The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian looked at everything in front of him and suddenly felt that he had not yet returned from the singularity.

"Father? Father! Father!!"

Modred called out three times in a row, finally pulling Ian back from the luxury in front of him.

"What's going on?!"

"Mordred, this isn't your fault, is it?!" The man was so anxious that he didn't even use the nickname for his daughter.

When it's time to be strict, he won't show any mercy.

"It's not me!" Mordred waved his hands repeatedly, "How could it be me! I wouldn't do such a thing—I'd be scolded to death!"

"..."

Ian didn't think his daughter was lying.

She didn't dare do that in front of him.

And more importantly...

This is not her style. Mordred doesn't like weird and gorgeous things.

Compared to these, she might prefer to kick the drink machine and take out a few bottles of Coke.

This style is more like...

"Xiao Mo, could Nero have done this?"

"Eh?!!!"

Mordred looked at Ian with admiration in his eyes.

"Father, how did you know?"

"I... obviously didn't say anything!"

"Some things can be known without being told—" Ian looked at his daughter, "Just like I know you are scared now and really want to ask me for help, right?"

"It's really my father!"

Mordred gave a thumbs-up.

"Yes, it was indeed Nero who did all this."

The naughty kid took a few steps forward, came to the artworks hanging on the wall, and sighed.

"And many of these were painted by her and then hung here."

"..."

It sounded a bit outrageous at first, but Ian knew it was no joke.

Nero's artistic talent is indeed quite good - he can fully prove this.

But then again...

So Nero was doing this when he was repairing the singularity...

It’s a good thing to think about.

At least you won't be bored.

"Then, go ahead and paint." Ian indulged his imperial student. "Replacing the floor or something like that isn't a big problem—as long as it doesn't affect daily maintenance and Leonardo da Vinci's needs."

"I think so too……"

Mordred looked troubled.

"After all, who wants to do it, but..."

"but what?"

Ian patted Mordred's head.

"Just say whatever you want to say. There's no need to hide anything from me."

"Xiao Mo, do you understand?"

"..."

As if he had made up his mind, Mordred nodded, then looked at the broadcasting system in the command center, his throat moving slightly.

"Father……"

"Nero wants to hold a concert..."

"what?!"

894. Nero's Concert Dream/The Meaning of Chaldea's Existence (4k)

"..."

For a moment, Ian thought there was something wrong with his hearing.

"Xiao Mo, what are you talking about—Nero, is she going to hold a concert?"

"Yes, yes..."

Mordred looked embarrassed, and it was obvious that he was quite resistant to this matter.

She even shuddered, as if she was recalling something bad.

Ian understood exactly what it was—Nero's singing voice was quite terrifying, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it a destructive weapon.

"..."

"Father!" Modred grabbed Ian's hand and rarely acted like a spoiled child in front of him.

This naughty kid, because he longs to be a man like his father, does not have the mentality of a little cotton-padded jacket at all.

"Please help me—I really don't want to hear Nero's singing anymore!"

"My ears...can't take it anymore!"

"..."

Ian completely understood his daughter's feelings and why she disliked this kind of thing so much.

"Okay, I'll think of a way."

"Where is she now?"

"Uh, this..."

Just as Mordred was about to speak, the door to the command center swung open with a bang.

Nero and Leonardo da Vinci walked in one after another.

It’s just that the attitudes of the two people before and after are completely different.

Nero looked delighted, but Leonardo had a similar expression to Mordred's - it was obvious that she was also tortured by Nero's singing.

"Hmm! Just listen to Yu's advice!"

"My singing voice is very beautiful. During the Roman era, no one ever said that my singing was not good."

“It must be the same now!”

"No means no!"

Da Vinci wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Nero, asking you to 'renovate' the headquarters was already quite a stretch, and now you're even wanting to hold a 'banquet'—that's a bit too much!"

"Hmm!"

Nero seemed to be holding back, as if he had something to say.

However, after seeing Ian and Mordred beside her, her attention instantly shifted from Da Vinci to him.

"teacher--!"

Nero leaped forward and rushed directly towards Ian.

Such a collision with the ball would naturally cause some impact - especially for Modred, who had basically not developed much.

She looked at Nero who was acting coquettishly in Ian's arms, then looked down at her chest and showed a puzzled expression.

"Hiss... So this is why my movements look so different from hers?"

"..."

"How can this be solved?"

Ian didn't know what Mordred was thinking at the moment - he only felt that Nero in front of him had the urge to eat him.

"Nero, there are so many people watching, why don't you hold back a little?"

"Never--"

Nero pouted, looking quite cute.

"Teacher, do you know how long it has been since you and Yu hugged each other like this?!"

"Hmm! Every inch of my skin is telling of my love for the teacher! Can't the teacher feel it?!"

As she said this, Nero moved her rather plump breasts, rubbing them against Ian's body, achieving a two-stage "ball-to-ball" move.

It was obvious that she not only did not mind showing her extremely passionate love in front of Mordred and Leonardo da Vinci, but was filled with joy.

"..."

Looking at Nero like this, Ian couldn't utter a word of blame.

Or rather, he brought her to Chaldea just to give her such a life.

"Nero, are you really going to hold a concert?"

"Eh--"

"Teacher, did you hear that?!" Nero's green eyes were filled with joy. "Yes, I really plan to do that!"

"But--"

The young emperor turned around and looked at Leonardo da Vinci, who was covering his forehead and shaking his head. Then she stretched out her finger like a child and pointed at him.

"Sir Da Vinci, you don't want me to do this at all—that's outrageous!"

"You wait a minute!"

Ian stopped Nero.

"You just said 'Sir Da Vinci' instead of 'Dear Da Vinci'?"

"Yes!"

Nero nodded.

"It's Sir Da Vinci!"

"I am the Emperor of Rome! And wherever the teacher is, that is Rome! Since the teacher is in Chaldea, that means Chaldea is my Rome."

"Everything in Rome belongs to me! The people inside are naturally my citizens!"

"But—you two are different, so it's 'Qing'!"

"Hmm! Teacher, do you understand?"

"..."

Nero's unique set of emperor verifications made Ian not know how to respond for a moment.

But he knew that this was Nero's true nature - at least it showed that she had adapted well to the Chaldean environment.

only……

Looking at Modred who was constantly winking and gesturing when Nero looked at him, and Leonardo da Vinci who was covering his forehead and unable to say a word, Ian understood that this was definitely not something worth celebrating.

At least……

The three of them, including myself, did not want to see this happen.

"..."

Nero seemed to have noticed something unusual.