what if, you're get summoned as a servant in Chaldea

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In the Charles Room, Chaldea

In the quiet of his room, Charles adjusted himself after hearing a familiar voice from the other side of the door. Sitting up, he composed himself, ensuring his appearance was presentable. His long, platinum-white hair fell gracefully, tied back in a neat ponytail that slightly covered his bright blue eyes. They gleamed with a mysterious yet calm expression, one that seemed to hold endless depths.

He slipped on a black cloak with silver linings, adding a formal, wintery touch to his figure. A white scarf wrapped snugly around his neck, complementing the chill in the atmosphere.

Satisfied with his look, Charles walked towards the door and opened it, revealing a sight that stunned him momentarily.

Standing before him was a radiant young woman with golden hair elegantly tied up, adorned with a vibrant red ribbon. Her attire matched her aura of grandeur—a majestic red dress with intricate gold detailing. The design, both regal and ostentatious, featured a high slit that highlighted her slender legs. The skirt, adorned with white lace, added a touch of timeless elegance.

Noticing Charles's silent amazement, the girl giggled lightly, her pride unmistakable.

"Do you find yourself captivated by my beauty? Hehe, it's only natural since I am the most dazzling woman in all of Chaldea. Umu!"

She puffed out her chest playfully, exuding confidence in her statement.

Charles tilted his head, observing her mannerisms.

'She's exactly like the one from the game,' he thought, recalling her cheerful and positive personality.

Deciding to tease her, he placed a thoughtful expression on his face.

"But, you know," he began nonchalantly, "I think I saw someone more beautiful in the cafeteria earlier."

A frown crossed Nero's face as she pouted in response. She knew exactly who Charles was referring to—Artoria.

"Why does everyone compare me to her? I'm also a great Emperor! Umu!"

Her dramatic complaint brought a faint smile to Charles's lips. He decided to play along further.

"Alright, then. If you are so remarkable, who might you be?" he asked, feigning ignorance despite knowing her identity.

Nero straightened her posture, her pride on full display.

"Fufufu~ I am Nero Claudius! The greatest emperor in Roman history, a protector of the arts, and, of course, the most fascinating! Umu~"

Her pout vanished as she declared her title with unmatched vigor.

"Ah, so you're the famous Roman emperor known for... tyranny?" Charles said, his tone laced with subtle sarcasm.

Nero's cheerful expression didn't waver as she firmly replied,

"Impossible! I am an emperor who brings joy to my people and art to the world! I am Nero, the protector of beauty and happiness! Umu~"

Her enthusiasm made Charles pause for a moment, genuinely surprised and slightly impressed.

"I see," he said with a faint smile. "But let us talk about something else, shall we?"

Realizing he hadn't introduced himself yet, Charles straightened and spoke with formality.

"I am Charles I, King of Britannia. While my kingdom often faced challenges, I strove to rule wisely for the prosperity and glory of my people."

Nero clapped her hands lightly, as if delighted by his introduction.

"Ah, such a serious king! Good, good! But after meeting me, you'll understand how a true emperor rules—with grace and flair! Umu~"

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone calm as he replied,

"An emperor may feel superior, Nero, but remember: whether a kingdom or an empire, leadership comes with great responsibility. A true ruler doesn't just bask in glory but bears the weight of their people's welfare."

His voice carried a firmness that reflected the seriousness of his beliefs.

Nero's playful demeanor softened briefly, and she offered a faint smile.

"Ah, I see. But look at Rome! We know how to celebrate life, art, and victory—something that seems to be missing in your burdened kingdom."

Her tone was light, teasing him about his stern approach to kingship.

Charles closed his eyes for a moment, as if pondering her words, before speaking with renewed confidence.

"Nero, a leader's legacy isn't measured by how brightly they shine but by the peace and prosperity they leave behind for their people."

Nero stepped forward gracefully, lifting her sword slightly as though embracing her destiny.

"Ah, peace and prosperity, you say?" she said gently. "Important, yes—but what is life without beauty?"

Her passion for both leadership and art was palpable as she declared with determination,

"I, Nero, shall bring both! That is the mark of a true emperor!"

Their conversation continued, both exchanging philosophies on leadership—Nero championing beauty and joy, while Charles upheld order and responsibility.

Finally, as the intensity of their discussion began to wane, Charles sighed deeply, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"Speaking of prosperity," he said, his tone lighter, "I'm feeling quite hungry. How about we continue this discussion over breakfast?"

Nero's face lit up instantly, her smile radiant.

"What a splendid idea, Umu!" she exclaimed. "Breakfast is essential for maintaining an emperor's energy! Let us go, Charles!"

With an air of grandeur, she led the way, her laughter echoing through the corridor. Charles followed closely, shaking his head slightly at her unwavering confidence.

As they walked side by side, their contrasting yet complementary ideals seemed to blend, forming the foundation of an unexpected camaraderie.

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Author note:Since Charles himself had become a pseudo servant, it was normal for him to know about his kingship and other things that Charles I knew.