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

"Alright then—let's rest tonight."

"Go to sleep."

"Hey—!" Nero reached out and grabbed Ian, who was about to blow out the oil lamp. "Teacher, don't be so rigid!"

"Rest isn't just about sleeping."

"You..." Ian looked at the girl in front of him, whose expression was full of ulterior motives, "So what exactly do you want?"

"Hmm, it's very simple~" Nero smiled mischievously.

She closed the obscure bilingual book and placed it on the bedside table.

"The teacher said before that if I behave well, I can continue learning that kind of thing, right?"

"..."

Ian has a very good memory.

When Nero said that, he naturally knew that this guy was talking about his "kissing tutorial".

"Nero, have you been thinking about this all along?"

“Hmm~” Nero invited with both hands, “Isn’t this a matter of course? This is a promise that my teacher made to me one-on-one. It would be too heartless to forget it.”

"……and many more!"

The girl moved closer until she was almost completely in front of Ian.

"Teacher...you haven't forgotten, have you?"

“Of course not—I’ve never forgotten a promise I made to you, no matter how small,” Ian replied quickly. “But Nero, do you really think your recent behavior is suitable for doing this?”

"..."

Nero turned his face away and clutched the hem of his clothes.

"That's why I wanted to confirm with the teacher—I...wanted the teacher's approval."

"..."

You realize Nero wasn't joking.

She has unknowingly developed an extremely heavy dependence on you—as if she could do anything just because you exist.

You don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

But one thing you can be 100% sure of right now.

[That is, Nero truly longs to share another romantic kiss with you on this peaceful night.]

After much hesitation, you finally softened and agreed to her request.

Under the moonlight, Ian and Nero's lips touched gently once again.

However, unlike before, Nero, who was well-prepared this time, was noticeably more aggressive.

Despite it being just a teaching engagement, she acted with great enthusiasm, as if she were genuinely kissing her lover.

The girl tightly embraced the teacher's head, then greedily sucked the air from his mouth until they were both lost in a moment of suffocation, before finally loosening her grip a little.

After several such exchanges, Nero began to take the lead in the lesson.

A few minutes later.

"Mmm~" Nero gently touched his lips, looking as if he still wanted more after the kiss.

"Teacher, wasn't I great?"

"What did you put on your lips?" Ian asked, looking at the girl in front of him.

"Hmm." Nero put his hands on his hips. "It's a secret weapon for victory, so you absolutely can't tell the teacher."

Faced with such an answer, the man was not in a hurry, but instead began to analyze the situation.

"It's rose spice, to be precise, it should be rosehip, and it seems to have some other ingredients mixed in as well."

"Eh?!"

Nero's expression turned to one of utter astonishment when Ian saw through her secret weapon. She stared wide-eyed at the man before her, utterly incredulous.

"Teacher...how did you know?"

“All your knowledge in this area comes from me,” Ian smiled slightly. “Do you think I wouldn’t know what you want to do?”

"But Nero—you seem to really like roses?"

“Hmm~” Nero nodded.

“I think this flower is very gorgeous, worthy of me as the future emperor.”

"I also hope that I can be as eye-catching as a rose. If I were like that, I would definitely achieve something, right?"

"but……"

Nero looked at the man before her, her tone becoming cautious.

"Teacher, do you not like it? If so, I won't use it next time."

"Do not."

Ian reached out and gently stroked Nero's cheek.

"The teacher likes it very much—she likes your explanation of the rose even more."

“Very good, this is the confidence an emperor should have.”

"You are the chosen one of Rome, and you must believe this at all times and in all places."

"Okay, I understand!"

“But speaking of which—” Nero raised an eyebrow at Ian, “when the teacher was kissing just now, it seemed like he was secretly touching my chest, and even pinching it a few times.”

"Have it?"

"Have!"

"That's not true, Nero, don't talk nonsense."

"Hey—! The teacher's a pervert! She touched my breasts and then denied it!"

"Alright, let's leave this topic at that. It's time to rest."

"Can't!"

"Nero, don't bite!"

So, in the end, you managed to get her to stop complaining about being touched on the breast during a kiss by sleeping with Nero in your arms.

[And you know that the reality is exactly as Nero said—as the girl matures, her charm blossoms like a rose.]

You might think you could do something even more outrageous someday.

However, your mind remains clear.

You know that even if you really have that thought, you still have to pave the way for Nero to the Roman throne before that happens.

This is far more difficult than imagined.

[And you soon discovered the first problem—Nero's identity at this moment.]

Even though every speech she gave in the Senate was filled with absolute suppression of the conservatives, there was one thing she could never avoid.

That means Nero was still merely a son of a collateral branch of the royal family.

According to Roman tradition, someone of this status was completely ineligible to inherit the throne.

This is not a problem you can solve alone; it stands like an insurmountable barrier in your path.

Fortunately, you're not the only one who realizes this; Nero's mother, Agrippina, also does.

She traveled a long way from Upiorum to the Roman capital as quickly as possible, and upon arrival that very evening expressed her desire to meet with you alone.

You realize that this wife, who has poisoned two husbands in succession, is up to something again.

late at night.

Following Agrippina's instructions, Ian went alone to a room in the mansion.

He pushed open the door and found the magician, who had been hiding very well, already sitting there.

“Please sit down, Professor Seneca,” Agrippina said very politely.

"..."

After Ian nodded, he sat down in a suitable spot and got straight to the point:

"Mrs. Agrippina, is there something you need that you're in such a hurry to see me about?"

After a moment's thought, Agrippina answered directly:

"Hmm... I heard that you and Nero gave one brilliant speech after another in the Senate, and now every Roman knows about you."

"That's Miss Nero's skill."

Ian had no intention of taking credit—although he did prepare as much as possible for every one of Nero's speeches.

"I'm just an observer."

“No.” Agrippina shook her head, her eyes, which concealed the cause of death of her two husbands, were as chilling as mud.

“I know Nero very well as a mother—she can’t do anything without you.”

“Madam, you flatter me. Miss Nero comes from a distinguished family. Even without me, she would still be an outstanding person.”

"..."

"..."

“Heh.” Agrippina sneered, “Time is running out, all this roundabout stuff is pointless.”

"Let me be frank—my daughter must really like you."

"If I'm not mistaken... while I was away, you two probably slept together every day, just like when you were at home, right?"

"..."

Ian's heart skipped a beat.