In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"Seneca."

The woman, whose face was slightly pale, sat on the bed, looking at the strong man in front of her.

"You...you must have heard the rumors circulating in the city, right?"

“Yes, madam.” Ian nodded. “I have indeed heard about it.”

"Then what do you think?" Agrippina asked with a complicated expression. "Was Lucius's birth really a mistake?"

"She...will bring us countless disasters?"

"..."

Although Agrippina was trying her best to hide her emotions, you could still sense what she was thinking at that moment.

You realize that this mother seems hesitant about whether to go along with the rumors and get rid of her daughter.

Compassion and love have been awakened: As a kind teacher, you naturally cannot stand by and watch a child named Lucius be abandoned.

For this reason, you expressed your thoughts to her.

“No, madam,” Ian shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

"On the contrary, I think Lucius's birth was a blessing for the lady's family."

"Gospel?"

Agrippina's eyes lit up slightly—clearly, this was the answer she wanted to hear, the answer that would allow her to keep Lucius for herself.

Seneca.

"what do you mean?"

“Madam, this is a very simple principle,” Ian calmly explained his reasoning.

When is a sword's blade sharpest?

“I’m not quite sure about that,” Agrippina replied.

"Madam, let me tell you."

Ian drew his sword.

As a teacher, he knew that knowledge alone was not enough—one also needed to know how to persuade people with reason.

"That's after the tempering and honing."

"Only in this way can it show its best side and prove its uniqueness."

"..."

Agrippina understood the underlying meaning in the man's words.

"You mean... that Lucius is going through all this because God is testing her talents?"

“Madam, you are very clever.” Ian nodded.

“That’s right—this is all a training exercise designed to showcase her sharp and ruthless talent, so it’s not an ominous sign at all.”

"On the contrary, we should be grateful now."

"This shows that she has passed the test and possesses wisdom and courage that ordinary people cannot reach."

"..."

Agrippina's face broke into a smile.

She knew, of course, that the man in front of her was complying with her wishes—but that was exactly the reason this woman wanted.

A reason that can remove the ominous signs from one's daughter while simultaneously elevating her status to an unparalleled degree.

but--

Agrippina quickly thought of another problem.

Seneca.

"While I completely agree with your idea, isn't this going to..."

Agrippina didn't finish her sentence.

But Ian already knew what she was trying to say.

While Agrippina, as a mother, acknowledged her earlier theory of "divine intervention and destiny being tested," others were not so easily convinced.

After all, the fact that the birth was difficult is undeniable.

Such a stilted explanation is simply laughable.

but--

Ian had already anticipated this.

Or rather, as a teacher, he knew how to persuade others and get them to accept his theories.

"Please rest assured, Madam." A wise glint flashed in the man's eyes.

"There will soon be enough examples to prove this."

You've never been the type to speak carelessly.

You do need to prove this—but certainly not by chance.

You have your own ideas ready.

That is to completely downplay, and then replace, the issue of "difficult birth" in another way.

You disguised yourself well and secretly bribed many people with gold coins to spread rumors about a series of "difficult births" on your behalf.

In every single one of these cases, the child died during childbirth.

In this way, Lucius's experience is no longer an isolated case.

Once everyone has reluctantly accepted this explanation, you begin spreading the next piece of information—that is, to portray Lucius's survival as an act of "submission to fate."

Thanks to your efforts and the atmosphere you created, this was accomplished quickly.

At Ubiolum's place, no one said her birth was a sin anymore.

Out of gratitude, Agrippina made you her formal teacher when Lucius was one year old.

A year later, Agrippina's husband died, and she soon remarried a wealthy man from Ubiolum.

Your lives have also improved dramatically, and Lucius changed his name to Nero at this time, signifying a complete break with his humble origins.

At the age of seven, you began to formally educate Nero.

But she didn't seem to appreciate it.

Let's stop here for today.

Ian closed the book in his hand, then looked at Nero, who was covering his mouth and yawning, and looked somewhat helpless.

"Nero."

"You've done this several times today—is the teacher's class too boring?"

"Hmm~" The young Nero nodded, honestly answering the question from his teacher.

“Professor Seneca, I feel that what you’re saying makes no sense to me, does it?”

"how come?"

The man walked up to Nero and crouched down so that his line of sight was at the same level as hers.

"This is the standard of etiquette for ladies from respectable families."

“Nero—a girl of your background should really study it.”

"Who said that?!" Little Nero responded, clearly displeased.

"It's going too far to impose so many meaningless rules on me!"

"Ugh—! That person must be a complete idiot!"

Looking at little Nero with her puffed-up cheeks, Ian laughed—she seemed completely unaware that she looked adorable like that.

And men are not inflexible, pedantic teachers who only know how to instill ideas.

A child's thinking should not be restricted; that is the freedom she deserves at this stage.

"it is good."

In front of Nero, the man threw the book he was holding aside as a gesture of his attitude.

Slap it.

The thick book hit the ground with a dull thud.

All of this was witnessed by young Nero.

Surprised, she looked at the book that the teacher had tossed aside and then asked a question.

"Teacher! What are you doing?!"

“It’s nothing,” Ian replied very seriously. “If what I’m teaching now doesn’t interest you, then there must be something wrong with my method.”

"Nero."

"Tell me—what are your true thoughts? Let the teacher adjust the subsequent plans based on them."

"..."

Young Nero probably never expected his teacher to be so understanding.

However, she reacted very quickly and immediately realized that this was an opportunity she could take advantage of.

"Hmm~ It's not that I can't tell you!"

"but--"

"In exchange, shouldn't the teacher offer something in return for listening to my thoughts?"

"..."

This is a blatant exchange of equal value, yet you didn't hold it against your student Nero.

[Moreover, you believe this demonstrates her exceptional wit.]