Emperor Nero was a famous tyrant in Roman history. He loved luxury, beauty, and a fierce lifestyle that was like fire.
Fire is warm and beautiful, but it needs firewood to provide support before it can rise. Although people watching fire may feel that the flame is beautiful and warm, for firewood, it may not be that comfortable.
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The Emperor Nero that everyone saw in the Singularity was an innocent, passionate and simple girl. Caesar had previously compared her to the flower of Rome, and she was indeed worthy of this title.
Unlike the tyrant written in the history books who was keen on conspiracy, conspiracy, poison and assassination, the Nero here was just an ordinary girl who couldn't bear the party to end. No matter how lively the party was, once it ended, everyone would leave.
It will be time to be alone again.
Rather, it was because we had so much fun at the previous party that I felt a sense of loss when we parted.
She silently looked at the three people in front of her, and golden particles gradually covered their bodies.
"Thank you for taking care of me."
Boudica clasped her hands together, bowed slightly to the Chaldean group, and smiled to Emperor Nero.
"Boudica...well..."
Thinking of Boudica, her head began to hurt again.
My mind was racing with the story of Boudicca, as queen, revolting against Rome.
"Your Majesty, don't think about too complicated things. We don't belong to this world and will disappear without a trace. There is no need to think too much about us."
Boudica bowed slightly and lowered her head.
"But……"
"Your Nero Festival made many people laugh, made children happy, and satisfied adults. That's good."
Boudica looked a little lonely, something she could not bring to her subjects.
She is not a good queen, her martial arts skills are not outstanding, her strategy is only second-rate, her leadership is based on hatred, and she cannot create such a prosperous civilization in peacetime.
From a historical perspective, it is not a bad thing for one's own country to be annexed.
after all……
Under the rule of Rome, everyone was so happy...
"The treatment is over...heh. In other words, it's the day of vacation, right?"
Niijima Yae moved her shoulders and back, stretched her neck, and the joints of her body made snapping sounds in response to her subconscious awareness.
"But it's a holiday, and I have nothing to do [there (Hall of Valor)]. Why don't you come and summon me? You are running around every day. After you get injured, you will always need medical staff."
Niijima Yae smiled rarely. She has an awe-inspiring temperament. Even when she smiles, she has a heroic flavor. This smile is neither gentle nor considerate. It is very different from the soft smile in everyone's impression.
Far away, but... very reassuring.
"Yes, I agree with what she said, but you must summon me - then I will train you well! You are so lucky!"
Mordred also followed her words and poked Yagi's waist with his elbow. Because he didn't use much strength, it felt a little itchy, which made him feel at a loss.
"Mordred's sword is only worthy of recognition for its power. If you learn that kind of thing, you will turn into a beast."
Behind Yagi Xuezai, the Black King Altria Alter said this. When Mordred heard this, the expression on his face suddenly became ferocious again: "I want you to talk more! I will let you understand one day,
I, Mordred, am your only heir, and I want to surpass you!"
"……snort."
Not wanting to engage in more verbal arguments with her, Altria turned her eyes away and stopped talking.
Mordred rubbed his hair, was speechless, and muttered: "Father, you don't understand other people's moods at all, and you don't have any eyesight at all."
Farewell does not have to be heavy. The three of them talked easily and disappeared into the main hall as the golden particles shone.
"They've all left...are you leaving too?"
Emperor Nero asked lonely. She didn't need them to answer, she already had the answer herself.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Yagi Xuezai bowed to her and saluted.
"As far as Rome is concerned, we are people from a different world. We have completed our mission and should go back."
"So, what will happen to Rome? What will happen to me?"
"Everything will be back on track. All of this will become something that never happened. Your Majesty will not remember us. There will be no luxurious celebrations that last for several months, and there will not be so many exaggerated heroes fighting in the arena.
Fighting on the court."
Although it was cruel, Yagi Yusei still made it clear to Nero.
Nero was silent, and it made Yagi Seksai a little bit uncomfortable that the always chirping Emperor could show such a lonely expression.
"Okay! I understand! The brave men who saved Rome, thank you for fighting for Rome! I will try my best to remember you!"
Emperor Nero said this seriously.
"I will write your names on the bedside and cast a statue for you. I will never forget you."
Like an unconvinced child, she opened her arms wide.
Everyone just thought it was cute and no one refuted her.
"Speaking of which, as I promised before, I will give you a reward for your merits in rescuing the driver. Hmm! You brave man, please lower your head."
Fujimaru Ritsuka took a step forward, bowed his head and knelt down.
Emperor Nero took off the laurel crown from his head and put it on Fujimaru Ritsuka's head. The girl's orange hair matched this green color very well.
"This is the blessing given to you. At any time, you are the brave men who have been blessed by the Roman Emperor, the final winner of the Great Nero Festival - the brave Yagi."
Yagi Xuezai stepped forward and also knelt down to worship Nero.
"His Majesty."
"The brilliance of the sword in the end really made Yu see beautiful things. To reward you, this is a weapon crafted by Yu himself."
Emperor Nero pulled out a red dagger with a somewhat twisted shape from his waist. It was longer than the Roman standard dagger. It could be seen that Nero at this time did not have such... well, such artistic taste. This sword
Apart from being red in color, the shape of the sword is similar to that of an ordinary sword. The blade is engraved with beautiful patterns, and the hilt is also beautifully decorated. It seems that the function of [killing enemies] is more important than the function of [killing enemies].
Although it has not been mentioned, Emperor Nero has considerable attainments in any field (self-proclaimed). In terms of forging, the twisted red sword in her hand, the sword that ignites flames when excited, is also
It was built by her own hands.
Rather than performance, the important thing is [hand-made].
This sword is the sword that Nero made for himself before. It is the second sword that she made for herself. Although it is not very mature, the hard work condensed in it is genuine. The sword that symbolizes the royal power of Rome symbolizes Nero.
The sword. If the user fills it with magic power, the sword will burst into flames, very similar to the sword Nero is using now.
Yagi Xuezai bowed his head to accept it and held the sword with both hands. To be honest, what he lacks most now is weapons. Now that the Holy Sword cannot be liberated by its true name, weapons mean combat effectiveness.
"No matter when, Yu, Yu, Yu will... remember you."
Nero lowered his head, closed his eyes, and regained his composure. Then, the gloomy look on his face disappeared, revealing a smile that was comparable to any beautiful thing in the world.
"Thank you for everything you do for Rome."
In this beautiful smile, Chaldea's magic teleported everyone back.