Fate/Lust break

The battlefield was chaos. Two armies clashed in a violent storm of steel and fire. On one side stood Nero Claudius, leading her troops with unwavering determination, her golden armor glinting under the sun as she rallied her soldiers. On the opposing side loomed the forces of the United Roman Empire, commanded by a chubby yet imposing figure dressed in regal red. This was none other than Julius Caesar, a Saber-class servant summoned to the fray. His commanding presence and swordsmanship inspired his army as they advanced relentlessly.

Suddenly, flames burst across the battlefield. The hellfire blazed with an unholy intensity, tearing through Caesar's ranks. Emerging from the inferno was Jeanne d'Arc Alter, her malevolent aura radiating unchecked power. With a wicked smile, she tore into the enemy lines, her blade cutting through soldier after soldier. Blood sprayed as she moved, stakes of fire impaling her foes, while dragons under her command roared and laid waste to the battlefield.

High on a hill overlooking the carnage, Ritsuka stood with his Mystic Eyes active, observing the battle below. To his left was Morgan le Fay, her commanding presence undiminished despite her Berserker-class madness enhancement. Preferring to keep her hands clean, she chanted devastating Area-of-Effect spells, obliterating entire sections of Caesar's forces with cold precision. On Ritsuka's right was Mash Kyrielight, her shield ready as she stood guard, ever watchful for any threats.

Ritsuka let out a sigh, his mind racing as he considered his options. Through the Harem System, he had access to countless abilities from his Servants, but choosing the right one at the right time was crucial. With a resigned breath, he activated Fire of the Heart, summoning brilliant blue flames in his hands. With a swift motion, he sent the flames surging toward the enemy ranks, engulfing their soldiers in a burning tide.

Though he avoided taking lives directly whenever possible, this battle demanded his involvement. Watching his Servants pour their all into the fight, he knew he couldn't stay idle.

Nero, in the thick of the battle, fought alongside Elizabeth Bathory, who seemed to have bonded with her unexpectedly. Their camaraderie was almost as if they'd known each other in another life, their movements synchronized as they mowed down the enemy forces. Meanwhile, Medusa and Kirshtaria Wodime were executing their own strategies, ensuring the enemy's flanks remained exposed.

In the shadows, a Lancer-class servant fought on Ritsuka's behalf, moving with deadly efficiency. Despite the lancer's incredible skill, their true identity remained a mystery—veiled even from Ritsuka, unlike the clear connection between Anastasia and Kadoc.

The battle raged on, with Nero's forces holding their ground against the overwhelming might of the United Roman Empire.

As the battlefield roared with the clash of steel and the screams of soldiers, Nero's commanding voice rang out. "Press forward! For Rome's glory! For our freedom!" Her army, emboldened by her presence, surged with renewed vigor.

Julius Caesar, watching the tide of battle from atop his war chariot, let out a hearty laugh. "Nero, you were always dramatic! Do you think your theatrics will save you today? This empire stands united, while yours is but a shadow of its former self!"

Nero scowled, her crimson eyes narrowing. "My Rome does not rely on shadows, Caesar! It thrives on the hearts of its people!" She raised her sword high, its golden brilliance catching the light, before charging headlong into the fray.

From his vantage point, Ritsuka observed the two rulers clashing, their ideals and wills manifested in the chaos around them. His Mystic Eyes focused on Caesar's chariot. The Saber-class servant radiated an aura of authority, and his sword was no ordinary blade—it pulsed with divine energy, amplifying his soldiers' morale and strength.

Ritsuka turned to Morgan. "That sword. It's the key to his command. Can you disrupt it?"

Morgan's lips curled into a smirk as she began chanting an incantation. "Consider it done." With a wave of her hand, dark, thorn-like tendrils shot out from the ground, aiming to entangle Caesar's chariot and the blade he wielded.

At the same time, Jeanne Alter was carving a path toward Caesar, her dragons wreaking havoc on his lines. Her laughter echoed across the battlefield, a sinister counterpoint to the cries of the wounded. "Caesar! You call yourself a king? Come down here and face me!"

Caesar glanced at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. "A berserk saint corrupted by hatred? How quaint. I'll deal with you in due time."

Before Jeanne Alter could respond, another figure stepped onto the battlefield. A hulking man clad in bronze armor, wielding a massive hammer, marched into view. The ground shook with each step he took.

Ritsuka's eyes widened. "A new servant?" He quickly used his Mystic Eyes to assess the figure. The servant was a Berserker-class, and his name flickered in Ritsuka's vision: Heracles, the Hero of Twelve Labors.

Heracles roared, his voice reverberating across the battlefield as he slammed his hammer into the ground, creating a massive shockwave that sent both armies reeling. Caesar grinned. "Let me introduce you to a true hero. Let's see how your rabble fares against him!"

Ritsuka clenched his fists. "Mash, prepare to intercept! Morgan, keep Caesar busy. Jalter, hold Heracles at bay until I can come up with a strategy!"

As Mash raised her shield and charged toward Heracles, Jalter barked out a laugh. "Finally, a real challenge!" She dashed toward the Berserker, flames erupting around her as her dragons circled overhead.

Nero, noticing the shift in the battle, called out to Ritsuka. "Master! I leave Heracles to you. I'll deal with Caesar myself!" Without waiting for a response, she surged toward her former emperor, their swords clashing in a storm of sparks and fury.

Ritsuka activated another skill from the Harem System: Leadership, amplifying the strength and endurance of his Servants. "Elizabeth, Medusa, support Jalter! Kirshtaria, neutralize the enemy's mages!"

The battlefield became a maelstrom of power and chaos, with Servants unleashing their Noble Phantasms, armies clashing, and the ground itself quaking under the weight of their conflict.

As the fight raged on, Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that something—someone—was watching him. He turned his gaze to the horizon, where a figure cloaked in shadow stood, their presence barely discernible. Whoever they were, they were no ordinary observer.

For now, he focused on the battle. Whatever this looming threat was, it could wait.

Mash looked at Ritsuka. "Senpai what will you do".

Ritsuka then looked down. "You said this place has a lay line, I will try and summon a servant".

Mash noded, as she put down her shield. "Yes, let's do to even the battle, with Hercules out we need all the help".

Ritsuka then started to chant, as he did the light then glows as then a light happend as then they came out as the light died down, Ritsuka and Mash who it was, it was an Archer servant.

She has long silver long hair, dark skin and sky blue eyes she was wearing less then modest outfit as she was wearing will a Biki is the only way to put it with ripped clothes, as she has chains around her.

The gril looked at him, her Sky Blue eyes meet with Ritsuka Sea blue. "I am the Queen of Palmyra, Zenobia. I am an Archer. ...You must be wondering "What's up with my getup", right? Don't worry, I'm of the same opinion. However, there is no problem. This is something that can not be helped. Ignore these restraints as well. I can fight just fine even in a form like this. To display that fact───it is likely that I am here for that reason".

Ritsuka was just blinking, he had a blush on his face not only because of her beauty but what she was wearing now sure he has seen Kama wearing the same thing many times but that was with nightly activities they did he took of his Mystic coded coat as he close his eyes and put on her, Zenobia was just supirse and a faint bluse was on her face

Zenobia blinked at the gesture, momentarily caught off guard. She looked down at the Mystic Code coat draped over her shoulders, her fingers lightly brushing against the fabric. "You are quite the gentleman, Master," she said, her lips curving into a faint smile.

Ritsuka opened his eyes, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "It's just… well, you're about to fight, and it didn't feel right to leave you like that."

Mash, standing beside him, gave an approving nod. "That's just like you, Senpai. Zenobia, we're grateful to have you here. The situation is dire, and we need your strength."

Zenobia's smile grew more confident as she adjusted the coat. "I see. Very well, then. If I am summoned to aid your cause, I shall do so with all my might. The Queen of Palmyra does not shy away from battle, even if her attire might suggest otherwise."

Ritsuka nodded. "Good. We're up against Heracles—a Berserker with terrifying strength. We need to hold him off and create an opening for our other Servants to counter Julius Caesar's army."

Zenobia's expression grew serious. "Heracles, is it? A formidable opponent, but even the strongest have weaknesses. With my bow, I will aim for the cracks in his armor."

Mash raised her shield. "I'll protect you, Senpai, and Zenobia. Let's synchronize our attacks and cover each other!"

The battlefield trembled as Heracles let out another thunderous roar, his hammer smashing into the ground and sending shockwaves through the area. Jalter, bloodied but still grinning, called out, "Master! If you're going to do something, do it now! I can't keep this beast entertained forever!"

Ritsuka clenched his fist. "Zenobia, are you ready?"

Zenobia nocked an arrow, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Heracles. "Always."

"Good. Let's move!"

Ritsuka activated his Tactical Insight skill, enhancing their coordination. As Mash charged ahead to block Heracles' next attack, Zenobia took aim from a distance, her bow glowing with a golden light.

"Noble Phantasm: Empress of the Desert!" she declared, releasing a flurry of arrows imbued with the essence of Palmyra's unyielding spirit. The projectiles streaked through the air, striking Heracles with explosive force and momentarily staggering him.

Jalter seized the opportunity, summoning her black flames to engulf the Berserker. "Burn, you brute!" she snarled, her dragons roaring in tandem.

Ritsuka called out to his team. "Keep the pressure on! We need to force him back!"

Zenobia glanced at Ritsuka, her confidence unwavering. "Master, I'll cover you and Mash. Let's turn this tide together."

For the first time since the battle began, Ritsuka felt a glimmer of hope. With Zenobia by his side, they might just stand a chance.

Ritsuka looked at Caeser. "You know of all the servant you could summoned, you summons the one we already know the trick of, he has 12 life's asn each them we have to kill him different while powerful attack can kill him multiple times".

Caeser just looked at him. "What do you mean".

Ritsuka then used a command spell. "Kama, Morgan do it".

They both then charged up there Nobel phantasm they smiled, as then A throne came as Morgan sat on as Kama arms then tunred looking like the universe as she looks like a true God form as they then spoke

Morgan was the first ro attack. "Road less Camelot".

As then the sky it self ripped opned, gaint blue spears fell down as then one it Hercules turning him to dust, as he was left on 6 more life's but that was not the end of it

Kama looked at him, as she giggles. "Ritsuka darling normally doesn't allow me to use my Noble phantasm and I get why but when he does it is fun, Kama Sammohana

A Withering Affection Is Not Love

Saṃsāra Kama

The Burning of Affection Is Out of Love"

As then she sent out a beeem of energy it split into multiple part, then it hits Hercules in all sides he goes flying, as then it shows a giant Verison of Kama, her eyes are close as then Hercules was inside her arm as a light happened, Hercules was no longer as they saw being tunred into Golden particuls, as he was being return or the throne do hero

Ritsuka thought to him self. "I have some terrifyingly powerful lover's".

Caesar's smug expression faltered as he witnessed the devastating power unleashed before him. Hercules, a legend of unparalleled strength, was utterly obliterated in mere moments. The ground trembled from the aftermath of Morgan and Kama's combined Noble Phantasms, leaving the battlefield shrouded in silence and awe.

Ritsuka sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Honestly, Caesar, you should've picked someone with fewer weaknesses. Hercules is strong, but he's far too predictable when you know his limits."

Caesar gritted his teeth, gripping the hilt of his sword. "You're far more cunning than I anticipated, Master of Chaldea. But don't think this battle is over just because you've taken down one of my champions!"

Ritsuka smirked, gesturing to Kama and Morgan. "Oh, it's far from over. In fact, it's just getting started."

Morgan stood from her throne, her gaze cold and commanding. "This battlefield is ours. Your so-called empire will crumble beneath the might of Chaldea."

Kama floated gracefully beside Ritsuka, her form still radiating divine energy. She leaned closer to him with a playful smile. "Darling, I hope you're watching closely. This is what happens when you let me have a little fun."

Ritsuka chuckled nervously, his earlier thought lingering in his mind. I really do have some terrifyingly powerful lovers.

Caesar raised his sword, rallying his troops with a bellowing cry. "Do not falter, my soldiers! For the glory of Rome, we fight until our last breath!"

The United Roman Empire's army surged forward, their morale bolstered by Caesar's charisma. But Nero's forces, emboldened by the recent victory, met them head-on. The clash of steel and the cries of warriors filled the air once more.

Ritsuka turned to Mash, who stood ready with her shield. "Mash, we're moving in. Support Nero and Elizabeth. I'll coordinate with Zenobia from the rear."

Mash nodded firmly. "Understood, Senpai!"

As they advanced, Zenobia's voice rang out. "Master, I'll cover your flank. Let's end this battle swiftly."

Ritsuka activated his tactical skills again, issuing commands to his Servants and allies with precision. Nero and Elizabeth fought side by side, their synergy growing with every passing moment.

Morgan unleashed another barrage of spells, decimating enemy ranks with waves of destructive mana. Meanwhile, Kama weaved through the battlefield like a phantom, eliminating key targets with a grace and lethality that left no room for retaliation.

Caesar's forces began to falter under the relentless assault. Even his charisma could not hold back the tide of despair sweeping through his army.

As the tide of battle shifted irreversibly in their favor, Ritsuka called out to Caesar. "Surrender, and I promise we'll end this without unnecessary bloodshed."

Caesar hesitated, his pride warring with the grim reality before him. Finally, he lowered his sword, his voice heavy with resignation. "You have won this day, Master of Chaldea. But remember, Rome never truly falls. It will rise again."

The battlefield fell silent as the remaining soldiers laid down their arms. Victory belonged to Ritsuka and his allies, but the cost of battle weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Ritsuka sighed, his gaze softening. "Let's regroup and tend to the wounded. We've won, but the war isn't over yet."

Mash looked at him with admiration. "Senpai, your leadership was incredible."

Ritsuka smiled faintly. "Thanks, Mash. But it's not just me. It's all of us, together."

As the dust settled, Ritsuka couldn't help but glance at Morgan and Kama. Their power had turned the tide, but it was a reminder of the immense responsibility he bore as their Master.

And deep down, he knew this was only the beginning of the challenges yet to come.

To be continued

Hope people like this Ch and give me power stones and yes Zenobia is joining the harem