While Yuto could expect weaker creatures to be controlled through the Holy Grail, it was difficult for him to believe that anyone could tame Fafnir, let alone three.

"Mordred, can you hear me?" Yuto called, taking advantage of the mental connection between master and servant.

[I can hear you. I'm a little busy. What do you want?]

"Get rid of Archer and kill as many phantasmal species as you can," Yuto ordered.

He did not care if Mordred killed him or forced him to retreat, the sudden change of course of the battle required her presence with him. In the condition he was in, he couldn't defeat them.

[What will you do?]

"A slaughter," Yuto replied. "Octavianus and his man are bringing the enemies into the Forum and I will kill them as quick as possible."

[Do you want to use it?]

"I don't have a better idea," Yuto said, seeming almost resigned to the idea that by now everyone had figured out who Archer was.

[It's not like you. Fine. I get rid of this asshole and do as ordered.]

Yuto nodded.

[But if you have problems, use a command spell and I'll run immediately.]

Yuto's lips curled upwards. He felt a nostalgic feeling that he could fight alongside Mordred again.

Yuto had no choice but to pull out his secret weapon. He had not used it since the Sixth Holy Grail War, and the reason was simply that after the event he had no reason to use it.

His body was made out of swords.

His blood was steel and his blood was fire.

Two people couldn't have the same Reality Marble. However, as a joke of fate, that of his father and his were very similar. Both embodied the fact that they were saved by a sword and lived as one; the difference was that he had not been saved by a sword, but also by its sheath.

Undefeated on countless battlefields.

Not even once defeating, nor even once tasting victory.

Unlike his father who had seen hell, he had made his own. By simply trying to track down and kill Gilgamesh, he ended up doing things far beyond inhuman. And in the end, he realised that, no matter how hard he tried, there was no making up for the souls that had fallen for so long.

He withstood the pain to create many weapons, mistaking and trying.

Yet, despite this truth, he was not willing to give up. It would give all those people who had been close to him during his life a future in which no family would be divided by a stupid revenge nor a single person would become the object of worship of an entire community.

Yet his life wasn't finished.

"My whole life was Unlimited Blade Works."

Just as Octavianus and his men arrived in the Forum, a circle of fire engulfed them all, transporting them to a world where the inhabitants were swords of different shapes and sizes.

Yuto raised his arm above his head.

"The best iron of the best quality." Yuto observed the vastness of the enemy army from the top of the hill that dominated the Reality Marble. "Give up your fear and come forward."

Merlin smiled contentedly as he watched Yuto trap the phantasmal species inside his Reality Marble.

"Now that the enemy in the street is settled, it will be better to take care of the others." Merlin pounded the foot of his staff on the marble floor; the roots rose from the ground, caging all those he was certain to be in cahoots with, including the general who had all along denigrated Yuto.

"How dare you do this to me?! Do you know who I am?! Free me now!" Iulianus cried, writhing in the roots.

"I'm just doing my civic duty," Merlin said with a veiled ironic smile. "I'm aware of your roles. Because you knew from the beginning that my student is Archer."

Merlin delivered some scrolls addressed to Iulianus. Tiberius could not believe what he read.

"That's why you asked me to invite them?" Tiberius asked in disbelief.

Merlin nodded. They ignored him, but Merlin had kept an eye on them without them noticing. He knew that their role in that scene was that of extras who had to keep the main actors busy, waiting for the king to arrive in the city.

"So who is the traitor now?" Claudius grinned.

There was a bit of satisfaction in seeing the frustrated expression of a man who knew he had ended up in a trap like an idiot.

"I thought you had informed them of my abilities, little Morgan," Merlin said, addressing the raven who had stayed perched on the roof to observe the scene. "Did you call Fafnirs?"

The raven was no ordinary. It was the familiar of a magus. And Merlin knew who the owner of that familiar was.

"I'm amazed to see you out of your tower," Morgan greeted sarcastically.

The crow spread her wings and took flight. Landing, she turned into a woman with long pale blond hair and a whitish complexion. She wore a long black and blue dress that left her belly uncovered and a black veil covering her face.

"I hope you enjoyed my gifts," Morgan said, smiling veiled.

Morgan? Merlin? Mordred? Lavinia the younger wondered why she seemed to have entered inside the story of King Arthur.

"Don't you ask why I started this hell?" Morgan asked sarcastically.

"You wouldn't tell me anyway," Merlin said, keeping an unnatural calm. "Rather, he is at the gates of Rome now."

Through his clairvoyance, Merlin had seen a large army at the gates of the city. It was a huge army of 10,000 men whose leader was a man with bright red hair and golden eyes.

"I'm surprised he's still alive," Merlin admitted.

"Well, no wonder you are," Morgan mocked. "You don't care about anything that doesn't revolve around that brat."

"Who is he talking about?" Claudius asked.

"The king is Lucius Tarquinius, the last king of Rome," Merlin replied, shocking Tiberius and Claudius.

Lucius Tarquinius, better known as Tarquin the Proud, was the last king of Rome, famous because he was deposed by his subjects. The tradition told it was because he had tormented Rome with his tyranny and his son raped a Roman noblewoman, however, his expulsion was because the Latins were tired of being ruled by an Etruscan king.

"You altered the story that he died in Cumas in 495, didn't you?" Merlin sweated cold because this was a problem.

Morgan shook her head disappointed. "I expected better from King Arthur's court magician."

"Yeah, as I imagined," Merlin chuckled foolishly as his suspicions were confirmed.

While Merlin had the situation perfectly clear, the others, also ignorant of the basic concepts of Thaumaturge, had lost the thread of speech. All they knew was that Merlin and the woman had known each other for a long time and that she was connected to Yuto.

"Hey, you woman! You came here to get us back, didn't you? Do something now!" Iulianus shouted.

"Pff..." Morgan snapped her fingers. "I don't even know who you are."

A ghost appeared behind Iulianus. Moving its bony limbs quickly and precisely, it separated Iulianus' head from the rest of his body.

"Don't get me wrong. I was only sent here to get rid of useless beings," Morgan said, summoning other ghosts who killed other collaborators who had so stupidly revealed themselves. "I was also tasked with delivering a message."

"A message?" Tiberius tightened his grip on his sword.

Morgan took off her veil and stared at Tiberius with icy eyes. "Give him food, land and riches."

Standing next to a magus meant standing next to death.

That concept had never been as clear as it is now. Before long, phantasmal beasts were all exterminated. Their bodies dissolved into mana particles, making it impossible to dismantle any parts that could be used as a source of food or used to create weapons and armour.

"Hmm..." Octavianus swung his sword, beheading a werewolf. "As I imagined, these aren't just swords."

He had already noticed this by fighting Caesar's assassins, but Yuto's weapons gave absurd abilities to those who held them, making them virtually invincible against human enemies. A legion armed with those weapons was practically invincible.

Damned Tiberius. Octavianus cursed within himself as he wanted to be in Tiberius' place.

Suddenly, Octavianus and his men were thrown to the ground as a result of a strong shock wave caused by the fall of one of the dragons. The dragon was beheaded, the wing and a leg were missing, which had been cut clean by the black sword held by Yuto. Looking toward Yuto, Octavianus saw him land a few feet from the dragon. He stabbed the sword on the ground and used it to hold and catch his breath. His body was completely soaked in the blood of the dragon.

"Don't distract yourself, brat!" Yuto shouted, throwing a sword at a wyvern.

Unlike other creatures, Fafnir did not disappear when killed. They were not products of the Holy Grail, but rather living beings who were once probably human beings. None of them was to be the famous dwarf who, out of greed, had become the wicked dragon slain by Siegfried. This was an advantage for Yuto, who allowed him to relatively easily kill the first evil dragon. A different story would have been the others.

Fighting a dragon was one thing, but fighting three at once was madness. Mordred's summoning had drained him and this had forced him to deploy reality marble.

"Where are you?" Yuto asked as he divided a wyvern into two identical halves.

[There is a problem, master,] Mordred warned. [Merlin warned me that a man named Lucius Tarquinius is at the gates of Rome.]

"What? Lucius Tarquinius?" Yuto stretched his eyes, surprised to hear that name again.

[Do you know him?]

"Probably. There was a scum with that name a long time ago," Yuto replied, firing more swords at a group of jaguar men. "But he should be dead."

The man he knew had been the last king of Rome. He didn't systematically rule out that the king was him because achieving immortality wasn't such an impossible thing. Zelrecht was the perfect example of this.

"I order you with a command spell." The red symbol on the back of Yuto's hand shone brightly. "Come Saber."

Mordred appeared in a swirl of mana and immediately rushed to the second Fafnir, kicking him on the forehead and violently hurling him back.

Mordred vanished and reappeared next to Yuto.

"Well done. Now let me take care of him. You cover for me." Mordred handed Clarent over to Yuto and took Balmung in exchange.

Although it had been years since they had fought together, their understanding was perfect. They weren't sure if it was because Merlin had given Mordred the memories of the Sixth Holy Grail War back or if it was something born of instinct, but neither of them cared about reason.

"How nostalgic. It seems like nothing had changed." Yuto smiled excitedly. "Die, you stupid lizards!"

The rain of swords increased in intensity. Dragons were pushed to the ground and immobilized by the pressure of the rain.

"No prize in the end. Just an order." Mordred broke the gem stored in the hilt, releasing the ether. "Go to hell and stay there!"

Lucius Tarquinius contemplatively observed what was happening inside Reality Marble.

"Yuto Pendragon," he muttered to himself.

When he was king of Rome, there was a man by that name. He had served him faithfully until he betrayed him and wounded him to death at the Battle of Lake Regillus. He still had the mark of that wound on his chest, a well-lodged arrow that pierced his heart.

"Sir, the army is coming back!" a soldier reported.

He could see that.

"Where is Archer?" Lucius Tarquinius asked.

Morgan, in her crow form, glided and changed into her human form. "That bastard has betrayed or maybe it's more right to say he no longer needs you."

Morgan was against admitting Archer because he had betrayed her once before.

"However, it was a good result," Lucius Tiberius said. "The only one who could stand in my way was knocked out. Marching now and taking power would be simple."

But nothing was ever that simple. In fact, Merlin's presence was the second biggest obstacle. Morgan was absolutely certain that he had set some trap in the city.

"Don't overestimate yourself, king of Rome," Morgan rebuked, smiling contentedly. "Fortunately this was all within my calculations. Now it's time to move on to the second part of MY plan."

"Man! You sure took your time with Archer," Yuto said, falling down exhausted.

"I didn't beat him. He just retired," Mordred admitted, sitting next to Yuto. "He said he had no reason to stay here anymore."

"So he's still around, huh?" Yuto sighed. "It doesn't matter. Well done, Mordred!"

He was tired. His reserves of magical energy were completely empty. Summoning Mordred had required most of them, then the fighting continued and in the end he had to deploy the Reality Marble.

"I don't know what you did, but good work," Tiberius congratulated them, offering them food and wine.

"I did the best I could. I killed one dragon and Mordred killed another," Yuto said. "The third was injured, but I was exhausted to keep reality marble."

Mordred was not even a convenient servant to maintain. Yuto was perfectly aware of how "excited" she was to fight Archer. They had caused more damage to them than the monsters themselves.

"That woman... what was her name... Morgan said that Lucius Tarquinius is the king," Claudius said.

Upon hearing that name, Yuto and Mordred dropped the plates to the ground, petrified by a dangerous mixture of anger and concern.

"You don't mean Morgan Le Fay, do you?" Mordred asked, trying to contain her anger.

"Keep the calm, Mordred. Release that anger on her," Yuto said.

Despite the shocking revelation, Yuto remained calm. In his heart he knew that Morgan was somewhere in that world, planning something against King Arthur.

"Do you know who she is?" Claudius asked.

Yuto sighed and turned to Lavinia the younger. "The stories I told you to get you to sleep were not stories. I used to romance them a bit to fit a child, but they were real or they would be. King Arthur's full name is Arthur Pendragon."

"Wait?! Pendragon?" Claudius was shocked.

"Yes, it is just as you think." Yuto turned to Merlin and nodded his head.

Merlin beat the staff. A series of images entered the minds of Tiberius and Claudius.

Rather than start telling a story that would take a couple of hours to wrap up, showing them his past was easier. Besides, since Morgan was mixed up in this, he was sure they would have found out.

"It was easier than telling you seven centuries of history," Yuto said, removing Excalibur from his chest. "How do you feel? Laughed? Disgusted? Furious?"

"No, I'm just confused," Tiberius said, trying to process what he had just seen. "That explains why you're so sure Gilgamesh's vault has been opened."

They now had confirmation of how dangerous Gilgamesh's treasures could be, clarifying the delicacy of the situation Rome was in. Besides, it put Yuto in a different light.

"If I showed you this, it's not because I want you to know my past, but to show you how dangerous the enemy is," Yuto said, knowing that showing them who he was meant to upset the image he had built. "There's nothing glorious in my past, but it can help for once."

The story of Rome was in their minds. Unlike the writings and stories, that was the story seen through the eyes of those who had lived it. There were discrepancies between what was handed down and that, but the reliability was much more accurate.

"I only have one question," Tiberius sat in front of Yuto. "What is your goal?"

There was no simple Roman before him, but he was in fact one of the founders of the city, though his name had always been obscured by his own will.

There was really nothing he desired for himself. However, there was only one desire he had.

"I want to repay all the people who treated me well," Yuto replied, surprising Mordred. "And this applies both to her who raised me and to those who have treated me well so far."