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

Ian didn't want to discourage her, so he told a little lie:

"It sounds nice—I've never heard it before."

"Nero, where did you find this song?"

"Hmm~" Little Nero tiptoed and gently drew circles on the ground as if dancing.

"Teacher, do you want to know?"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded. “I do want to know.”

"Then bring something to trade with me—!" Little Nero mischievously stuck out his tongue. "Otherwise, you have no right to know!"

"This……"

Ian hadn't expected her to insist on "equivalent exchange" at this point, so he could only smile helplessly.

"No, Nero."

"The teacher has nothing left to offer—this deal will probably have to be canceled."

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing this, Nero immediately became anxious.

She grabbed Ian's hand and stomped her little feet as she spoke.

"Hmm! Teacher, aren't you going to ask me what I want—maybe it's actually quite easy to do?!"

"..."

To be honest, you didn't really want to continue this so-called "deal" with Nero.

After all, she hasn't yet fulfilled her promise to tell you the "secret."

But seeing Nero's expectant face, you couldn't bear to ruin that moment.

Ultimately, you chose a compromise.

You decide that after "completing" this transaction, you will return to the previous question and try to understand her true feelings.

What exactly does this little guy want to learn?

"Ok."

Ian crouched down so that his line of sight was at the same height as Nero's.

"So Nero, what do you want your teacher to give in exchange?"

Seeing that her teacher had finally "fallen" into her trap, little Nero raised her head and looked at the man with her bright, piercing eyes.

"Hmm, then please pat my head, teacher~"

No wonder they said it was very simple.

He actually wanted to pat her head.

However, this is not necessarily a bad thing—at least it is much more acceptable than the previous demand to "ride" on one's back.

"I understand, it really is very simple."

Ian reached out and gently stroked Nero's soft, golden hair.

It had a feel similar to knitted wool, soft and smooth, but with an added touch of dazzling luster.

To be honest... it really felt pretty good.

However, that's not the key issue right now.

Ian gently rubbed Nero's head as he continued asking the previous questions.

"So—how did this song come about?"

"I wrote it myself!" Little Nero said proudly, his face beaming with enjoyment. "Teacher, isn't it great?!"

An answer that was not surprising at all.

It perfectly matches her inexplicable self-confidence.

Ian was not surprised at all.

"Hmm~" Little Nero reached out and put his hand on Ian's shoulder.

"Teacher—! How was it? Don't you think I'm pretty amazing now?!"

"I've decided to sing this song in front of others often from now on!"

"..."

This is a nightmarish declaration.

Having just experienced what happened, you now deeply realize just how terrifying a "weapon" Nero's song is.

If we let her spread her songs freely, it will probably turn into a hellish scene.

This isn't good news for you—after all, methods like the one we just discussed aren't always applicable.

For the Agrippina family, this was an even more terrible disgrace.

You decide to stop her from having this disastrous idea.

“Um… Nero,” Ian began.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Little Nero, having finished expressing his "ambitions," looked at his teacher.

Her heavy breathing indicated that she was quite happy at that moment.

“Hmm…if possible—” Ian pulled his hand back from Nero’s head.

"Could you sing that song just to the teacher alone?"

"Eh?"

Little Nero blinked.

She, who had just been overjoyed, now blushed, looking as if she were shy.

"Teacher... what do you mean by this?"

"nothing."

In order to stop the disaster, Ian decides to bear the pain from Nero's song himself.

"Your teacher just finds your singing very interesting—if possible, I would like to give you some individual guidance in this area."

"Do you want to?"

"..."

“Yes! Of course I’m willing!” Little Nero happily grabbed Ian’s hands.

"I understand—from now on, I will only sing this song in front of my teacher!"

"That's good." Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't imagine that Nero's songs would echo throughout the streets and alleys of Ubiolum.

That's terrifying.

In comparison, it's clearly more worthwhile to take on this responsibility alone—it's also a way of taking responsibility for today's performance.

Just as Ian was thinking this, he felt a small warmth on his cheek.

The man quickly realized that it was Nero who had kissed him.

"Nero, you..."

"Hmm~" Little Nero said, hands behind his back, "Don't mind it—Teacher was my mount all day, this is feed~"

"..."

It's a way of saying thank you.

Ian wiped his face.

"Nero, a girl shouldn't thank people like that."

"But I'm not just anyone!"

"what?"

"Hmm, it's nothing~" Little Nero smiled brightly, "By the way, teacher, didn't you want to know what I plan to study?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Ian didn’t shy away from the question.

"Then I'll tell you now—"

Little Nero put his hands on his hips, seemingly trying to strike a pose.

"teacher."

"I want to learn the knowledge that will allow me to become an emperor!"

392. Little Nero's Body Therapy / The Emperor's Dream / An Awkward Situation (4k)

[Your statement will surprise you greatly.]

You had imagined many thoughts she might have at this time, but you never expected such a grand wish.

You quickly realized this wasn't something that could be discussed casually.

【At least--】

Not now.

"..."

Ian stopped Nero from speaking.

"Let's stop here for a moment and talk about it when we get back."

Although he didn't know why his teacher was reacting so strongly, Nero still nodded obediently.

After what happened today, she likes her teacher even more.

Ten minutes later.