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

Inside the cathedral.

Nero, dressed as an emperor, grabbed the priest by the collar and then stared at the pale-haired old man with an extremely fierce look.

"You selfish old worm, why don't you tell your Lord what I said?!"

"Your Majesty, I have never done such a thing!" the priest said nervously, "I have reported all of Your Majesty's needs to the Lord in the most sincere tone."

“Then why didn’t He help?!” Nero roared, “Even after doing so much, Yu’s teacher still died!”

"Your Majesty, please take care of your health and don't be so excited." The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried his best to explain to Nero.

"The Lord once said: 'If you don't know death, how can you know life?'"

"I think the reason why He didn't take action is probably because He felt that He shouldn't interfere with Master Seneca's experience of death."

"what are you saying!"

Nero grabbed the priest's neck. She was so furious that she looked like a lion.

"Teacher Yu doesn't need to learn anything about death. Tell your Lord right away and ask Him to bring Teacher Yu back."

"Seven days... within three days, I want to see the teacher."

"otherwise--"

Nero's tone became more fierce than ever before.

That was an expression he would never have had while Ian was still by his side.

"I will not give you the chance to appear in front of me!"

【This is an order from the Roman Emperor.】

【Under this very direct threat of death, all Christians dare not take it lightly. 】

[In the three days given by Nero, they began to pray frantically, constantly conveying the Roman emperor's wish to the omniscient and omnipotent God to bring you back.]

[It was a scene comparable to a thousand people worshipping. If passers-by who didn't understand the reason saw this scene, they would probably feel an inexplicable sense of sacredness.]

【However--】

[Just as the Lord did not respond to the priest’s prayers, this time, the Lord also did not lend a helping hand to the believers in Rome.]

[Nero, who was already extremely angry, would naturally show no mercy in the face of such a situation.]

[“It seems that the Lord you believe in is useless—then you must be useless too, right?”]

[“My Rome never keeps idle people.”]

[With only such a flimsy excuse, Nero immediately began to deal with the Christians in the imperial capital. ]

[Holding the meteorite bellows "Original Fire (Aestus estus)", she pointed the weapon toward the sky and then indulged in the massacre of these people. ]

[For a time, almost all Christians in Rome were wiped out.]

[Falsely accusing someone of being a Christian became the most horrific way of harming someone at the time.]

【but--】

【Killing does not solve the problem itself.】

[After the blood of Christians dyed the sewers of Rome red, the emperor still had to face the same problem in front of the hill of bones.]

[That means the teacher still hasn't come back to me. ]

"Why? Why exactly?"

Nero breathed in the bloody air and questioned the Roman sky over and over again.

"Am I not the Emperor of Rome? Everything on this land should belong to me! But why can't I let the teacher come back to me?"

"correct!"

"Is it that the Rome I rule is not strong enough?! It must be like this, right?"

"Yes, that must be the case!"

"Teacher, I have an agreement with you - if I can make Rome stronger, you must return to my side!"

[The endless longing has become Nero's obsession. 】

[She suffered from extremely severe headaches and often woke up in the middle of the night, crying loudly and then staying awake until dawn.]

[This headache seriously affected her thinking. ]

[Some things that were impossible to do on a normal day gradually began to become reasonable in her eyes.]

"Teacher, you said what you like most..."

Walking in the room where Ian had lived before, Nero talked to himself as if he could see himself next to him.

"I remember now - it's Yu, right?"

"The teacher is really obscene. She actually gets horny for her own student. Her thing must have been hard for a long time, right?"

"but--"

Nero lay on Ian's bed and undressed himself piece by piece, until only his body as white as jade was exposed to the air.

"Because I'm a teacher, there's no problem."

After saying this, Nero closed his eyes, and his well-maintained hands now made some corresponding movements that were definitely not suitable for an emperor.

There is no mirror in Ian's room.

after all--

If Nero saw himself masturbating in the mirror, he would probably smash the mirror to pieces on the spot.

She didn't need anyone to remind her that her teacher was long gone.

Even if that person is yourself, there is no exception.

[This form of self-comfort did not relieve Nero's headache, but instead made it completely become a normal state. ]

[Gradually, Nero in this state began to rule from a completely different perspective than before. ]

[Once a policy is divorced from the people, it will eventually become a castle in the air. ]

[Nero tore down the original palace and built a theater called the Golden Palace on its site.]

[Every day, she sings the love songs written for you here.]

[She seems to think that if you sing enough, you will open the door of the theater one day and appear in front of her.]

Inside the Golden Theater.

Nero was singing loudly, completely unaware that his voice was seriously out of tune due to a headache. His almost cruel voice swept through the theater, disturbing even the falling roses.

"Listen to my singing! That's my love song for my husband!"

Nero slowly opened his eyes in trance, and saw a packed theater and citizens clapping their hands.

It was not because her singing was so beautiful, on the contrary, no one could listen to what Nero was singing - because they would feel dizzy after listening for a while.

But no one left because of this.

Or should I say...

There's no way to leave.

Nero had already closed all the doors and had soldiers guarding outside.

If anyone dared to leave before he finished singing those love songs, he would be beheaded immediately.

The so-called Golden Theater had actually turned into a golden execution ground in an instant.

[These actions one after another destroyed the wise image that Nero had spent several years building.]

[The Roman emperor gradually became a tyrant who could be killed by everyone in the mouths of the citizens. ]

【But Nero didn't mind at all. 】

[Or maybe, these are not what she cares about. ]

[“How can we get the teacher to come back?”]

【From beginning to end, there was only this one question in the girl's mind. 】

[But it is not easy to do this, at least it is impossible to achieve it with the power she holds. ]

【She fell into deep pain because of this. 】

【Fate, it seems, always wants to torture those who are deeply trapped in it. 】

[One afternoon, Nero saw a pillar that twisted reality into the sky - that was the light emitted by the existence called the "Holy Grail".]

"Want to get him back?"

"Want to meet him?"

"You want him to stay by your side forever?"

"Come—come—only come—and all will be as you wish."

What a strange sound...but it is exactly what I want.

Climb and reach the top.

Nero saw a golden cup on the highest of the seven hills.

"Are you calling Yu?"

"Yu...if I can touch you, I can make that wish come true, right?"

No response.

But Nero gave himself an answer that could answer everything - it can, it absolutely can!

She walked forward step by step, tears streaming down her face.

"Teacher, I will definitely find you back."

"Until then, as long as I live, the flames of Rome will never be extinguished."

Saying this, the girl stretched out her hand toward the dazzling beam of light.

The next moment, the flames engulfed Nero like a blooming rose.

A beast-like roar echoed in the sky above her head.

With a loud bang——!

The terrible fire rose to the sky, and then fell like a meteor, hitting the streets of Rome, big and small, burning everything it touched.

The citizens' cries of pain resounded through the sky, welcoming the perpetuation of a crazy empire in the most thorough way.

But in this horrific scene, there was a man wearing a tall hat who was safe and sound.

"It's really troublesome... It takes so long to create a tyrant."

"But it's not unacceptable."

"At least... I didn't lie to that guy called Seneca."

[The story is not over yet]

[The girl holding the rose is still waiting for your return. ]

[——Simulation ends——]

[The results you have achieved have been written into pan-human history, and some of your abilities have been incorporated into your body.]

【Thank you for your contribution! 】

Ian Pendragon (Assassin)

[Name]: Seneca (Ian Pendragon)

[Occupation]: Assassin

[Attributes]: Chaos, Kindness, Human

[Strength]: B

Durability: E