I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

I don't know when, but those eyes that were once full of reverence and love have also turned unusually cold.

What on earth happened? How did my Rome become like this in an instant?!

The girl could not understand, and even found it difficult to accept, the changes before her eyes.

A silent fear welled up inside him, and the gleaming silver ring in his hand, emitting a light that seemed so blinding at that moment.

It coldly mocked Nero's naiveté.

The girl couldn't understand why everyone was looking at her with such strange eyes at the same time.

You are the murderer.

You are evil.

You are the devil.

The citizens she loved so dearly were now so cold and their behavior had changed so drastically that it was hard to understand.

The clanging of metal armor suddenly burst into the temple, and the red-armored soldiers, the royal guards who were supposed to protect the emperor and the city, instantly surrounded Nero.

"You lot, what do you want to do by trespassing into this sacred hall?!"

Looking at the armored soldiers, Nero frowned slightly and became tense for a moment.

"Without Emperor Yu's order, who allowed you to barge in?!"

Almost suddenly, everyone's attitude towards him changed.

It was so sudden that the girl's mind went blank.

"Your Majesty, you are no longer the emperor, my dearest Majesty."

“Extravagant spending, indiscriminate killing, arson, debauchery... Nero Claudius has been proven to have committed unforgivable crimes against Rome.”

Nero found Bruce's words hard to accept.

"I second that. The sins that implicate the innocent must be paid for."

That was her political and cultural teacher, the elder Seneca.

"Execute her without hesitation," the elegant noblewoman, the former empress, said calmly.

"Poisoned wine would be best."

Young Brittanycus offered his advice.

"Crucify her."

Those were the voices of Christians, and it seemed as if endless blood was flowing beneath their feet.

"Let her experience the despair we once suffered; only blood and tears can quell our anger!"

The Celtic tribesmen showed expressions of anger; no one could forget the unforgettable tragedy that had ravaged Britain.

Revenge, rebellion.

Nero opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

She wasn't afraid, she was heartbroken.

The emperor couldn't understand why the imperial citizens, who were cheering and jumping for joy just a moment ago, had suddenly turned into such indifferent people.

The scene that should have been filled with cheers from the people has now turned into this. She is heartbroken. She feels ashamed of her country, of heaven and earth, and of her divine ancestors. She wishes she could have the Senate remove her from office!

It's only been a few years since Caesar was assassinated, have you forgotten?

However, none of this matters, really none of it.

I don't care.

I am the emperor, therefore I deeply love Rome; I am Nero... and I also have Fujimaru.

The white-clad bride once again turned her gaze to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

......

A bright light appeared in an instant.

The girl's ahoge (cowlick) twitched.

Extremely dangerous. The girl became alert, only to discover that the gentle-looking boy with black hair was holding a cold dagger in his hand.

"How could this be... even you... Fujimaru..."

This was a scene the girl could never believe: the person she loved, the person she swore to protect, now treated her like an enemy.

He wanted to stab himself with a dagger.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

In her panic, the girl kept telling herself that Fujimaru would never do this to her, no matter what happened.

"That's all a lie."

"Because think about it, being with Nero is a real hassle. He sings terribly and has a capricious personality. What kind of person would like a guy like that?"

"Following Nero is simply to better save humanity. I'm very busy; this childish farce should be over by now."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the girl stood frozen in place, unable to utter a single word.

"If you are eliminated, the world can return to normal. So, for the sake of everyone in this world."

The boy's words were like a thorn, driven into Nero's heart.

With an impossible fake smile on his handsome face, he slowly advanced toward Nero after delivering a single blow.

Nero, you like me, don't you?

"For me."

"You should just die!"

Go to hell.

Go to hell.

Was it all just an illusion?

Was it all a lie?

I have offered my body, my soul, and the Rome I love.

So that's how it is. In your eyes, this has absolutely no meaning.

I finally fell in love, but you made me lose so completely.

In that instant, he was abandoned by everyone.

Outside the temple hall, the angry shouts of the citizens resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Hang her! Hang her! Hang her!"

The force was overwhelming, its momentum unstoppable, and the roar seemed capable of shattering the temple.

"I know I'm an excessive guy."

The young girl, deeply in love with Rome, ascended the throne, dreaming of transforming it into a kingdom of art.

Perhaps this dream was wrong from the very beginning.

"I have spent my whole life pursuing beauty and splendor, how can I bear to be attacked by swords?"

"If I am ultimately destined to die, then I will end my own life!"

Chapter Thirty-One: I'll shatter this pointless fantasy!

"So, your mental skills are similar to Aphrodite's mental interference?"

After Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled out a chair and sat down, she asked Caesar without any politeness.

"Hehe, who can be sure if that's real?"

"No one can see everything in reality clearly; most people only want to see the reality they want to see and desire."

"And the opposite of despair is simply recognizing the true reality."

......

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook his head. He did have a subtle feeling, but the blinding white light only lasted for a moment before disappearing without warning.

Although I feel like I've lost something, I can't remember what it is at all.

"It's better not to understand; being confused is better than being knowledgeable."

"..."

"Hahaha, just kidding, Master. I don't actually have that many tricks up my sleeve, I just have a slightly better understanding of human nature."

Betrayal by his beloved adopted son, fear of him by elders, and the expansion of his ambitions... what this hero of the late Republic lacked was trust and kindness.

"Is Nero alright now?"

Looking directly at Caesar's obese face, Fujimaru Ritsuka confirmed it once again.

"Probably. Her current state is quite unusual. Although her strength is constantly increasing, her spirit is becoming more and more fragile."

"Actually, I suspect that the two Neros may have originally been one entity."

"It's like a rubbing from a mirror; apart from the color of the eyes, there's basically no difference."

If I had to say, then the current Nero is stronger and more brutal.

Is a man?

In other words, good Nero and evil Nero?

It feels a bit like Moriarty from Shinjuku, but Fujimaru Ritsuka is unwilling to believe that her partner is the mastermind behind everything.

"The Divine Ancestor said it was 'Love Nero' and 'Hate Nero,' which, though subtle, felt surprisingly fitting."

"Is that right?"