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"She's amazing - the chariot she drives seems to be blessed by the gods and is invincible. If you don't pay attention, you will be crushed!"

"This……"

After hearing the unexpected news, Ian's expression became a little complicated.

A woman driving a chariot?

This doesn't sound like an easy enemy to deal with...

However, despite all kinds of concerns in his heart, Ian knew that he absolutely could not show his worries in front of the people now - that would completely destroy their will.

"It's ok."

"Whether on horseback or in a chariot, our Emperor Nero will definitely take care of her, please rest assured!"

"in addition--"

Ian took out a few gold coins from his clothes, which were his few savings.

"Here." He placed them in the refugee's hands.

"Lord Seneca, this is...not good, right?"

"It's nothing bad - your lives are a hundred times more important than gold coins, so stay away from the battlefield and be careful on the road."

"Yes!"

[After watching the refugees leave, you returned to Nero and told her the information you had obtained.]

[The latter also showed a reaction similar to yours - after all, driving a chariot blessed by the gods is quite rare. ]

[You have further realized the strength of the enemy.]

"Teacher, it seems that the usual methods can't be used." Nero frowned slightly.

"Yes."

Ian nodded.

"Although we cannot confirm whether the other party has really received the blessing of God, since there are such rumors, we have to prepare for the worst."

"Teacher, do you mean to use the magician?"

"It's not just that—"

There was a gleam of wisdom in Ian's eyes, the kind of expression he would have when facing someone who had offended Nero.

"I think we have to be a little more adventurous."

[You and Nero have come up with some kind of plan.]

[Two days later, you arrived near Verulamiam - this is the third city captured by the Britannian rebels in two weeks.]

[Here, you met the woman in the rumors. ]

The cold wind blew across the plain, causing the fire that should have been extinguished to burn again.

Nero looked forward, and then saw the rumored enemy.

She was a mature woman wearing a crown and a white battle robe, her long, soft red hair fluttering in the wind like waves.

Holding a sword and a shield, she was standing on a chariot pulled by two horses, looking serious and earnest.

She looked at Nero and said coldly:

“Finally, this day has come.”

"I, Boudica, Queen of Britannia, swear by the goddess Andrastra that I will crush you under my wheels, tyrant of Rome."

"oh--?"

Nero smiled coldly.

"Interesting idea - but whether you are qualified to do such a thing to Yu is unclear."

"Now you'll know if I'm qualified!"

Boudica raised her sword and pointed it at Nero.

"Warriors of Britannia! Follow me and fight bravely! The tyrant who oppresses us is right before us!"

“Wow wow wow!!!!!”

Boudica's order was like a stimulant that excited all her soldiers.

Driving the chariot, she led the high-spirited troops and rushed towards the Roman army like a tide.

Soon, this kind of attack was effective, and the Roman army began to retreat step by step, like sand being washed away - everything looked exactly the same as the scene when they had captured three cities in a row before.

But Boudica didn't care about these at all. In her eyes, there was only Nero, who was dressed extremely luxuriously even on the battlefield.

A chase began.

"You are nothing more than that!"

Boudica, who was driving her chariot closely behind Nero, said, "Die, you tyrant who oppresses Britannia!"

"It's really baffling."

"I'm not happy to be called a tyrant." Nero said as he turned his horse's head and took out the peculiarly shaped sword.

"Burn, Aestus estus!"

"what?!"

As soon as Nero finished speaking, a huge flaming slash rushed towards Boudica.

Fortunately, she is already a battle-hardened warrior and can react very quickly to such emergencies.

Boudica pulled the reins tight and forced her chariot to narrowly miss the flaming blow.

“It’s quite impressive.”

Nero stopped his horse and spoke as if in praise.

"But I don't like being chased."

The girl pointed the Aestus estus (Primordial Fire) in the direction of the sun.

"Come out!"

"Yu's magicians!"

In an instant, dozens of figures appeared from nearby, and then several complex patterns appeared in the sky, all aimed at Boudica.

That was the precursor to the magic of the fireball.

"Hmm~ You've fallen into my trap, Queen of Britannia."

413. Nero's Slave Game/The Defeated Queen/Temptation (4k)

【This is your complete plan.】

[Let Emperor Nero pretend to retreat and lure Boudica into the encirclement formed by magicians that had been set up in advance.]

[In this way, the basic magic you created will be able to play the greatest role. ]

[Of course, it was not easy to get Nero to agree to such a retreat that would be beneath the emperor’s dignity.]

[After making a promise to "act out a play with her after the matter is done", you successfully made the young emperor agree to your request. ]

【So——】

【Then there is the current scene. 】

"you!"

Boudica, driving a two-horse chariot, looked at the magical halos that appeared in the sky and immediately realized what was happening.

I... fell into the trap!

This is a trap set for yourself!

"Despicable Romans!" Boudica roared, "Is this the only despicable method you can use?!"

"Hmm~" Nero looked at Boudica on the chariot, his tone also quite unhappy, "Is this what they call being furious?"

"I finally saw him today."

"..."

Boudica tightened her grip on the sword in her hand, but her expression was no longer as high-spirited as before. Perhaps she realized that she had been completely defeated by Nero in terms of strategy.

However, her tone was still firm, like that of a true queen.

"Forget it. Saying even one more word to a despicable person like you would be an insult to Britannia!"

"Kill me here!"

Boudica was very decisive, and it was obvious that she had already prepared to die.

"You have guts."

Nero's expression softened a little - she more or less understood that her method of feigning surrender was not in line with her noble status as a Roman emperor, so she did not regard this battle as her real achievement.

She raised the Aestus estus, the primordial fire made of meteorite, and prepared to give the order to kill Boudica.

But at this moment, a man appeared beside Nero.

That's Ian.

The man rode his horse close to the young emperor and said softly:

"Nero, don't kill her yet—I still have some things I want to figure out."

"..."

[Although he doesn't like the Queen of Britannia who spoke rudely to him, Nero still respects your opinion very much. ]

[She took back her primordial fire (Aestus estus) and canceled her plan to destroy Boudica with fireball magic.]

[Instead, you personally tied up the defeated Boudica and took her back to Verulamia.]

A few hours later, in the city of Verulamia.

After Queen Boudica was captured, the remaining Iceni who came with her became a disorganized group.

The Roman army, which had been trained for many years, was already better than them in terms of quality, so it was not difficult for them to launch a heroic counterattack.

So it only took Nero a few hours to lead his army to counterattack into the third city occupied by the Iceni.

The people cheered and came to the streets to welcome the arrival of the Roman emperor and gave her their sincere blessings.

But what was inconsistent with the celebration in the city was that Ian not only took the initiative to avoid the crowd, but also came to the prison in the city of Verulamiam.

He came to the prison where Boudica was imprisoned and opened the door.

At this moment, the queen, who had previously led the Britannia army in resistance, had her hands and feet tied up and could only lean against the haystack, barely maintaining a sitting posture.

But even so, she still looked very embarrassed.

Seeing Ian coming, there was a hint of fear in Boudica's emerald green eyes.

"Don't come over here! Go away!"

However, Boudica's words had no effect at all. As she watched, the man still came to her side and then sat down.

The hand with the ring just stretched out.

“No, don’t do this!”

Boudica cried out in despair.

As a queen, she accepted the tragic way of dying as a warrior, but she could not accept this terrible and irresistible humiliation.

That is a complete destruction of dignity and is more painful than killing oneself.

She began to pray in her heart.

Goddess Andrast...if you can hear this call, please kill me immediately!

however--

Boudica’s call was not answered by the gods;