Who Took His First Time?

After retracting his Reality Marble, Nero Claudius, the Roman Emperor at the beginning of the first century and a figure of immense renown and unparalleled renown in Human History, remained silent.

She simply stared intently at the setting sun in the distance, its radiance reflecting endless brilliance and shining upon the bustling modern metropolis.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and iridescent light refracts between the glass mirrors.

After a moment, the Red Rose Emperor sighed, "Hmm... Is it dawn yet?"

"Two thousand years later, Rome is doing quite well!"

Summoned by the Great Holy Grail, Nero was endowed with modern knowledge from the moment she was born, so Nero naturally knew that Rome had long since disappeared in this era—otherwise, she would not have known that Attila existed.

Just as she showed no anger toward Attila, who had in some way destroyed Rome.

This era and this Roman emperor were still treated the same.

Two thousand years ago, Rome was the Roman Empire.

Two thousand years later, Rome belongs to the spirit of all humankind.

Technology and human spirit are flourishing in this era.

And this is precisely what Rovi left behind, Nero ignited, and Rome's glory.

Thus, the petite yet voluptuous Maiden Emperor, dressed in a fiery red dress, stood with her hands on her hips, her fiery red body standing firmly to her side.

She smiled and said, "My Rome!"

Then she turned her gaze to Artoria, who had been staring at her.

"The legacy of Boudica, is that right?"

Artoria nodded. "Yes, Your Her Majesty Nero."

Camelot originated in Rome.

Whether it was the system, the ideology, or even the initial finances and army, they were all obtained from the fragmented Rome.

Therefore, it is an indisputable fact that Camelot originated in Rome.

The King of Knights could not and would not deny this, and she was not hostile to the Roman Emperor before her.

Of course, when it comes to disputes with Rovi's, they will not give an inch!

But that happened later.

My name is...

"Arthur Pendragon, the world-renowned King of Knights, the King of Storms, the King of the Wild Hunt, I do know him!" Nero interrupted Artoria.

"In terms of titles, His Her Majesty Nero is far more senior than me," Artoria replied, her brows furrowing slightly.

She wasn't surprised that Nero knew her real name; it would be strange if the ' King of the World ' held imperial power and didn't True Name Discernment.

What puzzled her even more was... why was Nero still so calm even though Rovi had been taken away?

Even from that brief moment of eye contact, it was clear that Nero's pursuit of Rovi's was equally ardent and intense.

"There's no use in being anxious." Nero's smile remained unchanged. The distant sun shone on her, illuminating the flowing surface of the Sueto River. Amidst the shimmering light, she said, "That guy... isn't a simple opponent, is he?"

"That makes sense," Artoria agreed wholeheartedly. "As Royal Authority, one should be more patient—"

"Hmm?" Nero tilted his head, looking into the calm, azure eyes of the King of Knights before him. "Truly a remarkable junior."

"Then why don't we take a leisurely stroll around this modern metropolis?"

"What do you think, Greek huntress?"

"Ah, whatever!" Atalanta tossed her long hair.

Being anxious won't help.

At Present Moment, Rovi has disappeared without a trace.

But in this Holy Grail War where no one else is present, he will inevitably reappear.

... So.

"What hunters need most is also patience."

"I—will not lose to any of you!"

Nero, Artoria, Atalanta reached a brief consensus at this moment:

"Stop fighting and find the guy who stole the Rovi's."

"Then, let's decide the final winner from within!"

As her last words fell, Artoria's form transformed into spirit particles and vanished, while Atalanta departed under the moonlight as dawn approached.

Only Nero remained standing, her red skirt fluttering.

"Patience...?"

Royal Authority do need patience, but Nero has always been a capricious emperor.

The reason she was able to restrain herself was...

The reason we can remain quiet at this moment.

However, it's because...

"I've already accepted Rovi's's first time!"

The Maiden Emperor's pretty face revealed an extremely happy smile. Under the layers of curtains and the stage, it seemed like only a moment had passed, but in reality, the flow of time inside and outside was different.

From the outside, it may have been only a fleeting moment, but from the inside, they were entangled more than once.

Nero was unaware that Rovi did not actually appear in his pure form; he had merely concealed his power, and his body remained that of a human. She believed that Rovi, who appeared in the mortal world, was still in his pure form.

—That's enough.

Having tasted the sweetness, Nero naturally wanted more.

However, they still need to win back Rovi.

But there's no need to rush.

"Fight on, my descendants! When you realize that Rome is already mine, you will know how great Rome is!"

"The performance was always a Roman performance, and it was my performance."

"I am Rome!"

The wind blew across the grass, raising a sky full of debris, which then scattered under the rising sun.

"So you've finally left... Maiya."

"Son, I've already booked the plane tickets—"

"No, I was just joking."

A man appeared in the corner, rubbing his head; his black trench coat swayed in the morning breeze.

Did they slink back home?

Emiya Shigetsugu really wanted to, but after preparing for so long, he was still somewhat unwilling.

He said it was just something he said in anger, but Hisau Maya seemed to take it seriously.

"Should we get a refund? If we get a refund now, it seems like we can still get the full amount back..."

Is this the key point?

"Oh, I'm sorry, the airport said that if we insist on a refund, they hope we can offer some suggestions, and there will also be a gift package as a reward."

"..."

After a strange silence, Hisau Maya seemed to remember her job.

"Maiya!" The weathered-looking Magus Killer threw the cigarette, now just a stub in his mouth, onto the ground. "Did you memorize the names of those Heroic Spirit?"

"Gilgamesh, the protagonist of the oldest Gilgamesh poem in Human History, is the oldest King of Heroes who ruled the Uruk City-State in Mesopotamia. In later records, he also ruled the underworld as a non-divine being, serving as the Grand Judge of the underworld and the ruler of life and death for all things."

"Atalanta, a female hunter in Greek Mythology, an envoy of Artemis, and a heroine of the Mythic Age who participated in the Argonautica."

"Nero Claudius, a Roman Emperor in the early 20th century, ruled a territory that encompassed all of Europa and even extended into North Asia and West Asia. He was known as the ' King of the World '."

"And finally, Arthur Pendragon, the King of Knights of Kingdom of Camelot Britannia, who once broke through the blockade of the Europa continent with the three islands of Britannia and swept across the West, and was known as the Royal Authority who was like a storm."

In the Tohsaka Family, Tokiomi Tohsaka Tokiomi had been sitting there all day, listened to his disciple, Kirei Kotomine, give him a concluding speech, and then he let out a sigh.

"Is he either a renowned Royal Authority or an extremely powerful hero?"

"Teacher, what's even more important is that they have something in common—" Kirei Kotomine said respectfully, "You summoned the Oldest King, and you have the wise man ' Rovi ' by your side to assist you."

"Atalanta, the huntress from Greek Mythology, had extensive interactions with Hero Mentor also shared the name ' Rovi '."

"Nero was able to rule over the vast territory with the help of ' Rovi ', and the King of Knights even had the name ' Wild Hunt '... The original Wild Hunt was also ' Rovi '."

Previously, this information might have been defined as coincidence.

After all, Rovi, following that wise man in Uruk, was once the etymological source of the word "wisdom" in the Western world, so it's perfectly normal for someone to use his name as their inspiration.

However, judging from the actions of those Heroic Spirit, all of Rovi are the same person.

Starting from Mesopotamia, passing through Greece and Northern Europe, and reaching Rome, its influence extended to the Kingdom of Camelot —that very name.

Perhaps... it's the same person.

"A ghost that has haunted Human History...?" Tohsaka Tokiomi asked in a low voice.

"No, teacher." Kirei Kotomine solemnly, "That's not a ghost."

That certainly couldn't be a ghost.

If he is a ghost... then what about the Mage's Association and the Church, which were created because of him?

Tohsaka Tokiomi a wry smile.

This Holy Grail War has completely exceeded his expectations.

But I don't want to give up.

Unwilling to give up.

Because that King of Heroes had already returned to the Tohsaka Family from the banks of the Sueto River.

As long as you hold a 'card' in your hand

—Therefore, he still has hope.

"Then, what about Master's information?"

Tohsaka Tokiomi's voice echoed once again in the tatami-shaku basement.

"Hahaha, is this Fuyuki? So many heroes have gathered here, yet they're all crammed into such a small area?"

"Rider, your big size is too conspicuous—hurry up and transform into spirit particles!"

"Spirit Particle Transformation? What a joke, kid! True conquest is about being honorable and aboveboard to truly feel satisfied!"

"And it's not that I'm big, it's that you're too small. Hurry up and get stronger, Waver Velvet!"

"You wretched creature, put me down right now!"

At Fuyuki Airport, a slender boy, carried by a burly man with red hair, was shouting and yelling, attracting the attention of those around him.

"Was that disgusting Old Worm your elder?"

"Yes, but we still want to thank you for helping us solve his problem."

"Ah, sounds like a guy as wicked as Zeus!?" The man from the Matou Residence, shrouded in black aura and possessing a dark, muscular physique, rubbed his head and revealed a hearty smile.

appears as a Berserker.

But aside from his frenzied roars and curses during battle, Hirihiko behaves with impeccable manners, like a well-mannered gentleman.

"But it's okay."

"The vile must be defeated, and darkness must be banished."

"That's how my teacher taught me."

"Teacher? Is it the centaur Chiron?" Matou Kariya, who had some knowledge of mythology, was curious.

Sakura Tohsaka —or rather, Matou Sakura— blinked her eyes, revealing a curious expression.

"Of course not." The burly hero ruffled Matou Sakura's hair with his large, fleshy hand. "It's someone else..."

"My spiritual mentor."

"Mr. Rovi."

"So, where are you trying to take me?"

"Rovi, bad omen."

"I asked where it is, not whether I'm bad or not."

"Bad omen".

"..."

I think you're more like a broken parrot, aren't you?

It was still Fuyuki City, but it was clearly located in the suburbs, nestled among lush forests. Rovi's feet were wet with morning dew on the muddy ground, and sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled patterns on his body. He looked ahead.

That figure tightly gripping its own hand.

A white veil swayed on her head, concealing her pale short hair. Her face, with her back to the camera, was delicate and pretty, barely concealing her dark and fit body. Her silhouette rippled with each step, and her hips swayed slightly.

She didn't look at Rovi, but kept her gaze fixed straight ahead—

After using her 'self-mechanism' to ' Rovi ' Lovi, Attila's words were all malicious and offensive.

Of course, Attila didn't know that Rovi had actually been kidnapped on purpose.

Deal with one,

It's always better than having several.

For Rovi, Attila was a chance to break free from his current situation.

But at this moment, Attila seemed unmoved, repeating the same words and uttering the same unchanging sounds.

As Harvest Star Vanguard, the Destruction Titan in its degenerate form possesses a skill known as "Natural Body," whose extremely resilient and powerful physique made it difficult for "Sage of Uruk" to break free.

But at least the situation is not as chaotic as before.

As Rovi spoke, he pondered how to balance the power within his body so as not to make the situation too passive.

It took another half a day.

Attila remained as usual, but Rovi noticed something amiss.

"You don't... have no idea where you're going, do you?"

"Bad civilization—"

Attila's tone of voice changed.

The figure with its back to Rovi's paused noticeably, its small, delicate ears trembling slightly and flushing a little.

Rovi laughed, "It's normal not to know where to go."

"Actually, I don't know where to go either, since there are still a lot of people chasing after me."

"Mmm..." Attila let out a low moan.

Just then, the sky suddenly changed, and dark clouds rolled in from all directions, covering the world as if merging the horizon.

The world suddenly went dark, and thunder roared.

Attila raised her head, looked at the sky, and suddenly her expression changed as she gripped Rovi's's hand even tighter.

She suddenly strode forward and ran ahead.

"Wait..." Rovi was stunned for a moment, and then he was pulled along and started running.

But he quickly realized, "Are you afraid of thunderstorms?"

"Thunder is a sign of bad civilization!"

Seemingly annoyed that Rovi was running too slowly, Attila turned around and scooped Rovi up in her arms. "Running slowly is also a bad civilization."

"..."

Was he being looked down upon?

If I didn't want to flip the table, would I have done this?

Rovi muttered a few words to himself, and then quickly... lay down.

He wasn't exactly at the mercy of others, since he could still run away if he wanted to. But as he just told Attila, if he ran away, he had nowhere else to go.

Rather than being chased by a few female Servant, I'd rather stay here.

And being held like this is not bad at all.

Attila's chest didn't heave much, and her well-built body didn't appear hard; instead, it seemed soft and incredibly supple...

In a world of utter confusion.

Her pale, short hair flashed like white lightning.

Beyond the dark clouds.

Three fluffy tails stood upright on the mountain, while a graceful and beautiful figure fluttered her long sleeves.

"The last breath, did it break here?"

"Lord Rovi— "

The sky Amaterasu Omikami manifested as Servant, and the three-tailed tamamo-no -Tamamo no Mae summoned wind and rain.

It enveloped and sealed off the mountain.

The surrounding area was shrouded in mist.

"You can't escape."

"I've already suffered a defeat in the past, but I won't repeat the same mistake again, okay?"

In the dimly lit world, it was bumpy and swaying.

The scenery on both sides rushed past.

All that could be heard was the whistling of the wind.

As Rovi grew sleepy, a slightly hoarse voice finally rang in his ears. "Dark clouds, it's a bad civilization."

"Lightning is a bad civilization."

"Heavy rain..."

"It's a bad civilization."

The girl Rovi's he was carrying, had no expression on her face. Rain began to fall, and a vast, misty fog enveloped the world.

The thunder continued to rumble, but the girl remained expressionless.

Her slightly reddish-golden pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Attila's fear.

Or rather, the Star Harvest Star Vanguard, once defeated by the Star Holy Sword forged from the power of the stars, now fears the natural power emanating from the planet.

—Conquering most of Europe, sweeping across the Western Roman Empire and countless states that had splintered from Rome, Attila the King of the Huns feared strong winds and heavy rains, and would flee in terror whenever there was unusual weather.

This is the world timeline, with verifiable written records.

Some later generations speculated that Attila's illness stemmed from a cold he contracted during battle, while others suggested that his mental illness was caused by killing too many people.

The real reason for this is nothing more than from a 'past life'.

The message conveyed by the clone: once defeated by the power of the stars, the pain of which still lingers in the deepest part of the soul.

Therefore, she revealed a vulnerability that she did not usually exhibit.

Even though I was afraid.

She still held Rovi tightly in her arms.

He protected her under his own body.

She once didn't understand why people could insist on being their own "masters," but now she regards Rovi as her pillar of support.

"There's a cave up ahead, let's hide inside!"

If we keep running like this, we'll have nowhere to hide.

Rovi pointed ahead.

Cave?

Where are the caves?

Attila paused, staring at the smooth, glistening mountain wall before her.

No, there isn't.

but...

Golden ripples spread out in an instant, from which countless sharp blades of magical Noble Phantasm emerged.

After the roar, the dust shattered.

The mountain has been opened up.

"Now I have it." Rovi smiled.

Attila nodded and stepped into the cave without hesitation.

The space inside the cave is neither spacious nor cramped; it is more than enough to accommodate two people.

"Can you put me down now?"

"Rovi is a bad civilization, so it cannot be."

"Could you loosen your grip a little?"

"Bad civilization, therefore it cannot."

Despite the large area still remaining, Attila pressed her body tightly against Rovi, leaning against him. Their muscular bodies sank slightly as they pressed against each other, and she lifted her legs to tightly clamp his thighs. They embraced face to face, with her head resting on his shoulder.

Rovi turned his gaze to the side with a hint of helplessness, looking at those crimson-gold eyes.

cannot,

It just can't.

She didn't want to let go.

And I want to get even closer—

Boom!

The wind and rain outside the cave intensified, and Attila moved even more frantically.

His innate physical attraction to his body made Rovi feel like he was suffocating.

After suffocation, a certain impulse of human nature surges forth.

Fear, dread.

I don't want to let go.

In any case...

"You are a bad civilization."

"Therefore, I will imprison you within my body."

Attila turned her face slightly, brought her lips close, and gently 'bite' Rovi.

Their lips met, their tongues intertwined, and before Rovi could react, Attila had already invaded his Rovi's.

A very direct action.

She still retains the 'warrior' personality.

Rationality and reason.

Decisive and efficient.

This made it even more impossible for Rovi to break free.

However, Attila was not supposed to understand these things.

"Did you... see Nero doing something to me?" This is the only possibility.

Rovi had a bit of a headache.

Why is it like this again?

It's not hard to understand why Attila might react out of fear after seeing herself as a pillar of support.

Yes...

"I can feel it, you are pure, still pure."

Where did this "first time" come from?! Is it an unlimited "first time" system?

"I will conquer you."

After their lips parted for a moment, Attila uttered a soft, gentle voice.

With a sudden change, the young girl Attila appeared gentle and shy.

Yet they remained steadfast.

"Bad civilization."

As she finished speaking, she clamped Rovi's thighs together, moved her legs upwards, and gently pressed down.

"..."

Are you moved?

I dare not move.

Even though it's said that if you don't move, you'll explode.

If you make a move, the world will explode.

So at this moment, Rovi could only let Attila do as she pleased, let her... entangle him wantonly in this chaotic world, amidst the roaring thunder.

Even though she was with Nero... although she was 'forced' to be with Nero when they faced each other.

Rovi never intended to shirk responsibility, but he also never imagined things would develop this way...

But this is clearly the Holy Grail War!

The thunder subsided, and the cave appeared somewhat messy.

Rovi opened his eyes.

At a glance, one can see the sunlight shining through the mountains and forests, making the muddy world shimmer with brilliant rainbow light.

He sat up.

Attila, who was still tightly holding his arm, opened her eyes.

He smiled.

"Bad civilization... Good morning."

"I am not called bad civilization."

"Um... I'm sorry." The girl's personality, Attila, sounded very gentle.

"Yes... you really are bad, aren't you?"

"..."

Rovi glanced sideways at the beautiful scene and coughed softly.

"The sky has cleared up, it's time to go."

"Ugh, ah."

Attila also sat up.

The rain has stopped and the sky is clear; it's time to leave.

at the same time.

Above the towering mountains, in a world brighter and clearer after the wind and rain have subsided, Tamamo no Mae lowers her eyes and gazes at her feet.

She smiled and said, "I've been looking for you."

"During this period, it still maintains its pure state...?"

"In that case, this pure body..."

"I won't stand on ceremony—"

"You accepted it?"