I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

That is a longing for beautiful things.

The white outfit, with its meticulously crafted zipper and black and white contrast, enveloped the girl's body.

A white veil draped her snow-white body, revealing magnificent, fair hills. Her flowing robes made her look like a fairy from heaven.

What a beautiful bride!

"Claudia, do you think he'll like this outfit?"

"Although I'm usually quite glamorous, this is my first time getting married, so I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

The magnificent Rose Emperor, looking at his reflection in the bronze mirror, said nervously.

Behind the girl in her wedding dress was another girl who bore a slight resemblance to Nero, but was not quite the same.

"You are already beautiful enough, my royal sister."

Claudia, the daughter of the previous emperor and younger than Nero, gently picked up the laurel wreath woven from green leaves and carefully placed it on the soft, beautiful hair of the blonde girl.

“Hmm, I am the most gorgeous and beautiful girl in all of Rome. That fool—there’s no reason he wouldn’t be captivated by me.”

Nero smiled happily, his eyes filled with love for someone.

"Yes, you're right. I should hold my head high. After all, today is the day I marry Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"It was with his help that I saved all of Rome!"

"Indeed. In this world, apart from Fujimaru Ritsuka, there is no boy who is good enough for you."

Claudia smiled as she looked at her stepsister, her eyes filled with both envy and admiration.

"Hmm, I think so too."

Nero nodded and stood up, also with a smile on his face.

The Imperial Forum is located in the city square of Rome, the capital city. Situated at the foot of the hill where the emperor's palace is located, it houses the Senate, the Pantheon, the Arch of Triumph, and a lecture hall. In addition to providing +8 loyalty, +1 to the region, and +1 to the governor title, all kinds of important imperial matters and activities begin in this magnificent imperial center.

Today, the flowers are in full bloom, and the place is bustling with activity.

The empire was filled with festive cheer and joyous celebrations.

The magnificent and lively scene is even more impressive than the Spring Festival in the East or Christmas in the West.

After all, this is the wedding of His Majesty the Great Emperor, the first citizen of the empire.

This beautiful imperial rose is finally going to be picked today.

The one picking the flowers was not a king or prince of some country, but an imperial hero who accompanied His Majesty Nero in reclaiming Rome, a boy recognized by the spirits of the Roman emperors throughout history.

With his black hair and blue eyes, his gentle and approachable nature made all the people feel as warm as the sun god Thor.

Supported by her stepsister Claudia, the beautiful bride Nero, with her snow-white legs, stood on the high platform and walked step by step toward Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The beautiful woman, with every smile and frown, transforms from a fiery, passionate red rose into a pure, gentle white rose.

Her stunning beauty, even setting aside any romantic encounters, would be incredibly alluring simply to hold in one's arms.

The white jade boots tapped lightly on the floor as the girl walked step by step toward the boy in a black suit.

"I've kept you waiting, my Empress."

"No, I just arrived recently."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's gentle eyes, filled with passion, pierced Nero's heart.

"Um...don't look at me like that, um, I get shy too."

Although he claimed to be shy, Nero boldly puffed out his chest, his towering heart possessing the grandeur of the ocean.

"Sorry, my Nero is just too cute, so I got me captivated without realizing it."

"Hmm, since you want to see so much, then look as much as you like... After that, whatever you want to see or do, as long as it's you, I'll allow it all."

Nero the Bride extended an invitation that sparked the imagination, then her slightly flushed face regained its composure: "Let's save our appreciation for tonight. Today, we must finish the wedding ceremony between me and the Empress!"

Below the stage were senators, envoys from neighboring countries, freed slaves, civilized barbarians, Celts, Gauls, Germans... Druids, Christians, Roman priests, and Greek scholars.

These people, who should have been mortal enemies and adversaries, coexisted harmoniously and amicably under the new policies and the cohesive force of love. Everything within Rome was as beautiful as a dream of paradise.

In the audience were Uncle Caligula, Mother Agrippina, Brother Britannicus, and Teacher Seneca.

Chief of the Guards, Bruce, led his soldiers to guard both sides of the square.

"Fujimaru."

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"I suddenly felt that I was the happiest emperor and the happiest woman in the world."

This kind of happiness is filled with beauty and warmth.

It was a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I will always be with you, Nero."

"Yes, I know. I know that Fujimaru will always be with me."

In Nero's eyes, there was both gentleness and domineering power; two fundamentally different emotions were perfectly embodied in the same person.

"Can you swear an oath for me once more, Fujimaru?"

The blonde girl had two silver rings quietly placed on a magnificent jewelry stand brought up by her stepsister.

"Swear an oath?"

"Hmm, this is the symbol of the Roman emperor. How can my companion not be accompanied by magnificent jewelry?!"

"My oath to you is very simple: [In sickness, you shall take care of me; in health, you shall take care of me; in happiness, you shall take care of me; I hereby swear that you shall take care of me forever!]"

The girl's words were unquestionable, imbued with both the emperor's authority and the girl's confidence.

The previous tension seemed to have vanished.

"Celebrate!" The girl spread her arms wide in splendor. "I will share with you the boundless glory of this magnificent Rome!"

Chapter Thirty: Nero, Fall into the Deepest Abyss of Lies and Conspiracy (2)

The magnificent theater is where the wedding is in progress.

The girl looked at the boy beside her with a gentle smile.

His handsome face and azure eyes made Nero's heart pound uncontrollably.

Behind the girl and boy is a relief sculpture depicting a beautiful young god. The boy holds a torch in one hand and a wreath in the other, his expression solemn as he offers his best wishes to the newlyweds.

Hymenaeus, son of Athena and Dionysus, and god of weddings.

The ceremonial bells tolled, their lingering sound echoing through the air.

A red carpet stretched from one end of the temple to the other.

Adorned with colorful roses on both sides, their fragrance and sweet scent linger in the air—it is the ultimate in luxury and beauty.

"Hmm, I hereby announce that I will marry Fujimaru Ritsuka and together rule the Rome that I love so dearly."

"Cheers! Let us offer our blessings to our newlywed couple!"

Nero's voice was strong and clear, and the tolling of the bells could not disturb her blissful voice.

"On this joyous day of the empire, I really want to sing a song to share my happiness with everyone."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, the crowd below the stage suddenly held their breath.

"But unfortunately, we'll have to let it go for now."

"Under the watchful eyes of all the gods, my wedding will shine throughout Rome."

"Take my hand, Fujimaru. Let go of all distractions and make me happy!"

The girl instinctively reached out her hand to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

That kind of happiness is beyond description, even by the most beautiful language in the world.

This is the kind of love that leaves a lasting impression.

The girl grasped at empty air.

I grasped at nothing.

Fujimaru Ritsuka ruthlessly blocked the delicate little hand wearing white gloves.

In that instant, the beautiful scene before my eyes vanished into the distance.

"I reject."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were not gentle, but cold.

The hall and shrine fell into a deathly silence.

It was as cold as being immersed in ice water, as cold as three shooting stars appearing in the sky at the same time, instantly extinguishing the girl's fiery passion.

"Um, Fujimaru. Are you alright...? Don't joke around, is something wrong?"

The girl trembled, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka in disbelief.

"Who would want to marry a tyrant like you?"

The boy's voice was cold and ruthless, like that of a dark, fallen god.

"Fuji...Fujimaru?!"

The boy's genuine disgust froze Nero, who was dressed in a formal suit, on the spot, his lips moving but unable to utter a word.

The girl carefully picked up the silvery-white laurel ring from the table.

"Put it on, put it on. Once you put it on, Fujimaru will be my bride... no, I can be Fujimaru's bride too."

"Even if Fujimaru speaks rudely, it doesn't matter. I allow it; I can be exceptionally lenient with you; I can forgive everything you've done... So... Fujimaru..."

When has this gorgeous young girl ever suffered such injustice?

A wave of bitterness and despair washed over me.

The girl looked down at her relatives, friends, and citizens who should have been surrounded by flowers.