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

"Mmm~!"

Nero swayed his body from side to side.

It was clear that she was genuinely happy about the praise her teacher had just given her.

Ian didn't say much—it was her time to celebrate.

However, this wobbling did not last long.

Nero stopped quickly, as if he had thought of something.

Ian noticed this and quickly asked, "What's wrong? You haven't come up with another trick to fool the teacher, have you?"

"No, no!"

Nero, with his back to Ian, became somewhat shy.

"I just suddenly wanted my teacher to teach me something."

"Teach me something?" Ian asked, somewhat puzzled.

In my daily teaching, I never hold anything back; I give my all to teach whatever I can.

This made the man quite curious.

"Tell me what it is first?"

"Then teacher, you have to promise me you won't refuse me!"

"There's no such condition—I can't agree to it if I can't do it. Tell me what it is first, and if it's possible, I'll do my best to make it happen."

“You can definitely do it,” Nero said with certainty.

"Because...I want you to teach me how to kiss!"

"..."

Ian paused for a moment, and only after confirming that he hadn't misheard did he continue.

Why would you say such strange things for no reason?

“That’s not surprising at all!” Nero leaned against Ian, looking up at the man with her back turned, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"I... I just wanted to give it a try! If it doesn't work, then..."

Nero didn't continue, but his meaning was clear enough—he didn't want to give up no matter what.

Clearly, this was part of her plan for today.

"..."

Ian remained silent for a long time before asking.

"Nero, are you serious?"

“Of course I’m serious!” Nero stared at his teacher. “You’ve never taught me anything like this before, have you?! I… want to try!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl felt her lips being gently touched.

By the time she realized what was happening, Ian had already ended the kiss.

"Okay, that's all there is to it."

"Eh--!"

Nero blushed and gripped Ian's hand tightly.

"That doesn't count! I wasn't prepared at all, teacher, you're bullying me!"

"Then we'll experience it again next time," Ian said with a slight smile.

"..."

Nero suddenly understood something.

"Teacher, do you mean that as long as I behave well enough, I can directly ask you to do this kind of thing?"

"Maybe...it depends on how good it is."

"Hmm~" Nero raised his hands high, as if in celebration, "Then you wait, teacher—I will definitely make you teach me with complete respect!"

"Really? Then let's give it a try."

"Hmm, just you wait!"

Seeing Nero's determination, Ian smiled and patted her head.

He didn't want her to know one thing—that during the kiss, he also felt a moment of pleasure.

[You and Nero made a forbidden pact at the bathhouse, a pact known only to the two of you.]

This will become the driving force for the young woman to continuously climb towards the throne.

But fate is rarely so smooth sailing.

Nero's mother, Agrippina, will once again stir up a terrible upheaval in Rome over her daughter's ascension to the throne.

396. Nero's Rose Kiss / The Promise / The All-Seeing Mother (4k)

[Having made their appointment at the bathhouse, Nero became noticeably more diligent in his work than before.]

You can sense that, driven by her commitment to teaching, she is working incredibly hard to achieve the perfect image of an "emperor."

The first thing they did was to exert absolute dominance over the Senate members in their speeches.

"Nero, you clearly have no political experience whatsoever, so why do you dare to talk such nonsense!"

"Then I'd like to ask you a question, Fortes: does the sun become stronger or weaker as your observation period lengthens?"

"This...of course not! The sun is the sun, how could it change because of human observation?!"

"Isn't the same principle apply to politics? Just because you've been in politics for a long time doesn't mean that what I, who has been in politics for a shorter time, say is wrong."

"Fords, that only proves that you are an incompetent person who has not grasped what you should have grasped all these years, but it does not prove that my statement just now was empty talk."

"you……!"

"Alright, I don't want to hear any more of this ridiculous talk. Please stop speaking!"

Nero's charisma spread rapidly throughout the Senate.

Everyone now knew about this distant descendant of royalty from a remote city.

This is what you want to see—an emperor should have this kind of decisiveness.

However, you didn't become complacent; instead, you became even more cautious.

[The gifted royal tutor has been replaced with Absolute Vigilance: You are beginning to hold yourself to the standards of a guard, ensuring Nero's safety at all costs.]

[Your innate compassion and benevolence have been activated: You are carefully avoiding situations where Nero's sharp temper causes others to suffer, which would damage her reputation.]

Inside the mansion, Nero was looking at his teacher, Ian, with a curious expression.

"Um, teacher, what are you doing?"

“Test it for poison,” Ian replied quickly. “From now on, I will test everything that goes into your mouth for you. Once I’m sure it’s absolutely safe, I’ll give it to you.”

"Understand?"

“I understand…” Nero nodded, then realized something.

"Hey—! If it's for testing poison, shouldn't someone else be involved?"

“No, we can’t.” Ian shook his head. “Nero, we shouldn’t involve innocent people—they have no obligation to test the poison for us.”

"But the teacher doesn't have any either!" Nero exclaimed anxiously.

“I do.” Ian looked at his student, his eyes filled with seriousness.

“You are my student—I must ensure your safety no matter what.”

“Professor Seneca…”

Nero looked at Ian, his green eyes gradually becoming moist.

"Don't cry." The man tapped the girl's head. "You are the future emperor of Rome, the absolute heir to this empire."

"You can no longer cry like a child—that would be unbecoming of the emperor."

"I...I know."

Nero said this, and then watched silently as Ian tasted all the food for him.

At this moment, she once again realized the weight of the word "emperor".

Fortunately, no one dared to harm Nero.

Upon closer examination, the reason is actually quite simple: she is currently the focus of the entire Roman Senate, and any mishap would absolutely cause a huge uproar.

The resulting conflicts of interest will definitely be more troublesome than keeping her around.

Although she didn't encounter any poisoning, Nero still sensed your concern for her—an act that came at the cost of her life.

This young woman, in the prime of her life, has begun to grow closer to you, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

A quiet night.

Nero, dressed in thin pajamas, sat in the lap of her teacher, Ian.

In her hand was a Roman text written in Greek and Latin, every line of which was obscure and difficult to understand.

"Ugh—! This is so hard..." Nero looked up and started to whine to Ian behind her.

"Teacher...I don't want to watch anymore!"

“Nero, don’t do that.” Ian reached out and gently stroked her head. “You are destined to be the Roman Emperor… you can’t be so impatient.”

That's what they say—!

Nero pouted.

"But I need to take a break now and then. I've been working on this seriously for over a month!"

"..."

Looking into Nero's resentful green eyes, Ian realized that if he continued to force her, she probably wouldn't be able to see anything anymore.