The events of the night had sparked unprecedented action in Rome. During the investigation, the involvement of people from all social classes was revealed, and because many senators also served as court presidents, many sentences were called into question.

This concerned Yuto. He'd never heard of a sentence suspension for those convicted by corrupt judges. The only exception was Yuto, who forgot to put on the mask (a mystical code he had created) and was thus seen in action. He had been forgiven, and everything taken from him had been returned with interest.

"It makes me feel sick," Mordred said, her face green with bile.

Yuto shared her disgust. Julian's sculptures and frescoes were truly disgusting. On the one hand, he wanted to rip them apart, and on the other, he wanted to sell them, always assuming that someone would buy them.

"Jack likes Jack's new home!" Jack said, looking out the window. "We have plenty of room to play with Mom."

Yuto smiled, pleased that Jack enjoyed their new home. "I am glad you like it!"

Yuto and Mordred were repaid with the public farm that had once belonged to Julian, as well as a triumph ceremony, as a result of the Senate decision. Such a ceremony would have occurred only after everything had been rebuilt.

"What do we do while waiting for the Senate to make a decision?" Mordred asked.

They had become celebrities in Rome. They found it difficult to move around the streets because everyone was watching them.

"I was thinking of becoming a praetorian," Yuto told me.

"Do you want to be the emperor's dog?" Mordred frowned, perplexed at the decision. "I understand why you want to do this, but you're not the type to follow orders."

"Of course I do," Yuto replied, laughing sarcastically. "Well, I actually follow them as far as I can."

Mordred cast a lazy look at Yuto.

"Would you believe me if I told you I was more afraid of Octavian than Morgan?" Yuto said this as he knocked down a statue. "I have gotten to know that witch. I understand how she thinks and what she can do. Octavian is a ruthless individual. Keeping him good is the best course of action."

"Are you thinking of a political marriage?"Mordred asked.

"There is no better way to approach Octavian than that," Yuto remarked, touching his chin. "Who will she choose between Scribonia and Livia Drusilla?"

"Are you sure she'll choose one of Octavian's wives?" Mordred replied. "And who exactly?"

"I do not know," Yuto replied. "I'll need to keep an eye on all three."

Octavian would marry three times.

The marriage with his first wife, Clodia Pulcra, had taken place to make peace with Mark Antony, but it ended soon after, possibly at the request of Octavian himself, who did not want a good relationship with Anthony.

The second, with Scribonia, aimed to form an alliance with Sextus Pompey.

The last one, with Livia Drusilla, was primarily for political reasons, though there were hints that Octavian was deeply in love with her. In this case, she was only suspect number one.

"I need evidence to expose her and to think of something to stop her escape," Yuto told me.

"Are you going to summon another servant?" Mordred asked.

Yuto shook his head. Summoning another servant may have serious consequences. What he was planning was even crazier.

"I need your help, Mordred. I want you to find someone and persuade him to help me," Yuto stated. "I could do it myself, but I'd end up destroying Rome if I met that man."

Mordred wrinkled her brow. She knew exactly who Yuto wanted her to deal with. She had negative vibes, especially since Archer was Yuto and Mordred knew how difficult dealing with him could be.

"I try, but I guarantee you nothing," Mordred said, sighing heavily.

"I am fine with that. Do your best," Yuto said as he left.

"Um... can you repeat?" Yuto blinked quickly upon hearing Claudius' request.

"This is my son, Septimius. I would like you to train him," Claudius said, introducing his son.

Septimius was Claudius and Lucilla's son. He was no more than five or six years old, with light brown hair and dark eyes reminiscent of his mother and father. But there was something strange about his face. There was anticipation and excitement.

"I have never been a teacher. I am not sure if I can," Yuto said. "As far as you can ask, I think there are better people than me."

"Do you know anyone?" Claudius asked.

"Well, I would say that Merlin would be better suited to this, but his skill is equal to his irresponsibility." Yuto turned away from Septimius to Claudius, then back to Claudius' son. "I suppose you don't accept no for an answer, do you?"

Yuto exhaled. "I will ask Merlin when we will be done with the Britons."

Claudius nodded.

Yuto lowered himself to the height of Claudius' son and observed him. It was fine that he was little, but he had seen children his age who did not cling timidly to their father's trousers.

"Do you have a wish?" Yuto asked.

"Uh?" Septimius blinked.

"Consider this the first lesson. If you can't understand it, I won't teach you," Yuto said, looking eagerly into Septimius' eyes. "Dreams shape people. If you don't have a dream, fighting is pointless. So, what do you want?"

Yuto realised it was a difficult question to ask a child. He didn't even expect an answer. Desires were difficult for everyone to understand.

"If he can give me an answer in three days, I will agree to train him in time for military service," Yuto said, turning to Claudius. "Anyway, that makes me think I'll still have to prepare some material."

"When you and my sister get married, my father expects you to give him a grandson as soon as possible," Claudius said with an ironic smile on his face.

"Oh, so you've already made your plans," Yuto said, annoyed.

He desired to have one heir who could start the House of Pendragon and another who could start the House of Tohsaka.

"Lavinia wants the same thing," Claudius said.

"Hmm... maybe or maybe not," Yuto reflected thoughtfully. "Rather, didn't you have something else to discuss?"

Claudius nodded and directed him to follow him. They entered the house. In addition to private matters, Claudius wanted to talk about the military ones.

"There appears to be some development on the issue of Britain," Claudius said, sitting on a triclinium. "Some senators seem to have started to show interest."

"What do you mean?" Yuto asked.

"Except for the fact that they appear to be interested in the profit of a possible conquest, it appears that information about magical weapons has leaked," Claudius warned, causing Yuto to become alarmed. "I don't know how they knew, or maybe I have an idea, but it seems that interest in Britain is at the heart of the Senate's thinking."

"If they get their hands on them, I'll have to kill them all and take those swords," Yuto said, biting his thumb in frustration. "I don't want to do that so I'll have to act first and without the senate's permission."

"Wait. Were you already considering going there?" Claudius inquired, shocked.

"Time is the only thing I don't have," Yuto said harshly. "If the Senate doesn't give the green light, then I should have done it without their permission."

Yuto couldn't see any other options. He was not going to give Morgan or Lucius Tarquinius any more advantage. He would have paid the price for those constructs, even if it meant becoming King of Britain.

"But the mos maiorum..."

"There are times when you have to go beyond traditions," Yuto said, interrupting Claudius. "And if you think about it, what tradition did Romulus follow when he decided to found Rome?"

Claudius swallowed nervously. Yuto's expression, posture, and tone of voice gave him the impression that he was in the presence of a king, or possibly a God.

"Traditions must be celebrated, but they must not affect our lives," Yuto said. "If something bad happened and I couldn't take action because it says the opposite, I would almost certainly end up regretting it."

"Do you want to avoid having regrets?" Claudius asked. He had mixed feelings about the speech.

"Doing the right thing is more important than respecting traditions for me," Yuto told him. "But what does it mean to do the right thing?"

"This would imply leaving and staying away for a long time. What will you do with Lavinia?" Claudius asked.

Yuto was annoyed because she was constantly in the way. He was well aware that Tiberius and Claudius saw her as a tool for binding him to them. Although they may have adored her, she was a woman, and as such, her usefulness was limited to the purpose of marriage.

He despised this.

"I'll tell her what I want to do and let her decide," Yuto said, surprising Claudius. "Getting in touch with other cultures can only benefit her, but I will not force her to follow me. The mission is risky and will make me enemies in both Rome and Britain."

He, Mordred, and Jack could easily be accepted in Britain. However, they couldn't guarantee that a Roman noblewoman would be accepted by the so-called "barbarians".

"What do you really want to do?" Claudius inquired, agitated.

"The correct question is what kind of world I want to give them," Yuto replied, smiling. "I dislike the current one. There are too many conflicts, violence, and injustices."

"That's why we..."

"There's no hope on the battlefield. It has nothing but unspeakable despair. Just a crime we call victory, paid for by the pain of the defeated. Yet humanity has never recognized this truth. And the reason for that is, in every era, a dazzling hero has blinded people with their legends and prevented them from seeing the evil of bloodshed. The true nature of humanity has not advanced a step beyond the Stone Age."

The ghostly figure of a raven-haired man with black eyes overlaps Yuto's.

Yuto laughed ironically, quoting his grandfather's words. Perhaps the years had shaped him into something more than he appeared.

"War causes despair, which in turn breeds hatred. Hatred grows, igniting new wars. It's a vicious circle that must be broken," Yuto explained.

He unintentionally recalled his parents' deaths. In fact, it was an excellent example of what he had just stated. Rather than being angry or sad, he felt determined.

"Octavian will change the shape of the container, but I will change the contents," said Yuto.

The job would not have been easy. He had to first unite people's hearts and push everyone to walk a single path, erasing racial differences and combining cultures to form a single race known as "mankind."

"Let me ask you one last question. Will you do everything yourself?" Claudius asked.

"No, of course not." Yuto smiled cheerfully. "Fate did not want me to fight alone."

"Did Merlin use his clairvoyance to find me?" Archer snorted, annoyed.

Mordred wasn't pleased either. Archer may have been Yuto, but she could no longer see him as her brother. Of course, she was aware of what the Counter Guardian were and understood Archer's transformation, but she despised those who denied their beliefs.

"So, what did he send you for?" Archer asked.

"Before we get into it, I want to clarify something. You are Yuto, and you want to kill him. So, why didn't you? What did you expect him to accomplish?" Mordred asked.

"I expect him to live or die before the omelette is done," Archer told Mordred, surprising him. "I lived my life for the sake of others, without considering what I wanted. It wasn't until long after I became a guardian that I realised my mistake."

"Either he starts living by putting himself in the first place or he better die, is that what you mean?" Mordred replied, uncertain. "How should someone who has lived eight hundred years just for this change?"

"The world is like a painting," Archer explained. "There is one main subject, followed by details that complete the work. To enjoy life, you must also appreciate the details."

Marriage and married life, having a child, and partying with friends. They were small details that did not alter the subject of the picture but made it more appealing to the viewer's eye.

"Archer, how was your end?" Mordred asked, her face somewhat gloomy.

"Unfortunately, I don't remember it. I wasn't betrayed like the other one," Archer said. "I do remember one thing."

Archer stared at Mordred, his eyes unwavering, but his hands trembling, which Mordred noticed.

"He had ten horns and seven heads, on the horns ten crowns, and on each head a blasphemous title. It was similar to a leopard, with the legs like those of a bear and the mouth like that of a lion. The dragon gave her his strength, his throne and his authority."

"So you died because of a Phantasmatic species superior even to dragons," Mordred argued.

"If he had been a simple Phantasmatic Species, I would have had a chance to beat him," Archer laughed sarcastically. "I have no idea who he was, but he was the catalyst for my decision to become a Counter Guardian. Even now, I remember feeling terrified and powerless when I saw his power."

Him? Powerless? Even after encountering Ea's power? Mordred struggled to believe Archer felt weak, but she could see Archer's hands trembling at the thought.

"So you too are fallible." Mordred and Archer turned to see a cloaked woman sitting next to the knight of treachery. She soon revealed herself to be Lavinia, who had been following Mordred in secret alongside Jack.

Archer was surprised to see Lavinia emerge. She slowly lowered the hood of the tunic he was wearing.

"I didn't want to believe what I heard," Lavinia said in a low voice. "Because you attacked Rome."

"He didn't," Mordred responded, defending the archer. "In spite of the destruction they caused, he saved many lives... at least as many as his hands could reach."

"Well, you blew my cover," Archer remarked, annoyed. "Well, tell me why you came, sister."

"Yuto would like you to put your skills at his disposal," Mordred told you.

Archer smiled ironically. This was by far the funniest thing he had ever heard.

"That idiot asks his future self, who wants to kill him, to help him in something foolish," Archer said mockingly. "He is without restraint."

Mordred shook casually. "You're the one who played with Gilgamesh."

"Yeah, that's true," Archer agreed. "So, what does he want me to do?"

"I think you should keep an eye on the situation here while we're in Britain," Mordred said, placing a piece of parchment on the table. "The specifics are written there, including how freely you may act. Knowing him, killing one or two senators or corrupt knights might be acceptable."

"He wants me to make sure there are no strange movements and that Octavian actually becomes Augustus." Archer turned his attention from parchment to Mordred. "He's planning something long-term."

"That's exactly what I believe. Frankly, his evil mind devised something stupid." Mordred turned to face Lavinia. "The main issue is what to do with you. Yuto undoubtedly wants to solve Britain's problem. Vivian will not give up until he has resolved the situation.

"It will take years, and in the meantime you may have had an extramarital affair with another man, or he may meet a woman he truly loves," Archer said, leaving Lavinia speechless.

"I don't care if Yuto finds another woman, but if you hurt him, I'll destroy your entire family in front of your eyes," Mordred said, her voice threatening.

"If you want advice, don't marry him." Archer took a sip of wine and stared even more intently at Lavinia. "You are from two completely different worlds. You are a noblewoman born and raised in a glass bell while he learned how the world work even before he could speak."

"What do you mean?" Lavinia asked.

"Do you know our true name?" Archer asked.

"..." Lavinia couldn't respond. She suspected her answer might be incorrect.

Archer snorted slowly. "I see he didn't tell you." He turned to Mordred, who nodded before turning back to Lavinia. "Our real name is Yuto Pendragon."

Lavinia's expression was one of shock.

"We are the rightful ruler of Britain."