Fate/Lust break

The place seemed dark, too dark it like there was no one there but there was someone as there in the middle of the this room was one man this was Lev, the man responsible for the explosion in Chaldea and one of the pawns id Draco, in his hand was grail, just like in Orleans he wanted to summon a servant who will take the grail to cause chaos in the Singularty and diverse Proper human history, but the one he summoned Romulus was not interested in destroying Rome but instead rulling it again, so he summoned more servant to help does the united Roman empire was made didn't help the man was wearing nearly noting, he was lancer but Romulus was the founder of Rome so it made sense ans right now he was looking at him holding rhr grail as they got information that Caesar had died.

Lev stood in the center of the dark room, his hand tightly clutching the grail as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. The faint glow of the grail illuminated his face, casting shadows that only deepened the coldness in his expression. The information that Caesar had fallen, his once proud army shattered, had reached him, and yet there was no sign of panic. Instead, there was a quiet, dangerous calm.

He had expected this outcome. After all, the plan was never just to summon a mere Servant. It was to create a foundation, to give birth to a power that could reshape everything, and if things didn't go as expected—well, that was why he had other servants at his disposal.

Lev let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at the grail, the cursed object that held the potential to change the fate of this war. The grail itself shimmered with dark energy, almost pulsating with a life of its own.

Romulus, who had appeared as a Lancer in this form, stood at his side, watching with a calculated gaze. The founder of Rome had not been interested in the chaos Lev intended to create; instead, Romulus sought to revive the glory of the empire, to rule again and restore Rome to its former might. But that was where their goals diverged.

Lev, who had watched his plan unfold from the shadows, was now in a precarious position. The United Roman Empire, which had once been a tool of his grand design, was now more of a liability. Romulus, with his ambitions and pride, was beginning to act as if he could take charge of the empire himself—perhaps to the point of rebellion against Lev's control.

"What is it now?" Lev's voice broke the silence, though his gaze never left the grail. "Your soldiers fall, your empire is crumbling, and yet you still seek more, Romulus. How many more will it take before you realize that the future is not in your hands?"

Romulus's piercing eyes narrowed, his posture regal even in this moment. "The empire is not dead," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "It only needs a true leader to bring it back to life. You and your schemes are nothing but a means to an end. But I will not let this empire fade. I will see it rise again."

Lev chuckled softly. "You think you can command the tide of history? You are nothing more than a tool for chaos. But fine. If you want to rule this pathetic world, go ahead. But remember, Romulus, the grail is mine, and it will serve me, not you."

Romulus's grip tightened on his spear. "You speak too much for someone who doesn't understand the weight of destiny. Rome was built on the bones of its enemies, and it will be rebuilt on the same foundation. You think you can wield this grail to manipulate history, but all you're doing is delaying the inevitable."

Lev's eyes narrowed, his hand gripping the grail more tightly. "You don't understand, do you? You and your empire are nothing but a small part of a much larger game. I will burn everything down, and you, Romulus, will be nothing but a footnote in the new history I create."

Romulus didn't respond, but the tension in the air grew thick. It was clear that neither of them would be willing to back down. The dark room seemed to grow colder as Lev stepped forward, the grail glowing with power, its dark magic beginning to seep into the very fabric of the air around them.

"I will summon more," Lev muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking to the shadows in the room. "More servants, more power. Together, we will burn the world and forge a new one in its ashes."

As he spoke, the shadows in the room seemed to shift and ripple, as though they were alive. The energy around them began to swirl, and from the darkness, the figures of more Servants began to emerge. The room, once empty, was now filled with figures—dark, imposing, and full of power.

Lev smiled, his confidence growing as he watched them materialize. "This is only the beginning. Once we have enough, we will not only control Rome—we will control the world itself."

Romulus, though his ambitions were not aligned with Lev's, couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. The power of these new Servants, the potential to lead an empire once more, stirred something deep within him. But as the dark figures surrounded them, there was one thing both Lev and Romulus could agree on—this would be a battle like no other.

And in the shadows, an unknown force stirred, waiting for its time to strike.

With the Servants now fully materialized, Lev turned toward Romulus. "You may not want this empire to fall, but understand this. It is not just the United Roman Empire we must focus on. This war will reshape everything. And I intend to be the one to guide it."

Romulus narrowed his eyes. "Then we shall see who truly has the right to rule."

Romulus then took the holy grail. As he walked up as he was ready to summon a new servant

Romulus stood with a proud smirk, holding the glowing grail, which now pulsed with an even darker energy. "A new general, a better one," he said with an air of authority. The grail flared once more, and the summoning ritual began. The shadows around them seemed to stir, as if in anticipation, and then the air itself seemed to tremble with power.

A burst of radiant light filled the room, and as it dimmed, the figure of a towering warrior emerged from the glowing mist. The man wore a helmet resembling that of a Spartan warrior, the bronze gleaming in the dim light, with a fierce red plume running down the crest. His muscular frame was adorned with a simple, but imposing, tunic, and a deep crimson cape flowed behind him. His eyes glinted with the fierce determination of a warrior, as though he had just emerged from the heat of battle.

Romulus's eyes sparkled with approval, while Lev's face darkened in recognition.

"Leonidas..." Lev muttered under his breath, his voice betraying a flicker of unease. "The King of Sparta, the greatest warrior to ever live in his time... He's no ordinary servant."

Leonidas stepped forward, his eyes scanning the room, looking at Romulus with an appraising, yet respectful, gaze. His voice, when it came, was deep and commanding.

"Who summons me?" he asked, his tone filled with the weight of countless battles. "Who dares call upon the strength of a king, a warrior forged in blood and steel?"

Romulus raised the grail slightly, the power of the holy object rippling in the air. "I am Romulus, founder of Rome. I call you to serve, Leonidas, to lead my army and to restore the empire to its rightful glory."

Leonidas's gaze shifted from Romulus to Lev, sizing him up. "You are the one who brought me here, are you not?" His voice was sharp, as if challenging Lev's presence. "Your intentions... are unclear to me. I will follow a worthy leader, but I will not bend the knee to one who lacks the strength to stand tall."

Lev smiled faintly, sensing the warrior's pride. "I summoned you to lead, King Leonidas," he said with a calm that contrasted the tension in the room. "But you must understand that the world is not as it was in your time. It is a world in which power, not just bloodlines, determines the victor. And I have no intention of losing."

Leonidas grunted, his posture unwavering. "I fight to win, no matter the cost. But be warned, if you do not prove yourself worthy of my sword, I will not hesitate to strike down even the one who summoned me."

Romulus, standing tall, grinned broadly. "Rest assured, Leonidas, you will have the strength to command, and together we will build an empire greater than any that has come before."

Lev, however, remained silent, studying the new Servant carefully. He was a formidable addition, no doubt, but there was something about Leonidas's fiery spirit that seemed to suggest this alliance would not be as smooth as Romulus hoped. The Spartan king's loyalty would not come cheaply, and Lev understood that all too well.

As Leonidas stepped further into the room, his cape billowing behind him, his hand rested instinctively on the hilt of his sword. His stance radiated power, like the calm before a storm.

"So, what now?" Leonidas asked, his gaze fixed on Romulus, awaiting the next command. "Where do we go from here?"

Romulus nodded in response, his mind already turning toward his next conquest. "We will unite the Roman forces, and from there, we will lay waste to those who stand against us. Our empire shall be reborn, and you will lead the charge."

Lev narrowed his eyes. "This is only the beginning. You may have summoned a king, Romulus, but remember—kings are not easily controlled. If Leonidas's ambitions align with your own, then we can succeed. If not, it will be a bloodier path than either of us is prepared for."

Romulus turned to face Lev with a quiet intensity. "I care not for your warnings. We shall see where the winds of fate take us. If Leonidas is the key to my empire's rise, then he will serve me."

But Lev, ever the schemer, knew better than to trust anyone fully. Romulus's ambitions might drive him, but Leonidas's pride would be the wild card in this game of power.

The Spartan king unsheathed his sword, the metal gleaming in the dim light as he turned to face Romulus. "Then lead, and I shall follow. But know this—if your empire falls, it will be your blood that stains the earth, not mine."

Romulus simply nodded, confident in his resolve. "Then let us begin. For Rome, and for the glory of the empire."

Lev observed the exchange carefully, his mind already plotting the next steps. As much as he wanted to control the situation, there was an undeniable sense that Romulus, Leonidas, and the other servants would soon be forces that he would no longer be able to command with ease. But that was the nature of power—unpredictable, uncontrollable, and always shifting. And Lev had learned to adapt to it.

He smiled darkly, turning away from the two men. "The game has only just begun."

To be continued

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