[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/m4dsWXq.png[/img][color=d9869f][h2]Lucius Tiberius[/h2][/color][i][h3]New Roman Empire, Einzbern Forest[/h3][/i][@Kyuuzen][/center]
With Arturus defeated, his will spread out and sank into the earth. 

[i][center]Behold, the glory of the emperor, who builds godlike wonders.

Behold, the terror of the emperor, who conquers with a monstrous lust.[/center][/i]
The forest sang as it was cowed under the force of the emperor. A beautiful sound. A terrible sound. 

He laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed. 

...but, this was not laughter at the opponent that had fallen. There was not an ounce of derision in his voice. No, this was a pure, unbridled excitement. 

Deeper into the forest, there were some presences frantically flitting about. One Servant, and several others. The Servant lacked the strength of existence possessed by the Arturus he had just fought, and it wasn't hard to surmise that the humans near it were the Masters of the two Servants who had evidently been stationed here. 

Ah, well, he was at least glad the second Servant had not interfered. It would have ruined his mood if someone had interrupted his fight, and that was something nobody wanted to happen.

Deciding to check on his Vassal, the Saber's mind stretched out to see his approach of the Native District. 

The Native District that was currently embroiled in a riot. 

...really, hadn't he said to avoid dying? This damned Vassal had evidently been given far too much freedom.

The other Servant was no Arturus, and the humans were mere humans, so there was no sense in tarrying any longer. Contenting himself by taking ahold of all the land in the forest that was not a part of that blossoming domain, he departed. 

He cut through the Foreign District, and there he conquered all in his way. Rich lands, ones that reminded him of Arturus's Britain. A fallen leyline, one dyed in the colors of a foreign magus. Perhaps this Japan truly was worth taking.  

...A strange structure, that reeked of primordial curses, a place where humans had gathered. Granted, he did not conquer the land of that one. After all, perhaps it could be a suitable exercise for his Vassal, since he seemed intent on wasting Lucius's time as it was. 

Of course, that was merely one side of the coin.

[color=d9869f][i]'...someone with the qualification.'[/i][/color]

Yes, this Fuyuki was [b]truly[/b] interesting.

And so, he continued. From the forest to the Foreigner's Lowlands, from the Lowlands to the remnants of Miyama itself, and from there to the fringe of the Native District where his Vassal had departed for. Dominating the land as he went, the Servant cut a path through Fuyuki at a speed that only one existence in this war could outdo.

An amused grin cut across his face as he caught sight of the events in the Native District with his own two eyes. Even as he darted towards the location of his Vassal and his will again sunk into the land, he let out a sharp laugh. 

So that's what was going on. What an entertaining sideshow for the masses, but at the same time, it was far too lowbrow for his Vassal to engage with. Ending the riot, cowing the mob mentality and either restoring peace through clearing the people's minds or killing them would be something he could accomplish in a heartbeat, but he made no effort to do it. 

A problem created by humans should be solved by humans, after all. This hadn't reached near the level that required a god to step in. He had no desire to dirty his hands with the tainted blood of one of [i]those[/i], as well.

Appearing at the magus's side without warning, Prydwyn found himself lifted into the air before he properly knew what was happening. 

[color=d9869f]"Vassal, if you must test your might, do not do it against mindless violence of the populace. Find worthy opponents and match them."[/color]

Scolding the magus with an exasperated crease to his brow, the Servant took off with him, due south.