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

Ian sat up, making room for Nero so she could sit down.

"Nero, what's wrong with you?"

“Um…” Nero looked at his teacher, his green eyes filled with worry.

"Teacher, do you remember that I was going to give a speech at the Senate?"

“Of course,” Ian nodded. “This was an opportunity your mother fought for.”

"Hmm..." Nero's voice softened slightly.

“I’m a little worried that I’ll waste this opportunity.”

"..."

You suddenly realize something.

That is, as Nero grew older, his youthful understanding gradually matured.

Compared to her confident self as a child, she now seems hesitant and indecisive due to the overwhelming pressure of her studies.

This is not a good thing—at least not for becoming emperor.

You realize that as a teacher, you absolutely cannot stand idly by.

Why would you worry about something like that?

Ian patted Nero's head.

Although she has matured quite a bit, her hair is still as soft and smooth as ever, just like the finest wool.

"Did you not make any preparations?"

“No, no!” Nero shook his head repeatedly. “I’ve been preparing for this ever since the day my mother told me!”

"I have already—"

"I have already made a considerable effort!"

Knowing that Nero wouldn't lie about something like this, Ian continued to ask.

"If that's the case, what do you have to worry about?"

"Is it because you feel you're not good enough, or something else—I think those concerns are meaningless."

“No, not these.” Nero continued to shake his head.

"What is that?" Now it was Ian's turn to be curious.

"I..." The girl raised her head and looked at the teacher in front of her, her eyes reflecting only his image.

"I'm afraid of embarrassing you."

"..."

Ian was taken aback at first, then laughed.

He knew that this was indeed something she might think.

"I see--"

"Nero, do you know how the teacher views this speech?"

Ian reached out and gently stroked Nero's fair and smooth cheek, tenderly comforting her.

"I... I think this is my chance to make a name for myself—because you're sure to give a great speech, aren't you?"

"..."

Nero's pupils dilated slightly in an instant.

Clearly, the encouragement from her teacher gave her a great deal of motivation.

"Teacher...do you really think so?"

“Of course.” Ian nodded.

“Nero, don’t forget what you said seven years ago—you wanted to become the emperor of Rome and win everyone’s respect.”

"If that's the case, then of course the teacher will believe you, so please believe in yourself too."

"Hmm!"

Nero regained his former confidence.

"Teacher, you're right—!"

"I'm destined to be emperor, how can I be stopped by a mere speech!"

"now it's right."

Seeing Nero become lively again, Ian also had a faint smile on his face.

"Go back and rest quickly—we'll be leaving soon, and we can't afford to be tired now."

"Hmm~"

Nero stood up, preparing to leave Ian's room.

However, after taking a few steps, she stopped and then returned to her teacher's side.

"teacher--!"

"I suddenly realized there was a better way to restore my energy."

"In what way?"

"That means resting with you!"

"..."

To be fair, Ian knew he should refuse Nero's request at this moment.

But he has been saying this for seven years now—and not once has he succeeded.

"Okay, get on now." The man gave up on lecturing. "Then go to sleep quietly and stop making a fuss."

"Hmm~"

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Aside from that mischievous hand, Nero slept soundly in Ian's arms, just like when he was a child.

The only difference might be that her figure has become quite exaggerated compared to her peers as she has grown older.

Looking at her like this, the man felt a little nervous for some reason.

He always felt that things wouldn't go so smoothly.

You and Nero have completed a series of preparations.

[With Agrippina's farewell, you temporarily left Upiorum and headed to the Roman capital, where the Senate was located.]

This is not a journey that can be completed in a day.

You and Nero witnessed quite a few things on your journey.

“Teacher.” Nero looked at the scenery outside the carriage, a thoughtful look appearing in his green eyes.

"Why do these people still have to work outside when the weather is so hot?"

"Because life is hard, Nero."

Ian offered his own explanation.

"If they don't work like this, they will only starve to death."

"Isn't anyone going to help them?" Nero continued, "They're all people living on Roman soil, aren't they?"

"I don't know about that." Ian rubbed Nero's head.

"But Nero, you can be the one who helps them in the future, can't you?"

"That makes sense."

Nero turned around and looked at his teacher.

"Hmm, but I'd like to help them now, is that alright?"

"of course."

Nero is actually quite kind-hearted—which is rather rare among noble ladies like her.

After all, pampered girls have no idea what life was like for ordinary people in Rome.

Or perhaps it's more accurate to say they utterly loathe these dirty, smelly workers.

Only someone like Nero, with ambitions to become emperor, could notice such things during his travels.

With this in mind, the girl spent all the money she had brought with her along the way.

However, you didn't blame her; instead, you considered it an encouraging act—after all, considering the people's sentiments is a commendable quality an emperor should possess.

Amidst the approval of the people, you and Nero arrived in the Roman capital, where the Senate was located.

The girl's first speech is about to begin.

As Nero's only companion and attendant, Ian was given a seat by the Senate that allowed him to have a direct view of Nero.

The man was unsure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

But there was one thing he was certain of—that he, sitting in this position, absolutely could not show any sign of panic.

Only in this way can Nero, who is in charge of the speech, be given enough confidence and support.

And this is indeed the case.

The girl in the center, facing the large number of elders and deans below the stage, once again felt that deep-seated tension.

People from all sorts of nobles and different factions are now focusing all their attention on him.

To be honest, the pressure is really immense.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally with his teacher beforehand, Nero still felt that he was struggling to keep up.

but--

This feeling didn't last long.