Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The will to fight to the ends of the earth alone is what it should be...

however--

He recalled those deserters whose loyalty he initially did not believe, and even doubted;

Those figures I once didn't care about.

Ye remained silent for a long time: ………………

After the grand welcome party ended and the two left, they finally found themselves alone for a while.

Tiberius suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about right now, Night..."

Night: "I'm thinking—"

"Bring my soldiers... back to life."

As the calm words fell that night, Tiberius's body trembled slightly, and the smile that had appeared on his face after seeing his family again at the celebration froze for a moment.

Imagine hearing such heavy words.

How could he possibly laugh at this moment?

Chapter Eighty: Hero? When you're begging in the streets, honor is worthless.

After returning to Rome...

Tiberius and Night parted ways temporarily, and Tiberius returned to his family. Afterward, he went to the Senate and began to get busy.

Night—because of his brilliant performance on the battlefield, also received offers of favors from many old Roman nobles and powers.

There were countless families who wanted to form a marriage alliance with it and tie it to a warship.

They promised that if Ye could become their family, they would arrange the best promotion path for him.

Soon he will become a member of the nobility and join the Senate...

They even used the title of "the last hero of Rome" to create some momentum, and even though Ye was not yet 30 years old as required by Roman law, they were still confident that they could make an exception and help Ye enter politics ahead of schedule.

Starting with the tribunes of the plebs, future governorships and Roman consuls will no longer be a distant dream.

Night rejected all of this; he had absolutely no interest in such things now…

Until a week after returning to Rome.

Night: "Is everything ready?"

Tiberius: "Yes, I have applied for and personally distributed the post-war pensions for all the families from the Senate."

"We've retrieved the Karl family name, so I'll trouble you to go there personally and return the remaining items, along with their family name, to the child..."

Night: "Hmm. Leave it to me, but aren't you going?"

You don't hate Karl anymore, do you?

Tiberius: "Of course I no longer hate him... Rather, I feel extremely guilty towards him."

For everyone too...

If it weren't for bringing me along, at your speed, you would have already swum to shore and returned to Rome.

but--"

Night: "But...?"

Tiberius: "I have more important things to do."

Go and let more soldiers like Karl and his men get what is rightfully theirs.

Perhaps I'm running away.

I have no face to see that man's child..."

Night nodded, not forcing Tiberius, but instead tied up the two swords that Tiberius had sent men to search for on the battlefield and carried on his back.

He knew what Tiberius was going to do next.

That was Ye's original goal; he would help the other party. But now—

Ye left alone in the end, following the address Karl had left behind, as he still had something to convey on Karl's behalf.

The location was found at the address that night.

--"Who are you?"

A boy who had opened the gate looked at the night with suspicion.

Although he may not be known to everyone in Rome, the title "The Last Hero of Rome" is now widely recognized.

Clearly, the boy was one of the rare exceptions; he hadn't been there on the day of the triumph and didn't know of the night's existence.

Ye didn't care about that; he looked at the boy.

Although dressed in servant's clothes, he still looked well-dressed and wealthy, with the same skin and hair color as Karl, almost identical in appearance.

"Your son, Karl?"

"...Who are you?! I don't know the name you're talking about."

A flicker of surprise, panic, and disgust crossed the boy's eyes.

Seeing his repulsive look, Ye didn't say anything, but simply put down the sword tied to his back and handed it to the boy.

"What are those?"

"They are your father's swords."

The boy knew that his father handing over the sword to him meant that his father was no longer alive.

Even so, just as he initially felt disgust rather than joy upon hearing his father's name, he rejected everything related to his father.

Even though Karl is dead—

"Get out of here! I don't need that kind of thing. I don't care what that old man said to you; that's his business, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Aren't you going to accept them? They are relics left to you by your father, and symbols of honor..." Ye said slowly.

One of these two swords was found on the battlefield, and the other was in the Roman treasury. One was rusty, while the other was the ancestral sword of the Karl family.

The meaning behind them is that Karl fought and reclaimed the glory of his ancestors with his own blood and sweat, and it was also the thing that man valued and cared about most during his life.

Accepting the two swords signifies that the boy will take on his father's responsibilities and glorious medals, while also restoring the family's name and rising to become a new nobleman.

Night didn't tell the other person any of this...—all because of a single glance from the boy just now.

But he is Carl's child, and Ye is willing to give him a chance.

If one chooses to inherit their father's estate, then all the fame, fortune, and wealth that come with it are what they deserve.

But if he truly despises something, he might even reject his deceased father's last prayer.

"I don't care about honor or glory, let's throw them away."

"Or—you can keep that junk if you like it," the boy said dismissively, his eyes filled with mockery.

It seems absurd and ridiculously foolish to think that someone would treasure such a weapon.

"He is a hero. Don't you want to inherit the honor of being the son of a hero?"

"A hero? A hero who can't even protect his family's name, who fought for more than ten years but didn't send a single penny home?"

Shut up!! He's a complete waste. Because of him, do you know what kind of life I'm living in Rome?

I had to go out on the streets to beg and search for food in garbage cans.

If someone freezes to death, I will take off their clothes so that I can survive the winter.

Where does glory come from in a life like this?

Son of a hero? Honor? Pride?

All of this is meaningless.

I hate him, I hate everything about the family. He abandoned me and went to war for that surname.

Even when he finally returned, it wasn't him in person, but rather two broken swords that replaced him.

"I will never follow in his footsteps again." Halfway through his sentence, the boy's eyes reddened and welled up with tears.

"If I said he succeeded..."

"We've already reclaimed your clan's surname." After listening to the boy's story, Ye fell silent for a while before continuing.

There was no joy in the boy's eyes. He was not proud of his father's efforts, because it was precisely those efforts that had led him to a hellish life in the past.

But in reality, he was well aware of the helplessness that his father could not return under the conditions of Roman conscription, no matter how hard he tried. Understanding was one thing, accepting it was another.

The boy was completely bewildered at that moment, and finally he said coldly, "It doesn't matter anymore..."

I'm living a good life now, and I don't need to inherit any new surname.

Night: "...I understand. It's your freedom not to inherit that name."

Even so, you can't truly sever ties with Carl.

In the future, someone will distribute all the compensation for Karl's wartime achievements to you.

It is your freedom to choose whether or not to accept it.

If you don't like it, you can simply throw those gold coins away as trash.

No matter what, the other party is Karl's son, his only concern.

Even though he utterly resented his father, Karl's last wish was for his father to be happy.

So, whether he wanted to or not, Ye had to hand the bloodstained gold coin to the boy.

The night suddenly calmed down, and he slowly closed his eyes... Thinking back, what were Karl's last words to them?

Chapter 81 Overcoming the Storm and the Lonely Man

"Please convey to my son the last words of an incompetent father—"

'Son, the name Lista is a name that our family has passed down only to the eldest son through generations; it is the symbol of our family.'

'My son, although our family has fallen from the blessings of the times, I still die as a warrior, and I have no regrets.'

If Gracchus has not deceived me, the family name and our honor will be restored in this generation.