Riser Phenex? DXD SI. Multicross?-Chapter 90: What Does a Clone in Another World Do?

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(Pov Romani Archaman)

["Clone controlled with parallel processing by Riser"]

(A/N: This is Riser's perspective, trying to understand how Romani, also known as Solomon, used to think.)

Since the end of the 5th Holy Grail War, Artoria Pendragon and I have been together. The main reason was to convince Artoria to join me, just as in the future, it would be Miyu Emiya. For some reason, she had some knowledge of magic. She started chasing both Artoria and me. I decided to leave a clone with her; who knows, she might start to see me as an older brother. I began traveling with Artoria, leaving Fuyuki and heading to her homeland—I wanted to show her.

That despite the passage of time, Great Britain still existed, and it had reached its peak. Now, however, it was no longer as powerful as it once was.

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The cold morning wind lashed against my face as I watched the horizon stretch out before me. The streets of London, once so familiar, now felt strange and distant. The Fifth Holy Grail War had ended, leaving a void in my chest and a question that echoed relentlessly in my mind: what now?

Artoria stood beside me, her gaze as fixed and determined as always. But I could see the shadows of doubt dancing in her green eyes. She still carried the weight of a kingdom that had long ceased to exist.

"Come on, Artoria," I said, adjusting the backpack on my shoulders. "The world is waiting for us."

She nodded silently, and so our journey began. We had no set destination, just a vague notion that we needed to distance ourselves from the memories of war, from the responsibilities that suffocated us.

Our first stop was Paris. The lights of the city of love shone like earthly stars, reflecting on the Seine. As we walked through the cobblestone streets, I observed Artoria. Her eyes widened at each new wonder, as if she were seeing the world for the first time.

"You know, Artoria," I commented as we enjoyed croissants at a riverside café, "Great Britain isn't the only place worth saving. The whole world is full of beauty and wonders."

She frowned but didn't respond. I knew I was planting a seed, but it would take time to grow.

From Paris, we moved on to Rome. The ruins of the Colosseum reminded us that even the most powerful empires eventually fall. As we walked among the ancient stones, I saw Artoria touch them reverently, as if she could feel the weight of history at her fingertips.

"Even after all this time, people still come here," I murmured. "Not to mourn Rome's fall, but to celebrate its greatness."

Artoria looked at me, a spark of understanding in her eyes. "Do you think one day Great Britain will be like this? Remembered not with sorrow, but with admiration?"

I smiled. "I'm sure of it. And it doesn't depend on you saving it, Artoria. It depends on the people who will come after, who will be inspired by your legend."

As we traveled, I saw the walls Artoria had built around herself start to crack. In Athens, she laughed for the first time in... well, I couldn't remember hearing her laugh before. In Istanbul, I saw tears in her eyes as we watched the sunset over the Bosphorus.

Our journey took us even further. At the Taj Mahal, Artoria stood silent for hours, contemplating the monument to eternal love. In Japan, she marveled at how tradition and modernity coexisted in harmony.

It was in a small village in the Peruvian Andes that everything changed. We were sitting on the edge of a cliff, watching the clouds dance between the mountain peaks. Artoria, dressed in colorful local clothing, seemed more relaxed than I had ever seen her.

"Romani," she said softly, "I think I understand now."

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"Great Britain... my kingdom... they are part of something bigger. Something that continues to grow and evolve, with or without my intervention." She paused, taking a deep breath. "I don't need to save them. They're already saved, part of this wonderful world we've been exploring."

I felt a lump in my throat. After so long, after so many battles, Artoria was finally freeing herself from the burden she had carried for centuries.

"And you, Artoria?" I asked. "What do you want to do now?"

She smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face like the rising sun. "I want to keep exploring, Romani. I want to see more of this world, learn more, live more."

In that moment, as the sun set over the Andean mountains, I realized that our journey was far from over. In fact, it was only the beginning. And for the first time since the end of the Grail War, I felt a genuine excitement for the future.

I took Artoria's hand, feeling the calluses from years of wielding a sword, but also the softness of a new life beginning. "Then let's go, my queen," I said with a smile. "The world still has so much to show us."

And so, under the starry sky of the Andes, we began the next Chapter of our adventure—not as servants of a predetermined destiny, but as explorers of a world full of infinite possibilities.

Time passed, and our travels took us to different corners of the world. I met sages, warriors, magicians, each with their own version of what it means to live. Artoria also met many who saw her as a living legend, a hero immortalized in the pages of history. And perhaps it was this confrontation with reality—that she was no longer a savior, but a legend of the past—that began to plant the seeds of change in her heart.

One day, we stopped at an ancient library in ruins, containing records of old kingdoms and legends. I browsed through some manuscripts that spoke of the rise and fall of great kings and queens and realized how relentless the cycle of history is. No kingdom lasts forever, and the heroes who sacrifice themselves for them are eventually forgotten. That was when something strange happened: Artoria, who had always resisted any notion of abandoning her mission, began reading these manuscripts with attention. I watched as she read about kings who, despite their best efforts, couldn't save their kingdoms from the inevitable passage of time. Her eyes showed something new: doubt.

Doubt, a concept she never seemed to allow. She suddenly stood up, leaving the manuscripts behind, and walked out of the library. I followed her silently until she stopped by the edge of a nearby lake. The moon's reflection shimmered on the water, and in that moment, it felt like the world had paused.

"Romani," she said softly, without looking at me, "maybe you're right. Maybe I've been fighting for an ideal that... no longer exists."

Her tone was vulnerable, something I had never heard before. It wasn't weakness, but acceptance. She was finally realizing what I had hoped she would see during our journey. The Great Britain she so desperately wanted to save no longer needed her, because time had moved on. And finally, she was ready to let go.

"And you?" she asked, turning to me. "What is your purpose now, Romani?"

I smiled, without a clear answer. Because, just like her, I was still figuring it out. The world is vast and full of mysteries. And as long as there's a horizon before me, I'll keep walking, seeking not just answers, but also peace.

And deep down, perhaps, that's what we're all searching for: peace. But will we ever truly find it?