I really didn't want to burn it.

"What do you think could make Agravan so angry, especially since it's related to Merlin?"

Lancelot added, "It certainly won't be something that affects the whole of Britain, otherwise he would just kill Merlin."

Xiao Mo slammed his hand on the table, "That's easy, it must be with..."

Guinevere had been really looking forward to Mo's answer, but she found that Mo just opened her mouth and didn't say anything.

What intrigued her even more was that the other Knights of the Round Table present also showed similar expressions of sudden realization.

Do you think that might be the answer?

"The probability is very high..."

"Who is it?"

Guinevere pouted and asked, feeling awful at being excluded.

Mordred downed her cup of black tea in one gulp, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Interesting. Looks like I'll have to check this out. Mama Guinevere, would you like to come along?"

"Hey?"

Guinevere still looked completely bewildered.

.........

Twenty minutes later, Agravan finally released the dying Merlin.

However, he discovered that everyone who was originally in the courtyard was gone, leaving only a bewildered Gareth standing there.

Where did they all go?

Realizing something was wrong, Agravan quickly checked with Gareth to find out where the others were.

“Brother Agguiwen…”

Gareth handed over a piece of paper with a look of despair.

Agravan immediately recognized Mordred's handwriting and quickly snatched the note from Gareth's hand to read it.

[My dear Agguvinisan: You stay in the country and handle official business; don't go out. Your little sister will go to Rome and bring over Leon to work with you!]

Bah!

Agguiwen angrily tore the note to shreds.

"Mordred, how dare you take advantage of your brother?! I...you...believe me or not, I'll get Leon to deal with you..."

Agravan looked at the trembling Gareth, but still didn't utter the exact words.

Finally, Agguixue recited Li Ang's words and cursed fiercely.

"You son of a bitch!" (in Chinese)

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P.S.: If we were to rank people by their social hierarchy, the ancient Greeks would look down on the Romans, the Romans would look down on the British, and the British would look down on the Germanic barbarians. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

However, both Nero and Artoria in Type-Moon are Germanic-looking with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Historically speaking, the Romans should have had black curly hair, while the British should have had red hair.

Conversely, Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty who is explicitly described as having blonde hair in mythology, is depicted as having red hair. →_→

Chapter 83 Nero: What is your relationship with Leon?

Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, this woman with bright golden hair and a voluptuous figure, is the current Roman emperor, the most powerful person in the country.

That being said, because of the Senate, our Emperor Nero's power was subject to many constraints compared to the emperors of the distant Celestial Empire.

For Nero, her ultimate goal was to eliminate the Senate and truly become the supreme emperor.

However, Nero preferred to focus her energy on her hobbies—art and sports—rather than the struggle for power.

Christianity had begun to spread during Nero's Roman era, but it could only be considered a marginal, third-rate religion.

Modern Rome still worships the Greek gods, but the names and powers of the gods have changed over the long course of history compared to ancient Greece.

Nero was one of the few emperors who preferred the original Greek gods to the Roman versions, and although she also used the gods' Roman names, this did not prevent Her Majesty Nero from worshipping the Greek gods.

To this end, she often creates sculptures, paintings, poems, plays and other works to praise these gods, and even personally participates in opera performances.

Besides art, Nero's other hobby was sports.

During every Olympic Games, she would personally compete against other athletes and win championships more than once.

The showy Nero placed these laurel wreaths, symbols of victory, in her palace, complete with custom-made pedestals, to flaunt her triumphs to every visiting minister.

Aside from art and sports, Nero's other hobby was taking baths, but this was a rather private matter, and most people didn't know the specifics.

Nero was significantly different from her mother, Agrippina the Younger, who was a cunning, scheming, and power-hungry woman.

Although Nero liked to show off, she acted with integrity and treated all Roman citizens fairly and justly.

Nero would even sneak out of the palace to personally interact with commoners, understand their living conditions, and learn about the impact of his policies on them.

Many Romans swore that they had indeed communicated with His Majesty the Emperor, and that the Emperor had even helped them resolve their family difficulties.

This made Nero extremely popular among the common people despite his young age, and he left behind many legends.

Nero loved the feeling of being admired by thousands. In her opinion, it was better to do two things to help the people than to argue about meaningless things in court.

Therefore, Nero showed impatience not long after the morning court session began.

Because the matters discussed in the imperial court are extremely boring, mostly trivial things, and truly important matters are never discussed in such a public setting.

This court ceremony system, which was once designed by Nero's teacher Leon Farth, had degenerated into a mere formality and a fashion show in just a few years.

"If the teacher saw this, they would probably be angry."

Nero, sitting on his throne, yawned as he thought to himself.

She glanced at the azure sky through the ceiling of the hall.

Today in Rome, the weather is sunny and breezy.

The bright sunshine made His Majesty Nero feel more and more that he was wasting his time sitting there.

So after a minister finished speaking about building a special vacation palace for the senators in Naples, His Majesty Nero finally spoke.

"Besides this boring stuff, is there anything else important? If not, let's call it a day."

Nero's impatient tone displeased everyone present, and many of the elderly frowned.

"Your Majesty, this is no trivial matter..."

Nero scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, isn't it boring to provide benefits for you lazy bums?"

One minister said, "Your Majesty, the court etiquette was established by your teacher, Elder Falter."

It would have been better if Li Ang hadn't been mentioned; as soon as Li Ang was stopped, Nero's smile vanished instantly.

"You still have the nerve to mention our teacher? He established the court etiquette to discuss important matters closely related to the Roman Empire, not to have you openly engage in corruption!"

Nero didn't care about the feelings of the ministers present at all, and she rebuked them without any politeness.

"The teacher said that the biggest difference between believers and those who use faith to create pretexts is whether they kneel down to worship or jump up and down to accuse it of heresy when the object of their faith actually appears in front of them."

At this point, Nero laughed.

"If the teacher returns, do you have the courage to stand before him and discuss building a seaside villa under the guise of court ceremonies?"

An awkward silence fell over the hall.

Seeing that no one objected, Nero said with a victorious smile, "Since no one has any objections, let's call it a day."

Unfortunately, the heavens have no intention of granting Nero a holiday today.

Just as she unfastened the cloak that symbolized imperial power and was about to leave, a soldier rushed into the hall.

"Your Majesty, the British envoy has arrived."

"Ok?"

Nero had a "what's it to me?" look on his face.

"She said she wanted to have an audience now."

The soldier said, forcing himself to speak.

"Tch, why would I want to see her?"

"Your Majesty, it would be best to meet him."

The maid behind Nero whispered a suggestion, “Your Majesty, have you forgotten the real purpose of your sending someone to Britain? That envoy might have the information you want.”

“Hmm, you have a point, but…” Nero glanced at the people in the hall. Then he said dismissively, “How about this, I will receive that envoy in the inner palace.”

"His Majesty?!"

The ministers and generals present were stunned; they had no idea what Nero was up to.

Nero, however, disdained to explain herself to these good-for-nothings and simply walked away with a flick of her cloak.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Some people shouted at Nero's retreating figure, but Nero ignored them.

Nero's idea was simple: these guys absolutely must not know about Leon's information.

Just like she said, these nobles especially like to use Li Ang as a pretext, but if they really have news about Li Ang, they will definitely find a way to assassinate him and shut him up forever.

Leon did an outstanding job in Rome, but his exceptional performance also led to resentment from many.

"Invite that British envoy over here."

Upon returning to the palace, Nero issued orders to his attendants.

She sat in the chair, propping her head up with one hand and crossing her legs, waiting for the arrival of the British envoy.

Soon, Artoria entered the room.

Nero's eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the blonde, blue-eyed woman.

She saw a reflection of herself in this British envoy; more accurately, he resembled her as a grown-up version of herself.

Artoria shared the same thought; the emperor sitting high on the throne looked remarkably like her in her youth.

Of course, Artoria's body hadn't developed yet at that time, and her figure wasn't as voluptuous.

But for some reason, this thought made Artoria feel depressed.

Although Artoria was indeed surprised, she merely bowed slightly when she approached the throne.

"Your Majesty the Roman Emperor, I am Morgan, mother of Mordred, King of Britain."

Nero patted her chest, and as her breasts swayed, she introduced herself: "I am Nero Claudius, Emperor of Rome."

Artoria's eye twitched slightly; she felt the other person's behavior was a provocation. A provocation of the version of herself who had always feared being forever flat-chested.

No problem, I'm older than her now, I'm older than her now, I'm older than her now...

After repeating those words countless times in her mind, Artoria was finally able to give a gentle smile.

"Your Majesty, hello."

"Um……"

The Queen casually tapped the armrest of her throne: "You're from Britain?"

"Yes."

Artoria nodded in confusion, wondering why Nero had asked that question.

After all, didn't I say from the beginning that I was from Britain?

"Is that so? Then please sit down."

Nero smiled and gestured for Artoria to sit down.

The moment Artoria's bottom touched the seat, Nero couldn't wait to ask his question.

"Have you heard of Leon Falter in Britain?" Nero asked, his voice tinged with anticipation and a hint of urgency.

"Ok?"