A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

Well, today is the last day of 1/chap per day. It was good while it lasted xd

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It was a new day, and everyone woke up early because they needed to be prepared as soon as possible. After a quick breakfast in the form of rations, they all gathered near the crater where Spartacus crashed.

"I hope you have rested enough. Shortly we will be leaving for Gaul. It's time we face one of the Emperors who guards the region. Are you ready?" Nero asked in a rare moment of seriousness.

Everyone nodded to her words in their own way. This will be the first actual step to fix this Singularity so there could be no mistakes.

"I just hope it's that bastard from before; I still owe him one." Jalter was obviously referring to Caligula, who they fought previously.

"..." Nero maintained silence for a second before speaking again. "I don't think that's the case, the scouts that managed to get back safely never mentioned my uncle."

"Tch. Lucky bastard." Jalter clicked her tongue in annoyance. It seems she will have to wait for now.

"Anyways, this will be an important attack for Rome as a whole, so we must succeed at all costs!" The Emperor said with a raised fist.

"As we planned, I will lead the charge together with Spartacus, who seems to have recovered if the reports I received earlier this morning were to be trusted. You can concentrate on the enemy's main force." Boudica's demeanor was different than before. Now she honestly looked like a general.

"I shall leave it to you. Now, onward! The sooner we get there, the sooner we will be victorious!" Nero proclaimed, and the soldiers around soon cheered.

With nothing left to do or say anymore, they departed toward Gaul, where the enemy awaited them. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers marched to face the impostors of the United Empire.

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They departed from the camp early in the morning and arrived at Gaul nearing midday. What greeted them was an army with a similar size to their own.

A fat man wearing a red coat and wielding a sword was seen looking at them with interest. "It seems they have come." He said as a soldier wearing light armor approached him.

"Your Majesty! As you have predicted, the pretender Emperor Nero is here along with a special group of people. Their army has already started showing signs of moving against our own." He informed the man, and by the way the soldier addressed him, it was clear that the fat man was one of the Emperors of the United Empire.

"I can see that." He simply said but added no further comment. Seeing this, the soldier tentatively asked. "Your Majesty?"

"What?" The man set his gaze on the soldier, but his head did not turn.

"How should we proceed?" The soldier asked again. He needed to hear his orders so he could convey it to the various commanders on their army.

"Do nothing. You will just be slaughtered if you tried to interfere in a battle between Servants. I will be the one to fight them." The Emperor said with no doubt in his voice.

"Sir, please allow us to fight by your side! We are soldiers of the United Roman Empire. We have to strive for its glory!" The soldier couldn't help but voice his disagreement with his orders.

"Fool. Weren't you listening to me? You don't stand a chance against a Servant. I don't want you to have a meaningless death." The Emperor shook his head at the stubbornness of his subordinate.

"But—" "Fine, fine. Just fight smarter and keep a safe distance." Before the soldier could finish, he was interrupted by the Servant.

"Yes, sir!" With a salute, the soldier departed.

"Good grief, if we continue like this, we will end up with just mindless citizens who only know how to say yes. Still, why was I summoned as a Saber of all things?" The Emperor, now identified as a Saber, couldn't help but complain about his class. To him, this wasn't an optimum use of his talents.

'Hm...I can't get off the feeling of familiarity coming from within the enemy army, what a bother.' He thought as he did a mental sigh. 'Whatever, I will know where this feeling comes from when they reach here.'

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"This is the time we have all been preparing for. Are you ready to show who are the true people of Rome?!" Nero shouted to his soldiers, who were listening attentively.

"WE ARE!" They responded in kind by raising their weapons to the sky with incredible excitement.

"The little lass sure knows how to get them motivated." Cu Chulainn commented as he looked at the cheering soldiers.

"Hmph. The more motivated they are, the better their performance is going to be on the battlefield." Vlad said. This will also work in his favor at the time of leading them.

"I'm sorry you can't be on the frontlines." Fujimaru apologized while scratching his cheek with an embarrassed smile.

"You need not concern yourself with that, my Vassal." Berserker responded, maybe for his warrior version, it would have been undoubtedly troublesome but not for his king one.

"He is right, Senpai. You are already doing a great job by commanding us." Mash said encouraging words before asking a question to Romani. "Doctor, any signs of the enemy Servant?"

"Yeah. I'm detecting a signal of a Servant near your location. However, he isn't moving and is just standing there." Dr. Roman gave a positive response. This meant that their intel about an Emperor was accurate.

"So, that means we will have to go there?" Kiyohime asked while touching her lips with her fan in contemplation.

"Most likely. You will have to make your way through their army first, though. However, considering they are just normal humans, I don't think that will be a problem." Romani answered with a nod.

"Hopefully, they will retreat if we manage to defeat him." Martha said with a sigh. She didn't want to kill more than necessary.

"Right." Jeanne agreed with Martha. Unneeded bloodshed was something they didn't like to see.

"Fufu. You two girls sure are kind; then you will have to finish that Roman Emperor as soon as possible. I'm counting on you!" Boudica smiled at their words before leaving to lead the troops.

A now recovered Spartacus was awaiting her at a far, very far, distance from the group to avoid troubles.

"Are you going to participate, or are you going to stay in the back and do your rain dance?" Caster asked Seth, who was watching the army prepare.

"How about you? Are you going to use your voodoo doll?" He responded to his question with another question.

Caster just shrugged. "If I need to."

"Okay, enough chat. The armies started moving; you should do the same." Romani interrupted the two. Now it was action time.

True to the Doctor's words, both armies marched against each other until eventually, they clashed. Taking this as a signal, the Chaldeans started moving.

To cover more ground, they decided to keep a certain distance between themselves. Of course, Fujimaru's Servants didn't go far as they needed to keep the supply of Magical Energy active.

They started slowly before attacking harder over time. However, it seemed they weren't fighting just against soldiers.

"What's that thing?" Fujimaru asked seeing a three meters giant made out of stone grabbing soldiers and throwing them at their fellow comrades.

"It's no doubt a Magical Crea—" Roman couldn't finish his words as the sound of an explosion was heard on the battlefield. Looking at the spot where the stone monster was, the only thing that remained were some pieces of scorched stone.

Similar explosions started resounding on the battlefield, it looked as if they were in a minefield. The results were the same no matter where one set their gazes upon.

The author of this event, Seth, was trampling one of those creatures under his foot. For a moment, he showed a sadistic expression which he quickly hid. 'I don't know if I should be thankful to the man who created these golems or simply kill him outright.' Seth thought before crushing the skull of the creature.

While this was happening, the enemy Servant released a sigh. "What a bother, a bother, truly a bother. I planned to even the scales by having those golems kill as many soldiers as the Servants did." He seemed to like repeating the same words three times, and by the lack of interest in them, it looked like he didn't want to be here.

Because he didn't want to move from his position, the only thing that he could do was wait for them to come and hopefully not kill more of his soldiers in the process.

With Seth's intervention, the battle became even more favorable for Nero's army. Different from the United Empire's, they only needed to worry about normal humans.

Caster, Kiyohime, Jalter, and Lancelot focused on diminishing the enemy numbers more than opening a path toward the Emperor.

Vlad was simply commanding a relatively small group of soldiers while occasionally killing some of the opposing combatants.

Mash and Fujimaru slowly advanced, knocking enemies down and being careful enough for him not to get hurt.

Lastly, Martha, Jeanne, Nero, and Seth were the ones who were actively trying to get to the Emperor's location. The size of the enemy army was considerable, so the time they were spending to pass through it was also that way.

Of course, Seth could just do an enormous leap toward him and not have to do make his way through enemy lines. However, there was one thing that prevented him to do that. The Servant was too weak! Even if he couldn't put strength into numbers, he had a general idea.

'And you ask me to enjoy battles, how am I supposed to do that with enemies like this?' Seth couldn't help but retort to the words Caster had said previously.

It was not like he underestimated the enemy Servant, he was well aware that not everyone was what they seemed at first glance. Still, the only thing that generated a sense of 'this could do something' was his sword.

Of course, not every Servant needed to be specialized in combat, their strength could always be focused on one special area over the rest. That Saber was an example, while he didn't look like much (To his combat standards), he was an excellent commander. Just his mere presence boosted the morale of his soldiers and his commands were giving more than one headache to their allied forces.

So, like that, they continued to push their way through the soldiers until finally, after some time, they managed to get to him. As they still had an army behind them that could cause troubles, especially for Nero if they attacked from behind, he created a wall of fire that extended for a tremendous distance, separating the Servants and God from the common soldiers.

"So you have come, I was wondering how much time you would take to get here." The man in the red military coat was the first to speak.

"However, that beauty, so beautiful, truly beautiful. It seems my wait was rewarded." He said with a smirk as he looked at the body of the three girls.

'That man is where I had that sense of familiarity. Now I see, so he is...' His train of thought was interrupted by Nero's words.

"...So you are one of the fake Emperors together with my uncle." She said after a small pause.

"Have the people of Rome lost their manners? Before addressing someone you tell them your name." Saber said with a raised eyebrow.

"Nero, I'm Nero Claudius. The Fifth Emperor of Rome! I will personally be the one to end the life of a pretender like you!" Her words carried the force of one who is above others.

"Heh. That attitude is amusing, I like it. Very well, your beauty pales to my woman, The Queen of the Desert. Nevertheless, it still is something dazzling." His words caused a blush on Nero's face.

'What Queen of the Desert crap you are speaking about.' Seth rolled his eyes. Nowadays, everyone proclaimed themselves as something much greater than they really were.

"That said, I'm interested in why someone like you is here fighting against me." The Emperor addressed the black-haired man this time, causing confusion in the three girl's minds.