The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian made his decision.

"Clap-pop-pop-"

A burst of crisp applause rang out, drawing all the attention that was originally focused on little Nero to the man.

Everyone looked at Ian, who was clapping at the front of the crowd, as if they were looking at a monster.

"Is Seneca crazy? Is this kind of voice applauding?"

"Who knows... maybe he has some special hobbies?"

"A fetish for sounds? What kind of weird tendency is this?"

Everyone's doubts were expressed one after another, and then one after another they drifted into the ears of little Nero, the performer.

She was nervous.

If the look just now only embarrassed her, now it was dragging her teacher into the water as well.

Little Nero, standing in front of the crowd at a loss, looked at Ian with urgent eyes.

She hoped that this man would stop clapping and stop embarrassing herself with her.

However, little Nero's prayers had no effect at all.

Ian not only did not stop, but he drummed even harder than before.

In addition, he even spoke up boldly.

"Everyone." The man's eyes swept across the people present, and then there was a sense of profoundness in his expression.

"Don't you like the singing from A.G. R. P. Na's?"

"..."

"..."

The man specifically emphasized the name "Agrippina".

His purpose was also very simple - that was to make everyone realize that this was the noble lady from the Agrippina family.

If I were to rashly point out that her singing voice was terrible...it might bring me serious trouble.

Yes.

This is an almost threatening "hint", but it is actually quite useful behavior at the moment.

After the man said this, some smart people soon realized his hidden meaning.

It doesn't really matter how the singing sounds.

This was just a noble lady's frolicking in public.

If you think about it from this perspective...all you have to do is flatter her after the performance.

This is Seneca saving everyone!

Those who completely understood quickly followed Ian's words.

"Ms. Nero sings so well~ I haven't heard such a singing voice in a long time!"

"That's right! This must be the voice God has bestowed upon us!"

"That's right - being able to hear such a voice would make me die without regrets!"

People tend to follow the crowd.

Once the first person says this, there will be a second and a third, until everyone's comments converge on one line.

of course.

Despite the focus, everyone involved in this act of flattery tacitly avoided using a phrase that should have been very common in praise music.

That is-

"One more song!"

That's right.

No one wanted to hear little Nero's singing again, so naturally no one would say such words.

But she didn't care about this kind of thing - after all, being praised by everyone instead of being despised was enough for little Nero.

"Hmm~"

She smiled sweetly, put her hands behind her back, and looked very happy.

"Thank you for your likes~"

Realizing that a confidence-destroying crisis had finally been averted, Ian stopped immediately.

He held the smug little Loli and said as calmly as possible:

"Nero, let's go."

"Hmm~!"

[You and Little Nero left the performance hand in hand.]

【This seems to be a very unforgettable experience for her. 】

[On the way back, little Nero was humming a song similar to the one just now, and he seemed to be in a pretty good mood. ]

【Seeing her like this, you feel much better. 】

[After all, this is a student you care about very much. ]

"Teacher~" Little Nero turned around, looked at Ian beside him, and asked.

"Do you think the song I'm humming now is nice?"

Ian didn't want to discourage her, so he told a little lie:

“It sounds nice—but I’ve never heard it before.”

"Nero, where did you find such a song?"

"Hmm~" Little Nero stood on tiptoe and gently drew circles on the ground as if dancing.

"Teacher, do you want to know?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "I do want to know."

"Then bring something to me in exchange--!" Little Nero stuck out his tongue mischievously, "Otherwise, you have no right to know!"

"This……"

Ian didn't expect that she would continue to insist on her "equivalent exchange" at this time, so he could only smile helplessly.

"No, Nero."

"The teacher can't produce anything - I'm afraid this deal has to be cancelled."

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing this, little Nero immediately became anxious.

She grabbed Ian's hand and stamped her little feet.

"Hmm! Teacher, why don't you just ask me what I want? Maybe it's actually easy to do?!"

"..."

[To be fair, you don't really want to continue this so-called "deal" with Little Nero. ]

[After all, the "secret" she just promised to tell you has not been fulfilled yet. ]

[Just looking at little Nero's expectant expression, you can't bear to ruin this mood. ]

【Finally, you chose a compromise method. 】

[You decide to return to the previous question after "closing" the deal to understand her true thoughts.]

[What does this little guy want to learn? ]

"Ok."

Ian squatted down so that his eyes could be at the same height as little Nero.

"So Nero, what do you want the teacher to give in exchange?"

Seeing that the teacher had finally "fallen" into his trap, little Nero raised his head and looked at the man with his bright eyes.

"Hmm, then please touch my head~"

No wonder it’s said to be simple.

It turned out that he wanted to touch her head himself.

But this is not a bad thing - at least it is much more acceptable than the previous request of "riding" on me.

"I see. It's really simple."

Ian reached out and gently stroked Nero's soft golden hair.

It feels like knitted wool, soft and smooth, but with a more dazzling luster.

To be honest...it's a pretty good feeling indeed.

But it's not the crux of the matter right now.

Ian gently rubbed little Nero's head while continuing to ask the previous questions.

"So—how did this song come about?"

"I made it myself!" said the little Nero proudly, "Teacher, isn't it great?!"

No surprise answer.

It totally fits her mysterious confidence.

Ian wasn't surprised at all.

"Hmm~" Little Nero stretched out his hand and put it on Ian's shoulder.

“Teacher! How’s it going? Do you think I’m awesome now?!”

"I have decided to sing this song more often in front of others!"

"..."

【This is a nightmare declaration.】

[After what happened just now, you have deeply realized how terrible Nero's singing is. 】

[If we allow her to spread her songs, it will probably turn into a hellish scene.]

[This is not a good thing for you - after all, methods like the one just now cannot be used all the time.]

[For the Agrippina family, it is an even more terrible shame. ]

【You decide to stop her from having this disastrous idea. 】

"That...Nero." Ian said.

"Well, what's wrong?" After expressing his "ambitions", little Nero looked at the teacher in front of him.

The wheezing sound showed that she was quite happy at the moment.

"Well...if it's okay--" Ian pulled his hand back from little Nero's head.

"Can you sing the song just now to the teacher alone?"

"Eh?"

Little Nero blinked his eyes.

She was so happy just now, but now she blushed and looked as if she was shy.

"Teacher...what do you mean?"

"nothing."

In order to prevent the disaster, Ian decided to bear the pain from Nero's singing himself.

"The teacher just thinks your singing is very interesting - if possible, I hope to give you some individual guidance in this area."

"Do you want to?"