The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[You begin to move carefully.]

[You avoided the gazes of everyone present and left the Senate along the route you had already planned.]

[You have arrived on the streets of the imperial capital of Rome. ]

[You walked into the dark alley and followed Agrippina's instructions to find the contact point she had described before.]

【But when you arrived there, you saw a strange figure. 】

That was someone Ian had never seen before.

I saw that the other person was wearing a purple coat with a hood that completely concealed his face.

"..."

Ian became alert.

He had not expected to see anyone other than Agrippina in a place like this.

A sense of crisis spread in the man's heart, prompting him to make the decision to leave in less than a second.

But something unexpected happened at this moment.

Just as Ian was about to leave, this figure who shouldn't be here spoke:

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I... saw you."

"..."

Just these simple words stopped Ian in his tracks.

There was no other way. He didn't want to expose his relationship with Agrippina, so he could only turn around and maintain his status as a teacher. He smiled and responded:

"...I just happened to pass by here. Sorry, I seem to have disturbed you."

"Just passing by?" The other party's voice became sharper. "Are you taking me for a fool?"

"Who would pass by here by chance?!"

"..."

She's a girl, but the way she speaks is a little strange.

Ian was not surprised that the other party would expose this point - after all, it was indeed the truth.

But he also prepared a corresponding argument.

"Yes, under normal circumstances, I really won't pass by here."

"But I did this for Lady Nero - she asked me to investigate these hard-to-find corners of Rome, hoping that I could do more with such details."

Of course not.

But compared to coming here on purpose, using Nero as an excuse is obviously a much more appropriate choice.

In this way, her image can also be consolidated.

However, what Ian never expected was that after hearing him mention Nero, the other party, who had been relatively calm, suddenly became excited.

She cried out:

"Lord Nero?! Are you talking about the girl who made everyone speechless in the Senate?!"

"..."

Although he felt that the other party's attitude seemed a little subtle, Ian nodded in order to keep his words consistent.

"Yes, you are right, it is her."

“That’s great—!”

The mysterious girl pounced towards Ian, and then sniffed the man's scent like a hungry wolf.

"Ah...what a wonderful scent."

"I seem to see Lord Nero standing in front of me."

"Yes, really?"

Ian realized that the other party seemed to be a loyal follower of Nero - this made him feel a little complicated.

After all, if such a character appears, it means that the early accumulation has begun to take effect.

Nero's accession to the throne will become smoother.

But on the other hand, it is relatively dangerous for such a strange person to become a believer.

Thinking of this, Ian asked directly:

"What's your name?"

"Locusta--Lo.custa!"

As if she was afraid that Ian didn't hear clearly, the girl in front of him, whose face was hidden by a large hood, emphasized her name twice.

"I see." The man nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for being so loyal to Lord Nero. She will definitely be very happy when she knows this."

"Hey, really? That's great."

"By the way--!" said Locusta, as he took out a mushroom from his coat, "Please try this--!"

"This is something that I think only people like you who have been close to Nero-sama to a certain extent and have tasted her can enjoy."

"..."

Although he always felt that taking out mushrooms was a bit outrageous, because the other party was a loyal follower of Nero, Ian could only do as much as possible according to her ideas.

He took the mushroom from her hand, and after thanking her, he was about to take a symbolic bite of the mushroom.

But at this moment, a flash of light appeared, and when it returned to its original state, the mushroom in Ian's hand had turned into ashes.

Agrippina appeared not far away.

She glanced at Ian, then at the girl who claimed to be Locusta, and then spoke:

“Seneca.”

"Today's meeting...let's stop here for now."

"..."

Although he felt something was not right, looking at Agrippina's expression, Ian knew that now was not the time to ask more questions.

"I understand."

"Well, I'll take my leave now."

After the man said this, he turned and left the alley.

Looking at his back, Lokusta became anxious.

"Lady Agrippina—!"

"Why don't you let him eat my poisonous mushrooms? That way, you don't have to waste time trying to figure out how to get rid of him, right?"

"Not yet, Locusta."

Agrippina looked at Ian who was gradually walking away and sneered.

"Seneca, there is still value in using it."

"Locusta, come with me - there are more important things now, and I need your mushrooms to help."

"no problem!"

[You don't know the conversation between Agrippina and Locusta.]

[But you can feel that the relationship between the two of them is definitely unusual.]

[This wife who murdered her two husbands seems to be planning something earth-shattering again.]

[In the Roman capital, perhaps there will be an unprecedented change. 】

[But you still haven't told Nero about all this - you don't want her to be affected unnecessarily at this time when she should be happy.]

【That is your duty as a teacher. 】

Late at night, inside a Roman palace.

According to the agreement with Nero, Ian came to her room.

As the future successor to the Roman Empire, the girl's room was no longer as stingy as before.

Now, she lives in a place second only to her stepfather Claudius.

According to traditional etiquette, Ian, as a teacher, could not enter here under any circumstances - in other words, he actually came to this place at the risk of being caught.

After looking around and confirming that there was no one there, Ian reached out and knocked on the door gently.

"Nero, here I come."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened with a snap, and then a white hand stretched out from inside and pulled Ian in.

pat.

The door closed again.

The corridor returned to its former quietness.

[Although you were mentally prepared, you were still shocked by the scene in front of you when you entered Nero's room.]

[The girl spread roses all over her room.]

[It was the blooming season, and the flowers carefully arranged by the girl exuded a faint fragrance, turning the room into a miniature palace of flowers. ]

[You can't help but sigh - Nero's talent in decoration is quite good. ]

[If she had not had the ambition to become an emperor, perhaps she could have become an excellent architect.]

"Teacher, be careful of the thorns of the rose." Nero's reminder rang in Ian's ears, allowing him to return to reality.

The man looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Nero, did you design this by yourself?"

"Yes, teacher." The girl nodded without hesitation, "I did this by myself."

"No reference to anything else?"

"No - I'm the future emperor of Rome, why should I refer to other people's things?"

"...Then you are quite amazing." Ian's eyes swept across the surrounding environment, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Even teachers may not be able to do this kind of thing."

Ian's praise made Nero even happier.

She took his hand and sat down on the bed.

At the head of the bed, there was the wine prepared by the girl, waiting quietly in the exquisite glass, like the emperor's most loyal guards.

"Teacher, have a drink."

"Ah."

Ian and Nero each picked up a glass of wine, and then after looking at each other, they toasted each other.

Watching the wine fall from each other's lips, both of them smiled.

"Nero, congratulations - you will really become the emperor of Rome in the future."

"Hmm~" Nero smiled sweetly, "It's all thanks to the teacher's help - without the teacher, I wouldn't be able to get to where I am today."

"..."

"..."

The two silently stared at each other, and their lips finally moved closer and closer - not surprisingly, the lips stained with wine once again came into intimate contact.

There was no excitement or entanglement.