In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

The Roman emperor was one of the best even when it came to disguise.

Nero changed his clothes and put on a veil to cover his face. He was sure that he would never be discovered by the Roman people.

In this way...you can keep your teacher firmly in your hands!

As for the state affairs that were lost because of this, I will find a way to make up for it later. After all, my teacher’s chastity is more important!

After "arranging" everything in his mind, Nero immediately started to implement his plan of following.

[You don't know Nero's plan for possessive explosion.]

[At this moment, you just want to represent Nero's Roman Empire well and show its strength and greatness to Boudica from Britannia. ]

[Of course, before that, you still have to make some preparations. ]

[You removed the shackles that symbolized the prisoner from Boudica.]

[You brought her new clothes to replace the Britannia outfit that looked full of war spirit.]

[Tell her that you will treat her as a real guest today, not an enemy.]

[After hearing this, her expression became a little complicated, but she still temporarily agreed with this point of view.]

[Your tour begins with the god Nero following you without anyone noticing.]

Streets of Rome.

Ian walked in front and proudly introduced to Boudica the market where many vendors gathered.

"Boudica, this is our Roman market."

"We exchange all kinds of fruits, food, drinks, cloth and everything here. It is the basis for our citizens' survival."

"..."

Boudica glanced around her, then recovered with a slightly frowned brow.

"That's nothing - we have our own market in Britannia, and it looks pretty much the same as this one."

"No." Ian shook his finger. "If you just think that, you are totally wrong."

The man took out a booklet from his clothes and continued to introduce it to her.

"Boudica, I know the name of everyone here, what they sell, and where they live in Rome."

"What……?"

Boudica was a little surprised this time, and her attention quickly fell on the notebook that Ian had just taken out not long ago.

"Seneca, did you write them all down here?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "If you want to set up a stall at the market, you must register these things first. If there are any quality problems, we will immediately investigate and hold you accountable."

"In this way, disputes caused by damaged goods can be greatly reduced."

After hearing this, Boudica pondered for a moment and continued to raise the doubts in her mind.

"But if that happens, won't those sellers choose to give up this market? Isn't this too much pressure?"

"In fact, it's the opposite." Ian smiled confidently.

"It is precisely because of the accountability system here that the citizens of Rome are willing to come here to buy things, which indirectly makes the flow of people here far exceed that of other markets."

"Those who are doing legitimate business will naturally not mind guaranteeing the quality of their goods. The only ones who are eliminated are those unscrupulous merchants who want to make a profit by selling inferior products as good ones."

"In addition, on this basis, the taxes collected by Your Majesty on transactions conducted here will be further reduced."

"I think... people who make money down to earth wouldn't refuse something like this, right?"

"..."

Boudica was silent.

At this moment, she felt an extremely complete and mature set of laws - it rectified the foundation of Rome and built a trading system that perfectly met the interests of the people.

This is an atmosphere that has never been seen in Britannia before.

Even a month before the expedition, Boudica had heard of several disputes arising from market transactions.

The queen's breathing became faster. She felt as if she was touching something unprecedented and extremely superior.

"That--"

"Who proposed such a system? Seneca, was it you?" Boudica asked.

"I have no ability to promote this system. At best, I just gave some insignificant opinions." Ian answered very honestly, "It was our Majesty who really made all this a reality."

"The tyrant?"

"Please don't call her Majesty a tyrant. If she really is a tyrant, I think you, Boudica, would never be standing here right now."

"..."

Boudica couldn't deny this.

After all, this prosperous scene before us is absolutely impossible to fake in a short time.

And the fact that he could stand here was definitely inseparable from Nero's permission.

"I see."

"Then... I take back my previous comments about her and apologize for it - at least she did a good job in calming the people."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter came to Boudica's ears from somewhere.

"Hmm~ Of course my policies are impeccable~"

"..."

Boudica looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure that looked vaguely familiar, but one that she couldn't distinguish clearly.

"Boudica, what's wrong?" Ian asked, "What are you looking over there for?"

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Boudica shook her head.

"Nothing, I haven't been resting well recently, and I seem to be having some auditory hallucinations."

"Well, it seems that our reception should start earlier." Ian apologized at this time.

"……maybe."

[You did not doubt Boudica's words.]

[After all, at this moment, you only have one thing in mind: to clear Nero's name, so that Boudica's image in her mind is no longer that of a terrible tyrant.]

[In a sense, this is actually a counterattack against the future that the man called Leif told you. ]

[“Nero will never become a tyrant no matter what!”]

[You set this bottom line for yourself in your heart. ]

[Keeping this thought in mind, you continue to show Boudica the power of Rome. ]

【You brought her to the square.】

[At this moment, many performers are gathered here, presenting their unique art to the passing guests. ]

"Please play me one of your best songs."

"Yes, Mr. Seneca."

After receiving the invitation from the sage, the player picked up his tuba without hesitation and began to play - this was a rare invitation from a big shot, and he said he must seize this opportunity to become famous.

A burst of excited voices soon rang out in the square.

Soon, idle people came over one after another and began to enjoy the wonderful sound together. The atmosphere around them suddenly became a lot more lively because of this.

Ian took Boudica to the other side.

Thinking of what happened just now, he quickly changed the way he asked:

"Boudica, there should be music like this in Britannia, right?"

"Yes, there is..."

Boudica raised her head and looked at the people gathered nearby.

"It's just that our singing isn't as relaxed as yours, nor does it sound as good as yours, and we don't have... such a comfortable environment like you to appreciate it."

This wasn't Boudica trying to please Ian.

But this is the situation in Britannia.

She could never have imagined that Rome, which seemed to be fighting a tense battle with her, would be so relaxed in its imperial capital, as if it was not affected at all.

"Of course."

Ian continued with that proud tone.

"You must know that our Majesty is not a tyrant, but a man who knows what art is."

"It's like the square full of music now, Boudica, guess where it came from?"

"..."

Recalling the previous market, the Queen of Britannia soon had the answer.

"It was Nero who arranged this, right?"

"That's right." Ian smiled.

"This is a measure initiated by His Majesty. The purpose is to allow people with musical talent to have a chance to showcase themselves, rather than being drowned in work that does not belong to them."

"Just like the one just now——"

Ian looked at himself who had already been surrounded at this moment.

“He came from a poor family, but his talent for music was like that of a giant.”

“If you force him to work, you will only get some worthless defective products; but if you let him compose music, he can make every chapter extremely moving.”

"Boudica, this is your Majesty's Rome - it will never disappoint any talented person."

"..."

Listening to the song that came into her ears and looking at the performer who was surrounded by the crowd with a happy look on his face, Boudica felt as if something deep in her heart was deeply touched.

She began to think about why she rebelled in the first place.

correct.

Is it to allow the people of Britannia to live a life free from tyranny?

It was a terrible life when you had to pay taxes no matter what you did and had to spend most of the land's output to feed the Roman army.

That's not a life for human beings.

but--

Now it has been confirmed that it was a misunderstanding, right?

In fact, the young Roman emperor never intended to harm the people of Britannia from beginning to end. All the disasters originated from her vicious mother.

So--

There is no need for me to pursue so-called independence anymore, right?

Isn't the good life that I am pursuing, belonging to the people of Britannia, right in front of me now?

Great...finally no more fighting.

It's time to rest.

Just as Boudica was thinking this, the voice just now came to her ears again.

Only this time, his tone was full of pride.

"Humph, you big-breasted girl, do you know how powerful Yu's Rome is?"

"Umm, surrender now and stop clinging to my husband!"

"Ok?"

Boudica looked around but found nothing - this time, the other party seemed to have hidden better than last time.

"Boudica, what happened to you?"