"Why carry that shoddy flag? Make a better one!"
"No way! I can make prettier flags, but this one's special! My favorite!"
"Why that one?!"
"It's the first I made, when you told me to try writing! A keepsake!"
"—"
"A flag? If you're making one, write something on it. Probably messy, though."
"Right! 'Chaldea's everyone'… I'll show you first when it's done!"
"Ha, I'll laugh my head off."
"Messy or not, I made this flag! Toss it? Never! I'd rather—"
"Don't offer yourself!!"
Found you!
"Roar, Gilgil Machine! Dawn dash—don't slack, hold tight!"
The golden machine blazed across Rome's wild plains.
"Yahoo—!!"
"Even if I'm used to it, it's fast, Hero King!!"
"Haha, I told you! Speed is a soldier's virtue! King or not, it's my essence!"
"Vimana's elegant, but I love the Gilgil Machine's wind-cutting thrill!!"
"I-I prefer Vimana's calm—!"
"Then Vimana for the return! Dash there, glide back—Gorgeous Touring style!"
Full throttle, the Gilgil Machine outran everything!
"Spikes handle rough terrain! To Etna's peak!"
Why race to Mount Etna?
"A leyline's detected at Etna. For smooth supplies and summons, please head there…"
Romani's words meant setting a circle at the volcano.
"So, Nero, I'm off for errands."
"Approved! Go!"
Nero's quick nod set the march.
"They're getting chummy…"
"What happened while I slept?!"
"Secret. Rise, Mash, Master! We ride!"
A dawn bike tour called for the Gilgil Machine, and they set off in a rush.
The roaring machine reached Etna's base in minutes.
"Here, dismount. Activate the leyline, do your duty."
"Gil, where're you going?"
"The peak, on personal business."
"The peak?! By bike?!"
"How else? Just a quick setup."
A setup. A certainty to restore this era.
Meaningless until all's done, but…
"Romani, support them. Don't lose track."
"On it! I'm working too!"
"Be careful, Gil."
"I'll protect Senpai."
"Umu—off I go! A king climbs alone on his iron steed! Charge, Gilgil Machine!!"
Drifting, he gunned for the summit!
"Watch, Ishtar! I'll steal your legend!!"
Stay safe, you two.
Scattering ether, the steed stormed the mountain.
"No beasts? Dull."
Kicking rocks, conquering paths, he ravaged the climb.
At Etna's smoky summit, he arrived swiftly.
High. Vast.
The world sprawled below, the crater yawning behind.
Don't think about falling.
"Now, the setup."
From golden ripples, an empty Grail emerged.
"Here."
He tossed it into the crater.
The vessel plummeted, swallowed.
"Will it fill, or be wasted? A spectacle."
It's unreachable until the era's fixed.
For an unseen future's stockpile.
He turned, crimson eyes scanning.
"Now, to see the fool flaunting my treasures."
His gaze stretched, then focused, locking on the golden cup's location.
"As expected, you blind mongrel."
A green-clad man, near a throne in ⬛⬛⬛, held the Grail—Lev Lainur.
"Flauros, was it? Exiled from the temple for past failures. Pathetic."
The enemy I'll crush. The root.
"Thief's audacity. Touching my wealth with filthy hands—you'll pay in full."
The golden king sneered at the betrayer.
"Ready your neck. The moment Mash and Ritsuka pit me against you, your judgment comes."
No mercy for you.
"Entertain me at your end. Ha! Hahahaha!!"
Olga Marie's pain and despair would be repaid with interest.
His laughter and resolve echoed atop the volcano.
"...Hm?"
Lev Lainur, clutching the Grail, stirred.
"What's wrong?" a majestic voice asked.
"Nothing… felt watched. Impossible. None can find us."
He raised the shining Grail.
"Destroy, invade, ravage! The miracle's here, our mission assured!"
"…"
"Yes—the omnipotent wish-granter is mine!"
The betrayer's voice rang high.
"—Nero. My child."
"Back. Why so tired?"
"We fought enemies swarming the leyline!"
"Ghosts galore. Martha smashed them…"
She fought with fists, no doubt.
"Her doctrine denies ghosts. Back to Rome—Nero's strategy should be set."
"Why am I the imitation while she gets the name?! Favoritism?!"
"You showed some merit. Vimana, start! Board! We'll be there in thirty minutes—a Vimana U-turn! Hahaha!"
"You're chipper, Gil!"
"Found a fun clown. Vimana, rise! To Rome's triumph!"
Carrying humanity's champions, the throne soared skyward.
"Come, Jack, Nursery. Clothes for you."
"Mine and Atalante's work—perfect fit!"
"Yay!"
"So happy, so happy!"
"Let's change—"
"I'll dress them—"
"Hm?"
"Eh?"
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