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

[In the distance, someone is playing foreign music.]

This is very common in Ubiolum—after all, as a Roman outpost, it absorbed foreign cultures much faster and more extensively than in the inner cities.

Those who dare to perform on the streets are generally people who are confident in their abilities and have a relatively high level of skill.

You're sure this will be a good show.

Furthermore, and more importantly—

You sense that young Nero is very interested in this.

Her two calves were swaying back and forth—a movement that Ian could clearly feel at that moment.

However, it's not hard to understand.

After all, they are still children, so it's quite natural for them to be interested in things they don't usually have the chance to see.

With that in mind, Ian took the initiative to speak.

"Nero."

"What's wrong?" Little Nero answered quickly.

"Do you want to see this show?" The man directly pointed out her inner thoughts. "If so, it's best to say so now."

"Otherwise, once the crowd gathers, there won't be any seats left for us."

"Yes, of course I want to!" Little Nero shouted, waving the food he hadn't finished eating.

"Teacher—! Please take me there quickly! I want to be at the very front of the line!!!"

Hearing the tone of voice, which sounded like it was being given orders to a mount, Ian found it somewhat amusing, but he could completely understand the idea.

After all, it was I who took the initiative to ask her if she wanted to go listen.

"Okay, let's go there now."

"Mmm~ Yay!"

You led Nero toward the direction from which the music was coming.

[The royal tutor has been activated: the reputation you've built up over time is now coming in handy.]

[You didn't spend much time and effort before leading little Nero directly to the front of the crowd.]

You all enjoyed the musical performance together.

Just as Ian had predicted, Nero Jr. had an extremely strong interest in the musical performance.

Her two little feet, like tiny hammers, kept pounding on the man's chest, making a series of slapping sounds.

The little girl's hands were also busy clapping her hands—she was so engrossed in her work that she forgot she was still sitting on her teacher's shoulders.

Fortunately, Ian noticed this and grabbed her lower legs on either side of her head in time, preventing her from falling backward.

Despite what happened, it must be admitted that the performance was indeed of a very high standard.

Not to mention Nero, even Ian, as a teacher, could feel the dedication and commitment these performers had put into it.

This is commendable behavior.

After making sure Nero wouldn't fall, Ian joined in the applause.

But at this very moment—

Little Nero suddenly leaned over Ian's head and asked him a question.

"Teacher Seneca, what kind of instruments are these now?"

"Ok?"

Ian paused for a moment, then realized—Nero wanted to understand the performance of these instruments more deeply.

So he immediately began to analyze it for his students.

"The one on the far left is the lyre, and a little to the right is the kisara."

"The ones behind are tubas and French horns—and maybe Bucherer, which is a similar instrument to the French horn, but we'll have to touch them to know for sure."

"The one on the far right is probably an organ or something similar, but it sounds a bit worn out, so it's probably quite old."

Listening to Ian's careful and earnest analysis, Nero's eyes were filled with a mixture of admiration and surprise.

"Hmm~ Teacher, you're so amazing! You even know things like this?!"

“That’s only natural.” Ian wasn’t complacent because of Nero’s praise.

“Nero, I am your teacher. It is my birthright to understand such things and teach them to you.”

"Hmm, that's true~"

Little Nero wrapped her arms around Ian's neck and began to rub against him.

"Then you can stay by my side from now on—you can remember these things for me, and then I won't have to remember them anymore!"

"You're always particularly clever when you're slacking off," Ian said with a hint of exasperation.

“But I can’t promise you that—Nero, you must study hard on your own.”

"Hmm, that depends on whether I like it or not."

"If you don't like it... what's the point of learning it..."

Little Nero pursed his lips, then continued to ask.

"Teacher, why didn't the person in the middle take anything?"

"Because that's a chanter—one of the musicians, you can simply understand it as someone who sings along with the music."

"Oh?!" Little Nero blinked, then analyzed, "So he didn't learn any musical instruments, but he could still participate in performances?"

"...You can't say that, but it's an indisputable fact that he didn't use any instruments."

"That--!"

Little Nero tugged at Ian's sleeve with a delighted expression, as if he had solved some problems for the new China.

"Teacher, I want to go up and sing too!"

"Uh?"

You never expected Nero to make such a request at this time.

But considering how excited she was while listening to those performances, you realize this is no coincidence.

Just as different people have different hobbies.

Nero's hobby might have been participating in musical performances like this.

You're somewhat pleased—because this is the first time you've managed to get Nero to learn something that she herself is very interested in.

[And she might actually have a talent for this kind of thing!]

"Nero, are you serious?"

Ian looked at the performers who were taking a short break and asked this question.

"Do you... really want to go up and sing a song?"

“Hmm, that’s right!” Little Nero answered without hesitation, “Otherwise, why would I have made a request to the teacher?!”

"..."

“Alright, Nero, wait here for me—I’ll go ask for you.”

"Hmm~!"

A smile spread across Nero's face.

It was a genuine joy that couldn't be hidden no matter what.

You've temporarily put aside Nero.

You negotiated with the performers to try and secure a performance opportunity for her.

You thought it would be difficult, but it turned out to be surprisingly simple.

This is partly because Nero's noble status still carries considerable weight in Ubiolum.

On the other hand, and more importantly, your usual kindness has been rewarded.

"Since Ms. Seneca has said so, we should definitely let her give it a try."

"Teacher, don't worry—we will definitely cooperate with her."

After receiving this reply, you successfully secured a performance opportunity for Nero.

You turned around and told her, who was looking at you expectantly, what had happened.

"Yay!"

She was so happy that she spun around several times.

Little Nero's first stage performance is about to begin.

To be honest, Ian had absolutely no expectations for this.

Even when he was discussing things with the performers earlier, he instructed them in advance that they could appropriately ignore Nero as long as the effect was good.

however--

The outcome, however, far exceeded Ian's expectations.

Then Nero swaggered up to the crowd.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat.

"Hmm, I'm going to start!"

Little Nero slightly opened his mouth, preparing to play a tune with the help of the performers.

"Ah—~~"

But the next moment, what swept through the entire scene was a demonic off-key singing!

391. Little Nero's Thank-You Kiss / Devilish Voice / Saving the Day (4k)