It seemed like it was just waiting for him to come and start. Soon the music suddenly quieted down. At the moment when the venue fell silent, a petite figure walked towards the booth on the catwalk extending forward, saluted to the only audience member below the stage, and Nero's voice was also heard. "Today's event is hosted by the man who is as good a charioteer as the sun god and as good an artist as Apollo, the god of music." "In the old days, the swordfights in the arena were a ritual dedicated to the Roman gods, but I belong to the Lord's Christianity." The extremely loud words echoed throughout the arena. If there were people present besides Novia, they would have cheered loudly, as if to show how much they were looking forward to it, but the silver-haired boy just smiled and clapped his hands lightly. "Then, today, I will imitate the feat of the world-famous Hercules and dedicate it to my mentor Novia who baptized me—" The girl said this, showing a slightly tyrannical smile in the sunlight, and then Nero, wearing the suit called "Fiery Red Nobleman", snapped his fingers, and then the sound of a cage door being opened was heard. "Well, naked strangling a lion." 030: The primordial fire you gave me Compared to the gladiatorial performances with a longer history, the history of animal fighting performances among the ancient Romans is relatively short, and they were not accepted by the ancient Romans until around the 2nd century BC.
Gladiators rarely or even never fought with wild beasts because it was detrimental to their status. Beast fighting performances were performed by professional gladiators, who were two completely different professions in ancient Rome. Without professional training, the viewing value and importance of animal fighting performances would be far lower than gladiatorial performances, and it could only be regarded as a general "sport". During animal fighting performances, not only did the gladiators fight to the death with the animals, but the Romans would also drive all kinds of ferocious beasts to fight each other. The whole scene was extremely bloody, but the ancient Romans loved to watch this. Generally speaking, in order to please the people, ancient Roman politicians or emperors would often do whatever they could to make the animal fights bigger and bigger. But it was rare for them to perform for only one person like Nero did. "Roar!" The lion, which had been hungry for several days, immediately opened its bloody mouth after being freed from its restraints. Its sharp fangs flashed coldly in the sunlight. It let out a deafening roar and pounced on the blonde girl. Nero took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and prepared himself for the fight. After all, she had never thought of using magic to fight, but only relied on her pure physical qualities. The moment the lion leaped up, the girl quickly leaped to the side, nimbly avoiding the lion's first attack. She then swung her fist and hit the lion's head hard. Her fist brushed against the lion's mane, making a "whooshing" sound. The lion was hit and roared in pain, but did not retreat. Nero took advantage of the situation and attacked the lion left and right, each punch making the lion stagger. Her fist was like a hammer, smashing hard on the lion, but the crumbling lion was not to be outdone. It tried to fight back at the girl with its sharp claws and teeth, but unfortunately, it was a step too late. The blonde girl's left arm has been circled under the lion's jaw in a V shape, and then tightened. Following this, her right arm is placed across the back of the lion's head. Then her left hand tightly grasps the right arm joint from bottom to top, and her right palm is placed on the back of its head and pushed forward hard, while her body arches and begins to strangle it. When Nero's arm, which had gathered all his strength, collided with the lion's throat, it directly blocked the blood flow to the brain, causing the lion to go into shock. As time passed, accompanied by a muffled sound, the lion's powerful body seemed to be instantly defeated by an invisible force. A shattering sound came from its throat. It was the sound of bones being crushed, clear and heart-wrenching. Seeing that he had completed the naked stranglehold, Nero threw it away casually like throwing away garbage. At this moment, her heart was filled with a sense of reality. She loved this kind of thing where she could be in a dominant position at any time and her life was in danger, because it allowed the girl to demonstrate her own value. The lion drew a brief arc in the air, and then began to fall in a breathtaking slow motion, its golden mane trembling in the sunlight, and every hair seemed to tell of unwillingness and despair. The lion's limbs waved weakly a few times, as if trying to grasp the last hope of survival, but eventually they fell down weakly. When the lion's body touched the ground, a cloud of dust was raised, and its chest rose and fell sharply several times, then gradually calmed down. The lion's eyes were still open, but they had lost their former brilliance, leaving only endless emptiness and confusion.
"How is it?" Nero smiled happily from the bottom of her heart, her eyes narrowed. The blood of the beast splashed on her face, making her feel a little crazy. "My teacher, I did a good job, didn't I?" "very good." "Really?" "real." "Really?" "Yes, there is no doubt that you strangled the lion very gracefully, but you only showed it to me, and I was very happy about it." The two asked and answered each other, and this question deepened the girl's smile. "that would be great!" Nero nodded slightly, her hair swaying, and she could clearly feel her expression becoming more and more cheerful, as if with every answer, her body became lighter and almost floated up. Novia also smiled slightly in response, and the girl could not sense a trace of falsehood in his eyes or words. In fact, the current behavior of the blonde girl is consistent with the personality of Type-Moon Nero in his memory: extrovert, eloquent, fond of extravagance and self-expression, treating the people like his own children when it comes to governing and ruling, and somewhat despising the prestige of the Senate. Whether the girl's current feelings came from the relationship between master and disciple, or from the vague love between man and woman, this doubt did not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart. No matter which one it was, as long as he could restrain her, it would be enough. Novia would not go into the details of what she considered, felt or thought about in all that she did. He just took in the purest part of it, and simply smiled in response to the blonde girl who had done an excellent job up to this point and spoke to him with a proud expression befitting her age. The next moment, Novia stood up and walked to the catwalk, handing Nero the things he had prepared long ago. "This is......?" Nero looked at the red and black thing that Novia gave her with confusion. It looked like a 'sword'. "This is a weapon I made specifically for you." Novia's smile did not waver. "The stone that fell to the ground a few months ago was called the Tears of the Stars by Roman magicians. Because it is not a thing possessed by this star, it is a fragment of hope unknown to the Star of Travelers. Anyway, I have made it into a weapon, and I hope you like it." "Is this a gift I received because I have done everything that you, the teacher, are proud of? I have been valuable to you." The blonde girl stared at him impartially with her shining eyes, raised one hand high and said. "You don't need to belittle yourself." He just smiled at her brightly and gently, "Since the day you were baptized by me, I should have taken on this responsibility. I'm not kidding you." "Nero." And briefly called the girl's name. If Nero could be reassured with just a few smiles and words, Novia would naturally not hesitate. "........What's the name?" Nero said, puffing up his cheeks and pouting, "What's the name of this sword?" "You can probably name it yourself." "I want you to name it." The girl tried to say this in an expectant tone, her eyes staring straight at Novia.
"Then let's call it the Primordial Fire." "The primordial fire..." As she spoke, the girl raised the sword in her hand to her chest and slowly stroked it with her slender fingertips. "This is the connection between you and me, teacher...right?" She whispered. ....... In the days that followed, nothing dramatic happened, but Nero held many large-scale competitions in his own name to attract the attention of the people and win their support and endorsement. On the surface, apart from doing propaganda and assisting in government affairs during peacetime, Novia was quietly waiting for news from Xia Li in Britain. Finally, after a year, the purple-haired girl sent a message from Britain as promised.
031: Humans, the strongest dragon is really angry! When Novia arrived underground near Londinium in Britain, the first thing that caught his eye was pitch black. The air is mixed with strong magical power. If you are not careful, the magic power may cause the entire nearby land to wither. Moreover, the density of the magic power will become higher and higher. But this space was not completely dark. Flames powered by magic were burning at the four corners of the magic workshop, and the whole space was shrouded in a dim atmosphere. Wisps of green smoke rose from the light source along with the slightly flickering flames. No matter how far or near, they all looked exactly the same. There were also the alchemist's ether lines that filled the entire space. And deep inside the lines, in the secret place where the etheric lines converge, the head of the Albion Dragon is slowly transforming into a blue-black 'gun' in a completely changed form of existence. And in front of him, there was a purple-haired girl, Shiari. She was wearing the uniform of the Atlas Institute, staring at the many etheric threads inserted into the dragon's head. Her body did not move at all, and even her breathing was so weak that she could even be mistaken for death. As the etheric cord tightened, she herself would tremble. Before Novia came, she heard from Lucius that Xiali had devoted almost all her attention to the Albion Dragon in the past year, except for sleeping and eating. Although the purple-haired girl would never talk about the hardships she had experienced in the past year, Novia understood it very well. Just by looking at the sweat wetting her cheeks, he could understand how tiring this matter was. After all, this is the dragon of Albion. Even if it is just a remains, the whole body is still full of magic. It has characteristic parts that are a mixture of snakes, reptiles and bats, as well as strong limbs with scales as thick as armor. In terms of appearance, it is similar to the "dragon" that has appeared in legends all over the world. Dragon. It is a creature that humans can never contend with. Only heroes have a chance to kill it. The swords of non-heroes cannot hurt it at all. It is the most powerful monster in the entire world, an absolute fantasy, a creature with power that can be regarded as a great threat by the heroes who protect the world. In the world of magicians, the new is basically superior to the old, because the long-standing ancient fantasies even communicate with the gods, and after a long time, they have become more mysterious. What's more, what's here is a real dragon, not a 'dragon' that appeared under the influence of the dragon factor that remained on the surface of the earth after the Age of Gods. When it is alive, it is a pure-blooded dragon that can instantly destroy itself just by being stared at by ordinary people. Just as Novia thought, during this year, Shiari was patiently transforming its head. Enduring the fear of dragons, the limit of the spirit, was wearing away the soul, unwilling to lose to the feeling of falling into one's own body. The sharpness of the etheric lines she used was comparable to that of an extremely accurate high-pressure water gun. Countless etheric lines continuously made small modifications on the dragon's head again and again. Presumably, in addition to the fact that the design drawings provided by Novia were too accurate, she herself also added more detailed details to them.
Who said that Atlas Academy has always been extremely adept at manufacturing weapons. However, the reason why Xiali informed Novia a few days before the completion was not only because she believed in her own calculations, but also because she wanted Novia to personally witness the moment of success. She wanted to prove that the title of candidate for the next dean of Atlas Academy was not in vain. Time passed bit by bit, and just before the date change, Novia saw that the magic power of the dragon's head surrounded by etheric lines was also rising explosively. Something was born successfully, and in an instant, the underground space changed. The blue aurora was born. This is an aurora that is impossible to appear thousands of kilometers underground. Brilliant, gorgeous, or perhaps even malevolent bands of light surrounded the underground space, shining as if blessing the birth of something. The world surrounded by darkness seemed to have instantly turned into an endless ocean of blue light. This is because the gleaming blue-black weapon——was born. Xiali tiredly loosened the etheric line, and the object emitting blue light emitted bursts of echoes and was placed in front of Novia along the etheric line. "Okay, this is the weapon built according to your design ideas, and it is completely modified with the head of the Dragon of Albion..." She paused for a moment, changed her tone and continued: "Although your design drawings are very accurate, there are some places that I really can't modify according to your way, so I can only use the method that I think is correct. Please forgive me for this." "It's okay. I should be grateful to you for being able to do this." Novia reached out and took the 'gun', then after seeing Xia Li's ether line retracted, he walked straight towards her. "Indeed, your contract with me only lasts until it is completed." After saying just this, Shiali took a deep breath calmly and looked at the silver-haired boy walking towards her expressionlessly. She is now exhausted physically and mentally. She has accumulated a year of patience, so she can be easily defeated by anyone. After all, magicians are usually egoists who value efficiency above all else. They should be mentally prepared to expose their weakest points in advance. She didn't feel any regret, but she just felt an indescribable sense of unwillingness. In response, Novia didn't say much. He just carried the purple-haired girl on his back with one hand and walked towards the ground. "Please put me down. I am not yet at the point where I have to rely on others. This is not a clause in the contract between you and me." The girl stared at Novia beneath her with purple eyes full of displeasure. "As expected, if I just ask you to carry me out, I'm sure you won't agree." The silver-haired boy didn't turn his head, "So it's more convenient to just do it directly." "...The mystery of this place and the treasures found everywhere are enough for you to establish an organization comparable to Atlas Academy and Wandering Sea." "It's enough to get this 'gun' here. Besides, the remains of this Albion are covered with disgusting small, inhuman-like maggots. I think it's best to bury this thing underground, so that it won't cause trouble when it goes out one day—" "Cough cough." Before Novia could finish his words, a sound came from the 'gun' he was holding. The sound coming from the 'gun' was not a human voice, but a beast-like sound, a groan of anger at what weak humans had done to themselves. "Human, who gave you the guts to send someone to transform my body, the strongest one, and reduce me to this humiliating state! And you even dared to scold me! I am really angry now!" 032: It's sad
