Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

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At dusk, the interior of the workshop that was remodeled by the Marshal of Magic and his subordinates was a completely different scene from the dull atmosphere outside.

"Um, I'm not very satisfied here..."

The tyrant of Rome, the crimson heroic spirit looked at a wall decorated with paintings.

She turned around and spoke to a young male magician behind her in a commanding tone.

"This way, this way." Nero pointed to the wall: "Replace all of Yu! Such vulgar paintings are not worthy of Yu's bedroom, and it is better to decorate with Manzhushahua than these!"

"But……"

The young magician begged the tyrant with a pitiful expression.

"Lord Caster, your request has filled the list. Even if the city miraculously has all the things you need, we must have time to buy it."

"Yu Cai doesn't care!"

Nero folded his arms and raised his head like a swan.

"Since he came to the world as a heroic spirit, how could the emperor of Rome live in such an unartistic palace, like Xiang Yu, an artist who rivaled Apollo..."

"Caster."

"Ah! Lord Bathemello!"

The young magician hurriedly lowered his head and paid tribute to the beauty who approached.

The long chestnut hair is still a ponytail hairstyle, but Lorelia's clothing has been replaced with a more retro style, probably a magic dress with the characteristics of a certain period, with a short black whip around her waist.

The Demon Marshal was fully armed even in the station, showing how cautious she was about this war.

——Especially in the presence of that guy.

Lorelia glanced at the young magician, who immediately withdrew wisely, leaving the venue to the pair of Master and Servant.

"Your request doesn't help the improvement of the workshop, does it?"

"Player, Qing has also been solidified by pedantic thinking. After all, he is a magician born in modern times, so I don't blame Qing." Nero shook his head regretfully.

"The magician with the great sword...Caster, do you want to say that you understand magic better than me?" Lorelia frowned.

"Of course!"

Nero puffed out his chest of course.

"The sword is just Yu's preference. Yu is the most outstanding emperor, His Majesty, naturally everything is the best. The magic knowledge absorbed from Yu's mentor Simon Magus can be used when the subtle mysteries overlap and form. The effect of great ritual magic!"

Thinking of the mentor of the Queen in front of her, Simon Magus' title as the greatest magician of that era, Lorelia reluctantly suppressed the discomfort.

"...Then what you asked for, can I regard it as a legitimate request for the use of "position formation"? "

"The combination of beauty and power, the alternation of complexity and simplicity, the rest of the "fortress" is still under construction, but still retains the original studio settings of the performer.After all, the enemy was the strong man who came from the east and protected the sun. "

From Lorelia's mouth, Nero already knew Rope's "true identity".

But like Achilles, the uniqueness of the heroic spirits is destined that Nero will not be afraid of this matter-challenging the gods and touching the authority in the sky.Such an artistic behavior is making the empress of Rome unprecedentedly high.

"Welleslaner... I hope my arrangements will prevent his actions in this world."

Lorelia whispered the holy name of the Zoroastrian War God, her tone a bit complicated.

Looking at the somewhat passive Master, Nero tilted his head and asked.

"Player, since you are so afraid of that god, why don't you listen to his advice and honestly quit this war? You don't have any desire to live on the Holy Grail, do you?"

On the night she and Lorelia met Rope, Nero clearly remembered that her Master was so terrified that he couldn't even utter a word.

"It's just an overreaction of the psychological shadow, and it's okay to get used to it."

Lorelia admitted it generously, and it is not something to be ashamed of to be afraid of a god.

"As for why you didn't choose to avoid it..." she said, looking at the Command Spell on the back of her hand.

"For nearly five years, Bartholomew hasn't stood still. This time it's not for the Holy Grail. If I can't cross that mountain, maybe I'll stop there."

In the past years, whenever Lorelia made progress in magic, or received some honor, the sun that rose in the dark that night would shatter the self-esteem she wanted to make up for.

Over time, this feeling of depression brought Lorelia's self-esteem, and it also bound her like an iron chain, turning her into something like a demon.

——The god of war that exists in the present world.

"I see, the way a magician lives is really hard enough."

Nero nodded and agreed with the Master's statement.

"But even if Yu and the performer are arranged properly, according to the power described by Qing, to deal with that god, just the two of us have a slim chance of winning, and forming an alliance with other servants is the first choice. Hmm? Why does the performer look at me like that? ?"

It was rare for Lorelia to have a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"No, I'm just surprised that you can judge the enemy's strength so clearly. According to your character, Your Majesty the Emperor, I wouldn't be surprised by the arrogance of "one person is enough". "

"Um..." Nero stared at Lorelia in dissatisfaction. "There's nothing wrong with Yu's brain. How can he be so contemptuous of those who hold the sun wheel. Besides, he has Saber and Assassin by his side. If they ride together, Yu will definitely not be able to handle it."

"Indeed." Thinking of the battle the familiar watched, Lorelia had a headache.

"Berserker doesn't think about it, Rider has already retired, Saber and Assassin are both in the enemy lineup, so only Lancer and Archer are left... Whose Noble Phantasm is that abnormal world?"