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The mysterious man nodded thoughtfully.

He took off his hat and gave Ian a standard salute in the rain.

"Hello, my name is Leif Lionel Flauros."

"People who don't belong to this era."

"..."

Although he had made some mental preparations, Ian was still somewhat shocked when he heard the other party introduce himself.

People who do not belong to this era appear in this era... What does this mean?

Before Ian could think it all through, Rafe's voice rang out again.

"What's your name?"

Since the other party gave his name, Ian would not hesitate to respond.

"Seneca. To be more specific, Lucius Anaeus Seneca."

"Seneca."

Rafe put his hat back on and smiled.

"Can we go somewhere else to talk? It's raining so hard, this isn't a good place to talk."

"……Row."

[You and Leif left from the city wall.]

[You have arrived at a remote house in the city - although it is not luxurious, it is enough to serve as a temporary shelter from the rain.]

[You two started chatting.]

There was a crash——

Ian lit a fire, and the warm yellow light illuminated the small room, forming a sharp contrast with the thunder outside.

But the man didn't care about that at the moment.

He just wanted to know if there was any way he could learn magic from Leif that would rival Agrippina's.

only--

This is not something that is so easy to talk about.

But Leif took action at this time.

He was toasting his hat, smiling strangely, and started talking:

"Rome is now a prosperous city."

"..."

There wasn't much emotion in Rafe's tone, and Ian couldn't tell for a moment whether he was really praising Roma or just saying some polite words.

But he knew how to answer.

"of course."

"Our Majesty Nero is a wise monarch. As long as she is here, Rome will prosper."

"..."

Rafe stared at Ian, and only now did some emotions appear in his deep eyes.

"So - do you think Nero's current series of measures are helping Rome develop into a more powerful empire?"

"That's right." Ian nodded without hesitation.

This has always been his view and it will never change.

"Your Majesty's choice is correct. Only by acting like this can Rome become more prosperous."

"..."

Leif was silent for a moment, then asked again:

"What's your relationship with her?"

"It's incredible that he would trust her to this extent."

"I'm her teacher." Ian did not hide his identity. "Besides, I don't think this is something incredible."

"There are many people in Rome who think the same way as I do."

"only--"

"They don't have the same status as me, so naturally their voices can't be heard."

"Hahaha." Leif suddenly laughed, "So she's his teacher. No wonder she has such an impression of him."

"But unfortunately—"

"You seem to have made an error of judgement."

"..."

[Your heart tightens at Leif's words.]

[In the final analysis, this man who appeared here along with the lightning is the kind that cannot be measured by common sense.]

【He may know something you don't know. 】

[Whether this idea is right or wrong, you realize that you have to understand it. ]

"Misjudgment?"

Ian's eyes sharpened.

"What do you mean—what error of judgement did I make?"

"Oh... my self-introduction just now seemed a little crude." Rafe took back the baked hat and put it on his head again.

"I am Leif Lenore Flauros, a man from the future."

"In my time, the Roman Empire no longer existed."

"..."

Ian's eyes flickered, but he quickly calmed down.

"Although it may not be fair to Your Majesty to say this, isn't it natural for dynasties to change? Even Rome... must accept this reality."

"As long as I have made Rome a step further during my tenure, that is enough."

Snapped--

Snapped--

Leif clapped his hands, and there was a hint of praise in his tone.

"Great!"

"As expected of a wise man of this era, your perspective on things is much broader than that of ordinary people."

"but--"

Leif changed the subject.

"If I say that Nero of later generations has become a person despised by history, what would you think as a teacher?"

Boom——

A bolt of lightning fell.

The reflected white light made Ian's eyes the color of snow, and also made the shock hidden in them appear vividly.

The man didn't care about what his reputation would be like, but he didn't want his student Nero to suffer any injustice.

He couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"How could Nero... be spurned by history?"

"..."

There was an imperceptible sly gleam in Leif's eyes.

He adjusted his hat and quickly responded again:

"Whether you believe it or not, at least in the era I lived in, the name Nero already symbolized brutality and tyranny."

"You are lying to me. You are not from the future. Nero is now the emperor supported by the Roman people. How could she become that kind of person?"

Ian's voice was firm and serious, and it was obvious that he totally disagreed with what the man named Rafe said.

But the other party seemed to have anticipated this and continued:

"I know you can't accept this fact. After all, Nero is your student. It's really embarrassing for a wise man like you to teach a tyrant."

"But..." Leif looked at Ian and continued to state his reasons slowly, "All of this is an established fact, and it has long been shown to everyone in human history.

"This also includes your relationship with Nero as a lover."

"Seneca the Sage, am I right?"

"..."

This is extremely strong evidence.

[In the entire city of Rome, the only person who understands your relationship with Nero is Agrippina.]

[If he could get this level of information from Agrippina, he would not be able to talk to me about these things so calmly.]

【So--】

【There is only one answer that can explain this series of questions. 】

[That is the man in front of you who claims to be Leif. He is indeed from the distant future.]

"..."

Ian found it hard to face this fact.

Nero...how did he become a despised tyrant?

I never taught her to be such a person!

"What on earth happened?!" Ian asked anxiously, "Why did she become like this?!"

Facing Ian's questioning, Rafe was not in a hurry, but seemed somewhat relaxed.

"Seneca the Sage, it doesn't matter what happened - it's your willingness to change it, isn't it?"

"..."

"Can you let me do this?" Ian couldn't believe what he heard.

"It's not that I can do this." Leif said as he placed the golden cup in front of the two of them, "It can."

"what is this?"

"Holy Grail."

"A magical wishing machine that can fulfill wishes - if it exists, it is not impossible to change Nero's future as a tyrant."

"How about it?" Leif looked at Ian while holding the Holy Grail, and his tone was a little more negotiating. "Do you want to try it?"

"..."

Ian was not the kind of person who could be easily bewitched, so he calmed down at this time.

"Rafe, why are you doing this for me?"

"It's--it's not at all good for you, is it?"

"Hey, stop." Leif interrupted Ian, "I'm not the kind of person who gives for free. Helping you achieve this kind of thing will benefit me a lot."

"But... those are things that are difficult for you to understand, so I won't go into details."

"So this is an exchange of benefits? But I didn't give anything away, right?" Ian continued to remain vigilant.

"No no no."

Rafe wagged his finger.