army and defend our Rome!"

"This year's harvest has increased again!" In the countryside of Rome, an old farmer with a weathered face smiled as he looked at the lush fields.

In the silent classroom, a resounding voice rang out. "Teacher, teacher, I want to know, how can I master my own mind?"

"The Lord in heaven, the King on earth, all things are in your hands." In the sacred church, the young priest bowed his head in prayer. "The Father gives destiny to the Son, and the Son returns destiny to all beings..."

"..."

This is the Noble Phantasm that Nero displayed.

The glorious imperial rule sung by the virgins was not only about Nero, nor only about the city of Rome, nor only about the nobles.

Rather, it was in all the Romans.

In the very spirit, energy, and vitality of Rome.

This is both the dance Nero Claudius presents to Rovi and the tale of Rome's splendor that she weaves for Rovi.

"How is it, you who will play?" Nero raised his hand and twirled lightly in his dance.

Rovi silently scanned the scenes and figures before finally fixing his gaze on what lay before him.

He smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

In order to create this golden age of Rome.

Nero must have gone to great lengths and exerted a great deal of effort.

After he left.

The Maiden Emperor, with her slender shoulders, still single-handedly supported the vast empire...

Thanks a lot.

The next second.

The surrounding area suddenly became dark.

As the music ended, the final curtain fell.

But the figure became clearer and clearer in Rovi's eyes.

As she took her final dance step, her flowing dress, with a slight twirl, lifted her petite and graceful figure, embracing Luo Rovi.

Rovi did not refuse, but instead embraced Nero, placing his hand on her slender waist.

Soft and flowing, clinging to her body, a long red dress cascading down.

Nero raised his face.

She gently kissed Rovi.

At this moment, no one could stop it.

Because the "performance" has been completed.

The ceremony is a ritual.

The power of the Reality Marble has been maximized—everyone except Nero will be suppressed by the Emperor.

This is not the power of the emperor alone.

Rather, it is the spirit of the Roman collective.

It is a precious thing that no human being has been able to retrieve at this Present Moment.

It is also a treasure that Rovi left for mankind.

Especially at this moment.

The key to Nero's victory.

The power of "civilization"!

On the stage, multiple curtains fall, locking in the view from all sides and turning the stage into a closed space.

Nero, however, simultaneously pushed Rovi to the ground.

Rovi was stunned, looking at the Maiden Emperor who was leaning over him and still kissing him.

Those emerald green eyes were filled with longing.

It's all so mysterious.

This splendor of Rome is my gift to you.

But the glory I crave...

Only you.

The rest of the performers.

Offer me... the passion of a musician!