"—I, Rome, am here."
Standing before Nero was a tall, powerfully built man whose body was covered in strong, bronze-colored muscles.
"Romulus. Great Father of Rome, will you fight alongside us once more?"
Nero looked a little nervous, like a child wanting to perform well before her parents—anxious, yet eager to try.
"Child of Rome, Emperor of Rome, my beloved Nero." A gentle expression appeared on Romulus's dignified face. Like a loving father, he softly stroked Nero's head. "The words you spoke upon the Seven Hills, before me, Rome, were enough to make anyone stand at your side."
"I, Rome, have come here, naturally, to—"
He raised both hands high, his eyes filled with solemn fervor.
"With my spear, with my strength, with all of Rome's great deeds—here and now, I shall utterly crush the false Mage King and all his allies!"
"Everything, everything, everything—"
The strange crimson spear in his hand, strikingly imposing in appearance, thrust forward with all his might.
"—shall be pierced through by my spear!"
"[Magna Voluisse Magnum]!!!"
A gigantic tree was summoned by Romulus, pressing wildly toward the Demon God Pillars.
"OOOOOOOOO--------!!!!"
The Demon God Flauros let out a pained howl.
Romulus was the crimson Divine Ancestor, the root of Rome. His Noble Phantasm called forth the great tree that symbolized Rome, tearing apart every enemy as it grew in vigorous abundance. In other words—
This tree represented the vitality of Rome—of humanity!
"Worthy indeed of Rome's father. Such a proud figure sets my blood aflame."
Though she praised Romulus, Nero's eyes carried an unwillingness to be outdone.
"I cannot disgrace myself before Father!"
"Then—"
"Behold my talent, hear the thunderous applause, and sing my praises! Praise this golden theater!"
Nero leaped high into the air. The crimson sword in her hand answered her pride