CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

Yes, a favored courtier.

Although Quinn's identity as the Roman patriarch was no secret in Rome, in a remote province like Judea, the Jews only knew that the Roman gods had reappeared.

Perhaps they had acquaintances in the Roman court who could reveal the emperor's preferences, but that didn't mean that those who were audacious enough to betray the emperor's information would dare to reveal Quinn's information as well. Therefore, in the eyes of these governors in remote provinces, Quinn was a handsome confidant who had won the emperor's favor.

In a sense, this is a good thing, as it greatly facilitates Quinn's actions without causing him to do anything that might affect the development of Pan-Human History.

However, in certain special circumstances, it can also bring some negative effects.

For example, right now...

"I understand. I'll be back before sunset."

Quinn's casual remark caused the provincial governor to show a slightly embarrassed expression. Then, the governor spoke, saying something that made Quinn's heart stop.

"Well... you probably need to go back as soon as possible. After all, Her Majesty went to take a bath as soon as she got back to the manor, and she also instructed the servants to tell you to go directly to her room when she sees you. It seems that she wants to discuss some very private matters with you... You've been delaying for too long, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

These hesitant words were like a death warrant, and Quinn froze on the spot, clearly feeling the gaze coming from behind him.

That belongs to Jupiter.

The God-King, whose form cannot be seen by mortals, is now staring intently at her Creator. Her mere silence is enough to make one's legs go weak.

Quinn wanted to turn around and explain immediately, but faced with the provincial governor who had no idea what had happened and only thought he was a lucky favorite, he could only endure the gazes behind him and say, "...I understand, I'll go back now."

Upon hearing this, the provincial governor's troubled expression eased, and he immediately delivered a decisive blow.

"I'll prepare the horses for you right away. By the way, would you like some mysterious Eastern potions? Perhaps they can help you gain more favor with His Majesty the Emperor."

You've made your decision.

When Nero prepares to purge the province of Judea, you should put this person's name at the top of the purge list.

Chapter 301 Accept it, this is the fate of CK players

I will spy on you forever.

This sentence perfectly describes Jupiter's behavior. On the way back to Nero's side, Quinn endured the doll's gaze. Because the provincial governor was with him, he couldn't find a chance to explain to his good doll and could only passively accept this gaze, which had no real harm but was full of mental pressure.

Fortunately, both the Holy Sepulchre and the manor where the emperor was staying were within the territory of Jerusalem, and the two places were not far apart. Before long, Quinn was able to see the manor gate. After the provincial governor left, Quinn quickly explained Nero's situation to him.

only……

"And what about Atalanta?"

Jupiter shut Quinn up with just one sentence. After all, Quinn had an excellent reputation in this area, and Quinn himself was well aware of it.

Sometimes, Quinn himself might not have any interest or interest, but he can't help it when someone has designs on him.

This has been proven many times, and there is even a victor who has already won.

Fortunately, Jupiter was only spying on him. Clearly, the doll, like a certain servant, was not most afraid of the scandals that always surrounded Quinn and the gathering of a group of women who had designs on him. What she feared was that one day Quinn would actually become a saint.

Therefore, Jupiter didn't say much, but simply followed Quinn around, wanting to see how his creator would interact with this mortal who had appeared out of nowhere.

Having nothing to say, Quinn could only try to prove his innocence through his actions.

So he headed straight for the bathhouse in the manor.

Although it's called a bathhouse, it was originally a place where the Jews stayed specifically for the emperor. The bathhouse in the manor is actually a rare natural hot spring. When you step into it, you'll realize that you've inadvertently fallen into a trap.

The rising steam from the hot spring is like a semi-transparent veil, partially obscuring the pool water and fallen rose petals in this humid and sticky environment. Jade stones from the East piled outside the pool are steamed by the heat, forming a natural sauna. The air is filled with the fragrance of essential oils mixed with the smell of sulfur, which enters your nostrils like invisible tentacles, soothing your body and waking you from physical fatigue.

The overly comfortable environment makes you instinctively relax, until you see Nero's figure, and your nerves tense up again.

In Rome, it was common for the emperor to bathe with his favorite courtiers; it was even considered an officially recognized way to win them over. Normally, you wouldn't mind bathing with Nero, nor would you be afraid of Jupiter or anyone else finding out, provided Nero was properly wrapped in a towel.

At this moment, Nero appears before you, half-submerged in the water, his golden hair clinging wetly to his neck, water dripping from the ends and sliding down his collarbone into the barely visible cleavage of his chest.

[This scene made the gaze behind you grow heavier, and it changed from one stare to two. Both the puppet and the servant were now somewhat unhappy, but the thoughts of a god who would not be seen if he did not want to be seen, and a servant who had entered a spiritual state, obviously did not affect the Roman emperor who could not see them at all.]

[Upon hearing your footsteps, Nero looked up, a slight smile immediately curving her lips. Her eyelashes, glistening with tiny water droplets, trembled gently, creating a shimmering effect resembling heavy eyeliner.]

"God Ancestor—" she drawled, like a cat stretching, her voice so soft it was almost sweet, "I've been waiting for so long!"

Quinn paused, his gaze sweeping over the snow-white shoulders and arms floating on the water, the neck that looked as if a light touch would leave a finger mark, and finally settling on the flushed cheeks, which were not a natural rush of blood after soaking in the hot spring, but rather the result of drinking too much alcohol.

As for why Quinn could see it... if he weren't blind, he wouldn't have been able to ignore the scattered empty wine bottles on the shore behind Nero.

Oh no, this guy's drunk. You're reciting poems about plum blossoms, I'm reciting poems about emptiness, and you're not even here yet...

Quinn started to get nervous.

As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid. Some people, after drinking, lose their sense of right and wrong, and can't distinguish what they can and can't say. This is the norm for drunkards. Nero clearly belongs to this category. However, compared to those restless social idlers who cause trouble after drinking, Nero has a basic guarantee of good character.

This protection prevents Nero from going insane like a madwoman and allows her to maintain basic behavioral logic. However, in return, certain things that Nero considers insignificant will be completely forgotten by her, such as...

"Come take a bath with me!"

The attitude towards Quinn.

Those who can become emperors are always good at judging people. Naturally, Nero had long seen through Quinn's lack of airs as a god-ancestor. Normally, when Nero was rational and sane, he would occasionally show Quinn the intention of "brother, you smell good," let alone now.

The young emperor made no attempt to conceal her thoughts, slapping the water and shouting loudly. If nothing unexpected happened, the Jewish leaders in Jerusalem would probably know the next day that Nero had an ambiguous relationship with one of his envoys.

Quinn didn't care how the Jewish high command would react to this news. All he knew was that he was feeling a chill down his spine. If he didn't stop Nero now, he probably wouldn't survive the night. So, he immediately grabbed a towel from the bathhouse and went over to drape it over Nero, intending to decline his invitation.

However, just as he knelt down by the water's edge, preparing to cover Nero's body, Nero suddenly leaped up from the water, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down.

"Plop" sound.

Caught off guard, Quinn was suddenly pulled into the hot spring by a tremendous force, his whole body soaked, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Nero's strength was outrageous, exceeding the limits of what a normal human should possess, and even comparable to a humanoid dragon like Artoria. This illogical situation made Quinn momentarily forget his current predicament. Perhaps because Quinn didn't react much, Nero's courage grew even stronger.

She kept chuckling to herself, her hands and feet were not clean either, her fingertips traced upwards along Quinn's collarbone, the edge of her nails scraping against his skin, leaving a fleeting pale red mark.

Finally, he stopped at Quinn's carotid artery and pressed gently. The rapid throbbing under his fingertips, like a trapped bird, beat against Nero's palm, exciting him greatly. Red marks appeared on his originally fair skin.

The Sixth Beast is Growing Up

Now Quinn knew where Nero's superhuman strength came from.

Quinn's face instantly turned ugly, but the already drunk emperor didn't notice and continued to speak.

“I’m a little lost.” As he spoke, Nero’s breath brushed against Quinn’s earlobe, his lips almost touching the cartilage, his chin resting on Quinn’s shoulder, his damp hair clinging to the side of his neck like a cool little snake. That subtle whisper, along with the fragrance, seeped into Quinn’s mind. “The situation in Jerusalem is different from the future I see. Those Jews don’t seem to have any intention of rebellion yet…”

The girl's bewildered tone, as if she had lost her way, made Quinn's heart pound. It wasn't because of the girl's sudden display of affection and pitiful fragility, but because he had already seen Jupiter's ashen face on the shore of the hot spring, as if he had seen some kind of cloven-hoofed creature.

That's it, I'm doomed.

Chapter 302 Stay Away

Sister, you'll get used to it.

Mordred wanted to pat Jupiter on the shoulder and say those words to mock him as a clown, but she couldn't bring herself to say them because she felt like a clown herself.

She's an idiot to believe that mixed bathing was normal in Roman times. Who would actually stick to someone while taking a bath? Is the next step to riding on top of them?

Mordred was frantically seeking Europa II's opinion in her mind, hoping her other self could provide a solution that would both stop Nero's inappropriate behavior under the guise of drunkenness and avoid revealing her own thoughts and desires to Quinn. But even Europa II couldn't offer a good solution to her awkward situation. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

After all, Europa II had never been in a romantic relationship, and in her opinion, Mordred now had only two choices.

Either follow in the footsteps of her mother Morgan and simply expose herself, revealing her true feelings and venting her possessiveness, or be like Guinevere, accepting reality and stripping naked to join in the hot springs, emphasizing that fame doesn't matter, as long as she gets to eat, she's got a bonus, and might even gain an extra layer of pleasure from the sense of transgression.

But clearly, Mordred could not accept this situation, so Europa II could only remain silent.

As for Jupiter, her murderous intent was only shown to Quinn, and the fact that she hasn't shown herself yet speaks volumes.

Nero's actions were still within the acceptable range in Jupiter's eyes, or rather, the god-king wanted to see Quinn's reaction.

At this moment, Quinn was at a loss for words. Nero's behavior on top of him was far too ambiguous. The sensation from the hot spring could not be blocked even through the wet clothes. The warm breath near his ear carried the scent of a young girl's alcohol, mixed with the sweetness of grapes and the spiciness of incense. To be honest, it would be impossible for any normal man not to be moved by such a situation.

However, being watched by Jupiter and Mordred, Quinn was incapable of doing anything beyond friendship, especially since Nero's words had just made him particularly concerned.

[In your seal, Nero has always been a rather confident young woman, especially at this point in time. Without any worries, she should believe that there is nothing she cannot do. But now, she appears unusually confused and helpless, which is clearly not her style.]

"You hesitated?"

"...I'm a bit at a loss. I can see the future and know that these Jews will inevitably rebel in the future, but for now, they are still obedient, only hoping that the empire will lower taxes and give them more autonomy..."

Nero spoke softly, as if she were a girl who had encountered some difficult situation and was at a loss. However, as she spoke, her hands were not idle. Instead, they were stroking Quinn's chest from top to bottom. With each place her fingertips touched, Quinn's muscles would instinctively tense up.

What are you confused about?

Quinn had some questions he wanted to ask.

Because Nero's fingernails had stopped at two small points on his chest, in a manner that was both hesitant and deliberate, lightly brushing over them with only the softest fingertips. In modern times, Quinn would at least accuse Nero of sexual harassment, but this was Rome, and the person who had sexually harassed him was the highest authority here. The outcome of a complaint here would most likely be...

Okay, Nero must have died suddenly.

"So, you're planning to give up on dealing with these Jews?" Quinn raised his hand and slapped Nero's hand away. He didn't know if Jupiter would explode if Nero continued to harass him like this, but he was sure he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. "If that's your decision, I can understand. After all, not everyone can decide their current actions and policies based on future events."

"No... I only need your advice. I want a solution that can solve the problem without violating my conscience. I can't bear to take action against the entire Jewish province just because of the problems of a few Jews. I have traveled all over Jerusalem and seen the way of life of most Jews in the city. Perhaps the sacrifice of that Christian messiah did have some effect. At least, many civilians are trying to coexist with people of other faiths... but..."

Nero, whose hand had been slapped away, revealed her purpose. She still firmly believed in the future she saw, but she could also distinguish between the present and the future.

When Nero said these words, Jupiter's face, which had been ashen, softened considerably. She began to seriously examine the young female emperor, her eyes showing a hint of appreciation.

Nero requests your help.

You felt a little relieved. Nero proved her worth. The influence and seduction of the Sixth Beast on her was negligible. She was still able to maintain her humanity and her normal thinking, instead of being blinded by an illusory fate. This made her current distress seem particularly appealing to you. You just like to play the role of a mentor and help lost girls solve their problems.

So, you provided Nero with a solution—entrapment and proving his innocence.

"I see... So, we're having these Jews testify to prove how loyal and reliable they are?"

Nero blinked. Although her alcohol-induced brain was somewhat sluggish, it could still maintain normal thinking and judgment, so she could naturally understand the principles of entrapment and proving innocence that Quinn was talking about.

These two enforcement methods, which would be clearly incompatible with the judicial system in later generations and would be criticized, were undoubtedly extremely efficient solutions in this era. As the Roman Emperor Nero, she was an absolute ruler who could make judgments without considering the feelings of the parties involved. In the legal system of the Roman Empire, she had the power to bypass the conventional judicial system and make direct judgments. The power of life and death of the people was in her hands, which was only natural...

Nero did not need to prove her right or wrong to the people; rather, the people had to prove their right or wrong to her.

Realizing that her biggest problem had been solved, Nero finally smiled. She immediately pounced on Quinn from the water, and before Quinn could react, she straddled him, her lips touching his earlobe. She then tried to touch his lips, but just as she was about to kiss Quinn, Jupiter finally couldn't resist.

"You mortal, don't get so close, take your hands away!"

In an instant, Jupiter appeared in the hot spring, grabbed Nero by the head, and his fingers were bulging with veins.

Chapter 303 Conflict and Struggle

The pressure from her head instantly sobered Nero's alcohol-induced brain. She looked at Jupiter in shock, her eyes reflecting the figure of the god-king. She couldn't understand how Jupiter had gotten here.