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

"Then let me ask you—"

"If someone were to help you realize this idea—how would you treat these people after you become emperor?"

"Is that even necessary?"

Young Nero answered without hesitation, as always.

"Then we'll definitely give them lots and lots of rewards, raise their status, and let them gain respect along with me!"

"..."

A reasonable and justifiable answer.

This made Ian realize that Nero Jr. had indeed thought about this issue.

But this feeling lasted for less than a second before being completely shattered by her next sentence.

"But if it's a teacher—"

"Then we can't handle it that way."

"Hmm?" Ian looked at Nero in confusion upon hearing this.

"what do you mean?"

"Hmm, it's nothing special~" Little Nero smiled sweetly, "I'll tell my teacher when I become emperor!"

"You're keeping me in suspense."

"Hmm, this isn't some kind of mystery—it's a necessary secret!"

"..."

Although Nero kept some secrets about you.

[But this is enough to show you her attitude on this matter—after she becomes emperor, she will actively reward those who helped her do so.]

You told Agrippina about these things.

Upon hearing this, the latter revealed a strange smile.

You could only sense an indescribable sinister intent within it, yet there was also a hint of unspoken expectation for her child.

This is a rather complex situation, and it's difficult to understand exactly how Agrippina was approaching it.

【but--】

This doubt did not last long.

Because you quickly received an answer that you had never expected.

That was the death of Nero's wealthy father a few days later.

[This was a rather bizarre death; no one had contact with this profit-driven father that day, and no one had even seen him.]

He appeared to have committed suicide, collapsing in his room and remaining there until his body grew cold before being discovered by others.

But none of this was accidental—because you sensed the presence of magic.

[That was something rarely recorded in the vast collection of books in Rome, almost like a miracle.]

Based on what happened before, you realize that Agrippina was behind all of this.

She dealt with Nero's predicament in a ruthless manner.

However, things didn't develop in a very positive direction after that.

It was a rainy night.

Ian took Nero to his father's funeral.

but--

At this moment, she wasn't too sad; her tone was more one of confusion and bewilderment.

"Teacher, I heard that on the day I was born... my mother had a difficult childbirth, is that right?"

“Yes, that’s true.” Ian didn’t bother to hide the fact. “But that’s all in the past.”

"But--"

Little Nero looked at the man beside her, and only then did a hint of sadness appear in her green eyes.

"Teacher, aren't you scared because of this?"

"Afraid?" Ian frowned slightly. "What am I afraid of?"

“I’m afraid I’ll affect you…” Little Nero held Ian’s hand tightly.

"Two have already died, right?"

"..."

Ian knew that Nero was referring to his two fathers.

Moreover, judging from this incident, he felt there was good reason to suspect that Agrippina was also responsible for the earlier events.

But Nero the Younger considered all of this to be his own fault.

only--

Now is clearly not the right time to explain things to her.

Ian knelt down and hugged Nero tightly, whispering in her ear.

"It's fine."

“You won’t affect the teacher—I still have to teach you how to be an emperor.”

"Huh?!" Little Nero realized that it was his teacher who had agreed.

"Then it's settled!"

"Yeah, it's agreed."

"Hook!"

"Yeah, hook."

Their little fingers were hooked together.

A smile bloomed on Nero's face once again, just like the clear sky after the rain.

The death of the tycoon remains an unsolved case.

Since the true culprit could not be found, all of his assets ended up being inherited by his wife, Agrippina.

But you haven't commented on this—after all, everything is currently moving in Nero's favor.

[And Agrippina wasn't idle either.]

Upon learning of her daughter's imperial aspirations, she busied herself with tasks, behaving nonetheless as if she had just lost her husband.

You realize that she might not actually have any feelings for that wealthy man—it's all just a business deal between them, except now someone else is part of the business.

But that has nothing to do with you.

Your only task now is to teach Emperor Nero what he should know.

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Nero has blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

On this day, she witnessed the most important turning point in her life, a turning point that her mother, Agrippina, had fought hard for her to achieve.

That would be to deliver one's speech in the Senate!

394. Nero's Nervousness / First Speech / Bathhouse Invitation (4k)

This was a special opportunity that Agrippina secured for Nero.

To be fair, a girl her age shouldn't even have the opportunity to speak in the Senate.

However, Agrippina was simply too persistent.

She used exaggerated language and fabricated facts to portray her daughter as a precocious success.

Even though you know it's a lie, there's nothing you can do about it.

After all, if Agrippina's disguise were exposed at this time, Nero would certainly be affected as well.

That's not the situation you want to see.

The night before his departure, Ian lay in bed, thinking about what he hadn't told Nero.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

Although he didn't really want to receive people at this time, Ian still called out towards the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Professor Seneca. May I come in now?"

That was Nero's voice.

After a moment's hesitation, Ian agreed to her request.

"Well, come in."

With a click, the door opened.

Nero, dressed in clothes so thin that her body was clearly visible, appeared in Ian's field of vision.

However, the man was already used to it—she always presented herself in this mix of cuteness and sexiness in front of him.

"Nero, what's wrong?"

“Teacher,” Nero said, looking troubled, “I can’t sleep.”

"Eh?"

Ian was somewhat surprised.

After all, he rarely saw Nero suffer from insomnia—even when her father passed away, she was fast asleep.

“Teacher, may I sit next to you?” Nero asked again.

"of course can."