What if, you become a servant in Chaldea?

Author: I'm edited the chapter 10 and 12, so please read it before you're read this chapter!

Hopefully you're enjoying this chapter

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In battle simulation, Chaldea

Charles notched the arrow, its faint golden glow shimmering in the sunlight, and let it loose with precision.

The arrow sped through the air toward Nero, its speed cutting through the serene silence of the grassy field.

"Not bad!"

Nero shouted as she dodged the arrow with an elegant sidestep. Her crimson dress flowed as she moved, her sword already in motion. With a quick lunge, she closed the distance between them, her blade aimed directly at Charles.

Charles swiftly transformed the bow back into a sword, parrying her strike just in time. The clash sent sparks flying, and Charles gritted his teeth as Nero pushed forward, her strength apparent.

"You're stronger than you look, Nero!"

Charles muttered as he braced himself against her onslaught.

Nero grinned, her emerald eyes alight with excitement.

"Of course! A ruler must command strength and grace in equal measure! Umu!"

With a sudden burst of energy, Charles twisted his sword, deflecting Nero's blade and forcing her back. Seizing the opening, he activated his Charisma skill.

"Do you feel it, Nero? The resolve of a king!"

A faint aura surrounded him, his presence growing more commanding as the skill enhanced his strength and bolstered his confidence. Nero faltered slightly, momentarily stunned by the sheer weight of his charisma.

(Author: don't expect her to be blushing. she has magic resistance, sigh but still I'm wanting to write it like she is blushing because Charles charm but it's to cringe when I'm written it so I'm not writing it)

"Hoh?"

Nero said, shaking off the effect with a smirk.

"I must admit, Charles, your spirit is impressive. But it takes more than that to overwhelm me! Umu!"

As Nero recovered, Charles shifted his sword into a spear once more. He spun it expertly, the weapon humming as it cut through the air.

"Let's see how you handle this!"

Charles charged forward, the spear thrusting toward Nero with pinpoint accuracy.

Nero parried with her blade, but the length and reach of the spear forced her to give ground. Charles pressed his advantage, using the spear's flexibility to unleash rapid, varied strikes that kept her on the defensive.

"You're quite the tactician, Charles,"

Nero admitted, dodging another thrust.

"But brute force alone won't bring you victory. Allow me to show you the Emperor's resolve!"

She activated her Imperial Privilege skill, her movements growing faster and more refined as she unleashed a flurry of counterattacks. Charles struggled to maintain his footing as Nero's strikes came faster and harder, her blade flashing like fire.

(Author:If I remember correctly, the imperial privilege skill itself gives Nero an attack buff so it's fine to write it like this right?)

Recognizing the shift in momentum, Charles leaped back, his spear transforming into a shield.

"Resourcefulness is the key to survival,"

he said, raising the shield to block Nero's incoming strike. The clash rang out like a thunderclap,

but Charles held firm, his Magic Resistance skill protecting him from the magical energy radiating from Nero's blade.

Nero grinned, stepping back to assess her opponent.

"A shield now? You truly live up to your title, Charles! Umu!"

(Author:"the master of all weapon")

Charles smiled, lowering the shield slightly.

"A ruler must adapt to any situation. It's not about having the strongest weapon—it's about using the right tool at the right time."

The shield shimmered, transforming back into a sword. Charles activated his Golden Rule skill, the faint golden aura surrounding him briefly as it restored some of his energy.

"Let's keep going, Nero. I'm not done yet."

Charles rushed forward, his sword glowing faintly as he infused it with mana. Nero met him head-on, their blades clashing in a dazzling display of skill and determination.

"You're good, Charles,"

Nero said, her voice laced with admiration.

"But I won't lose! Umu!"

Their battle reached a fever pitch, both combatants pushing themselves to their limits. Charles's adaptability and mastery of weapons were on full display as he seamlessly switched between sword, spear, and bow, keeping Nero guessing at every turn.

Finally, Nero landed a well-placed strike, forcing Charles to stumble back. She pointed her sword at him, a triumphant grin on her face.

"Do you yield, young king?"

Charles wiped the sweat from his brow, his smirk undiminished.

"Not yet. But I'll admit—you're stronger than I expected."

The two lowered their weapons, their sparring match ending in mutual respect.

"You fight well, Charles."

Nero said, resting her sword on her shoulder.

"For someone so young, your skill is remarkable. Umu!"

Charles shrugged, his expression humble.

"I've had to fight for everything I have. It's how I became the ruler I am today."

Nero nodded, her smile softening.

"A fine philosophy for a king. Perhaps we'll spar again someday. Umu!"

"Count on it."

Charles replied, extending his hand.

The two rulers shook hands, their camaraderie solidified through battle.

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Author:This time I only wrote the chapter short, man I'm just feeling so sleepy.