So, the notion that once a Servant was defeated and withdrew, their memories of the Holy Grail War would be completely reset when their consciousness returned to the Hall of Heroes was not necessarily correct.
—Or rather, even if those memories really had been erased, this "Nero" was not the same "Nero" who had participated in the Holy Grail War. Yet fragments of memory etched deep into the soul were not so easily wiped away. That was the most fascinating part of the human soul.
Lianye was the same. Although he had no specific memories of participating in the Fourth Holy Grail War, he still vaguely realized that "he" had truly taken part in that Holy Grail War. Otherwise, he would not have regarded Waver Velvet, the King of Conquerors, and Caster as acquaintances he had met before.
"Just a few nightmares and memories—there's no need to dwell on them. No matter what, you are Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of Rome, truly here in the present, aren't you?"
Lianye said with a smile.
That was how casually he faced so-called "parallel worlds" and lingering memories. What did any of that matter? He was truly here now, and that was enough.
"That is correct. Your attitude is also mine. I am the genuine Emperor of Rome."
Nero patted her chest. She seemed to enjoy that gesture, which emphasized her magnificent bosom.
"I find myself growing fonder of you, Sir Lianye. Would you not consider becoming my Court Magus? I personally witnessed your superb magecraft and courage upon the battlefield just now. If I took you as my teacher, I would surely be able to learn much from you."
· ...Please send flowers... The girl enthusiastically recruited him. Her tireless pursuit of beautiful things was precisely an embodiment of her willful