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Nero loved every Roman citizen, including, of course, the British.
She did not deny her own mistakes or Rome's mistakes, but instead calmly accepted Boudica's anger... which made Boudica's vengeful rage seem like hitting cotton.
The crackling sound of flames became the background noise.
Gold and red became the main themes.
This is no longer the prototype of the Golden Theatre, but the glory of Rome, representing responsibility and honor.
"Inviting you to the golden theater you've always longed for!"
Subspecies Barrier [Golden Theater]
Once the show begins, everything on the battlefield will unreasonably tilt in her favor.
"Damn it... what kind of Golden Theater is this... it's nothing but a false prosperity built on the shoulders of the bullied!"
"Let me, then, turn your theater—"
"Cut it in two!"
Boudica wielded the sword of victory, a power she herself could not control, one that even contained the blessing of the goddess of victory, Andraste... She had to win, she had no choice but to win.
"I cannot deny this, but even so... I will not stop. Oppression and enslavement, and tyranny do exist in the empire; but prosperity and splendor are also the hope and future of Rome... So I will not give up! Even if I am burdened with sins and fall to the bottom of the border prison, my wings will surely spread, and I will look up at the sky with my scarred eyes!"
As red petals fell and the Golden Theater rose, Nero gritted her teeth, raised her spear, and unleashed a torrent of flames... She stepped forward, carrying strength beyond her own limits, and walked toward Boudica.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Boudica charged forward with her sword.
"Then just watch, I won't argue... But in the future, where revenge is taken on a bloody path, I believe it will be a future filled with roses and gold, that is my conviction!"
There is no possibility of reconciliation; all that remains is the brutal slaughter born of extreme hatred.
But what remains after this flame of revenge burns out...? One thing is still very important.
That is a wake-up call.
If Britain loved the man, it would be enough to repel Rome.
To make Rome love the British again
...Britain wouldn't rebel again, and who would want to start a rebellion for no reason?
Human civilization is a shining achievement forged from brutal wilderness.
Therefore, Nero firmly believed... even if Rome eventually perished, the spirit of Rome would continue to endure! This is the romantic spirit of Rome, so Boudica... was actually a Roman long ago.
So let us sing praises to this magnificent empire!
"They're coming, Boudica!"
Nero's sword contains terrifying magical power. No one knows where her power comes from. Even if the opponent possesses the Holy Grail, she can still squeeze more power out of herself without limit.
"The song of the young maiden... the glorious imperial rule [LauSaintClaudius]!"
Perhaps...she herself is no less capable than the person who created the [Golden Cup]?
Boudica felt her power swell and surge towards her chest... but she couldn't unleash it no matter what she did.
why?
What she saw in Nero was not just the evil of a brutal empire devouring all nations... but...
—Martha said:
“I always thought His Majesty Nero was a cruel emperor, an extremely self-centered bastard... no... perhaps now I see that he really is.”
She gently stroked Tarasque's enormous head.
His eyes were filled with compassion: "But now it seems... this kind of personality is actually a manifestation of humanity's love. It's just that human love, compared to divine love, is more ardent and selfish, more unreasonable, and even hurts others... But now it seems that humanity is progressing. Perhaps a world where everyone loves each other will not come before the end of the world, but it is precisely this distorted human love... that will shine even brighter."
"Big Sister Martha..." Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to say something.
"Sorry, I was just feeling a little sentimental..."
Martha recalled it with a self-deprecating smile.
"Although He once said He would love your enemies, I still can't let it go."
But now I'm at peace—because...this is the path of humanity. Only now do I realize how utterly incompetent I was as a saint.
Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't think so.
It's true that she likes Nero, but she also acknowledges that Nero has made mistakes, and Nero should bear the consequences himself... Therefore, Martha shouldn't have any regrets about it.
"How could that be? You are undoubtedly a great saint."
The blonde girl shook her head. They were in the audience seats of the Golden Theater, and the barrier had classified them as audience members watching the show...
Ritsuka stared intently at Nero. She wanted to help, but since it was a feud between Nero and Boudica, she restrained herself and didn't interfere.
The battle continued, the clash of swords reaching a fever pitch.
"So what? Even if the spirit of Rome is passed down... it means nothing to me! All those who stand in my way shall be executed, in the name of the victorious queen—I will display your heads in public!"
Boudica raised her shield to retaliate, her sharp sword thrusting forward.
"You're wrong, Boudica... Aren't you the victorious queen who protects the people...? Did you really mean it when you said that!"
"What did you say...?"
Keng!
For some reason, Nero seemed unusually strong at this moment!
The scorching flames burned Boudica's heart with increasing pain.
"What I mean, Boudica, you should understand perfectly well..."
"I don't understand, I don't understand! How could I possibly understand... The Romans' greed destroyed my homeland! Destroyed my country, destroyed my people—I have only revenge, nothing else to think of!!"
The swung sword struck Boudica's shield, and she staggered twice before retaliating angrily.
However... there is one thing that cannot be changed no matter what... she is a guardian-type Heroic Spirit, not a killing-type Heroic Spirit.
Boudica is crying.
My heart is crying, and my soul is crying too.
“Your counterattack was too flawed, Boudica.”
Nero's crimson flaming sword flashed with intense light, instantly shattering Boudica... completely!
Their figures clashed, and words exploded in Boudica's ears.
It sounded like the roar of a dragon.
His eyes turned red in an instant...
Nero shook his head, instantly regaining his senses.
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"You are..."
Boudica paused for a moment, vaguely seeing a red dragon roaring madly in the scorching flames... which symbolized the karmic consequences of Rome's devouring of all nations and crushing the entire Mediterranean world.
She carried the burden, not just in words.
—The founding of Rome...the sins of the development of civilization.
—The crimes of the Roman governor in humiliating Britain.
—The atrocities committed by the British in the massacre of the Roman city.
"I will one day fall into the abyss of hell, never to be redeemed. So... put away this desire for revenge now. When I am driven beyond control... then you can be reborn to punish the true evil of Rome. Is that alright?"
Clang.
Boudica's sharp sword of victory slipped from his hand.
His ferocious expression softened, and his anger and hatred quietly dissipated at that moment.
"Indeed, I had forgotten."
“I am not without sins—after that incident, I personally ordered the massacre of 6 Roman citizens, including many poor mothers and innocent children.”
“You are innocent. I will bear this evil as well,” Nero said earnestly, “for I… am Rome!”
"Why do you need to stop working for Yi Lingqi and Jiu Si...?"
"Because of love! My love for Britain, my love for Rome, my love for humanity! I love everything, because all beautiful things are Rome to me!"
Boudica remained silent.
She tried to understand Nero's words; she could not forgive Rome, the Roman Empire that had destroyed her family and people.
However, if it is the Rome that was passed down to later generations, there is no reason to hate it.
It is said that the Palatine Mountains, when viewed from a distance, resemble a woman's breasts, and before the Romans ruled this land, the Etruscans called it "Ruma," which means "breasts."
So, Romanako.
From this perspective, Boudica might be even more "Roman" than Nero.
"So, do you still want to continue?"
"No, I'm just not cut out for revenge." Boudica laughed, a laugh that was more painful than crying.
"What kind of Victory Queen? I didn't protect anything... yet I brought slaughter after my death."
"Am I not more terrifying than the person I want revenge on?"
It's truly sad that someone becomes evil because they themselves have been harmed, because they didn't personally punish evil...
Boudica swallowed, her voice slightly hoarse: "I originally intended to protect humanity in this world..."
“Hmm, I know, because you are my nemesis—the Heroic Spirit Queen Boudica, whom I protect… Therefore, I rebel for your sake—”
"Offering blessings from Rome..."
"Alright, forget about this one, I can't get used to it."
Boudica shook her head, interrupting Nero's blessing. She looked at Nero earnestly and said, "But it won't end. If one day the evil of Rome appears... I will definitely go to punish it."
"Hmm, then I'll leave it to you!" Nero nodded.
Boudica closed her eyes and slowly disappeared as her spirit core shattered.
She stood ramrod straight and watched Boudica disappear as spirit particles, until the end of the Golden Theater.
The side effects of Nero forcibly opening the subspecies barrier pressed down once again. The Golden Theater dissipated, and she, supporting herself on the hilt of her sword, knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.
"It was really tiring; I almost couldn't take it anymore."
"If only I were a Heroic Spirit too."
Chapter 63 Alexander III
"Senior, Miss Boudica... has already..."
"Ah, I know."
"Miss Boudica was a famous leader of the British uprising in this era... In this appearance, she should have been a heroic spirit fighting alongside us, but unexpectedly she has become our enemy."
Mashu said somewhat dejectedly.
"Yeah, I hope we can fight side by side next time."
The lavender that was picked up was lit and became a flame.
Fujimaru Ritsuka murmured.
Rippling water reflects the starry sky and the colorful Milky Way, while the rolling hills and endless sea of purple flowers sway in the breeze.
"what..."
Miss Jing Ke looked up, feeling the fierce wind brushing her face. It's worth mentioning that she didn't seem to have to fight Siegfried to the death.
"I can probably understand the grief of having one's dignity humiliated and one's country destroyed—"
After all, someone I knew well in life seemed to have been like that too.
After pondering for a while, Jing Ke realized something very important: he seemed to have lost his lord.