Chapter 112, the feast that will not be dispersed in the world

Emperor Nero was a famous tyrant in Roman history, with a penchant for luxury, a love of beauty, and a fierce lifestyle like a fire.

Fire is warm and beautiful, but it needs firewood and grass to support it in order to rise. Although people watching the fire may feel that the flame is beautiful and warm, it is probably not so comfortable for firewood and grass.

The Emperor Nero seen in the peculiarity is an innocent, passionate and simple girl, who Caesar compared to the flower of Rome, and she is indeed worthy of this title.

Unlike the tyrant in the history books who was keen on intrigue and poison assassination, Nero here is just an ordinary girl who can't bear to end the banquet. No matter how lively the banquet is, once it is over, everyone will leave. It's time to be alone.

It's better to say that it was because the banquet was too happy before, and there was a feeling of loss when they were separated.

She silently looked at the three people in front of her, and the golden particles gradually covered them.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

Boudicca folded her hands, bowed slightly to the Chaldeans, and smiled at Emperor Nero.

"Boudicca...... Hmmm......"

The thought of Boudicca, her head began to hurt again.

My mind was churning about Boudicca, as the queen, rising up against Rome.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, don't think about things that are too complicated. We are not part of this world, and we will disappear without a trace. Don't think too much about us. ”

Boudicca bowed slightly, bowing her head.

"But ......"

"Your Nero sacrifice makes a lot of people laugh, makes the children happy, and makes the adults satisfied, so that's good."

Boudicca's expression was a little lonely, something she could not bring to her subjects.

She is not a good queen, her martial arts are not excellent, her strategy is only second-rate, her command is based on hatred, and such a prosperous civilization cannot be created in peacetime.

From a historical point of view, the annexation of one's own country is not a bad thing.

After all......

Under Roman rule, everyone was so happy......

"End of treatment...... Scold. In other words, it's a holiday day, right? ”

Niijima Yae moved her shoulders and stretched her neck, and the joints of her body made a crunch sound with her subconscious cognition.

"But it's a holiday, and I don't have anything to do while I'm there. Why don't you come and summon me, you run around every day, and when you get hurt, you always need medical personnel. ”

Niijima Yae smiled rarely, with an awe-inspiring temperament, even if she laughed, she had a heroic taste. This smile is neither gentle nor considerate, and it is far from the soft smile in everyone's impression, but it ...... It's very reassuring.

"Yes, I agree with what she said, but you must summon meβ€”when the time comes, I will train you well! Lucky you guy! ”

Mordred followed her words as well, and poked Yagi's waist with her elbow, because he didn't exert much force, but it was a little itchy, which made him overwhelmed.

"Mordred's sword, only the power is worthy of recognition. If you learn that kind of thing, you'll become a beast. ”

Behind Yagi Yukisai, the Black King Artoria Alter said this, and when Mordred heard this, the expression on his face suddenly became hideous again: "I want you to talk more!" I will one day make you understand that I, Mordred, are your only heir, and I want to surpass you! ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Hum. ”

Not wanting to argue with her more, Artoria Alter looked away and stopped talking.

Mordred rubbed his hair, stammered, and muttered: "Father doesn't understand other people's feelings at all, and he doesn't look at people at all." ”

The farewell was not necessarily heavy, the three of them spoke in a relaxed manner, and disappeared into the main hall with the golden particles shining.

"It's all gone...... Are you going to go? ”

Emperor Nero asked lonely. She didn't need them to answer, she already had the answer herself.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yagi Yukisai bowed to her.

"As far as Rome is concerned, we are people from another world, we have completed our mission, and we should go back."

"So, what will happen to Rome? What will happen to me? ”

"Everything is going to get back on track. It all turns out to be something that didn't happen. Your Majesty will not remember us, there will be no lavish celebrations that have lasted for months, and there will not be so many exaggerated heroes fighting in the gladiatorial arena. ”

Although it was cruel, Yagi Yukisai made it clear to Nero.

Nero's silence can make His Majesty the Emperor, who has been chattering all along, show such a lonely expression, and Yagi Yukisai is also a little unbearable.

"Good! Yu understood! Thank you, the brave men who saved Rome, for fighting for Rome! Yu will try to remember you! ”

Emperor Nero said this seriously.

"I will write your names on the bedside, I will cast statues for you, and I will not forget you."

Like an unconvinced child, she opened her arms widely.

Everyone just thought it was cute, and no one contradicted her.

"Speaking of which, Yu promised before, you have saved the driver, and I will give you a reward. Hmmm! The brave man stood up and bowed his head. ”

Fujimaru Rika stepped forward and bowed her head in worship.

Emperor Nero takes off the laurel crown from his head. Wear it on Fujimaru Ritsuka's head. The girl's orange hair is a perfect match for the green.

"This is, a blessing to you. At all times, you are the brave man who has been blessed by the Roman emperor, and the last victor of the Great Nero Festival - Yagi the Brave. ”

Yagi Yukisai stepped forward and also knelt down to Nero.

"Your Majesty."

"In the end, the brilliance of the sword really made Yu see beautiful things. To reward you, this is a weapon that Yu has personally crafted. ”

Emperor Nero pulled out a red short sword with a somewhat distorted shape from behind his waist, which was longer than the Roman short sword, and it could be seen that Nero was not so ...... at this time Well, so artistic taste, this sword is similar to the shape of a general sword except that the whole body is red. The blade of the sword is engraved with beautiful patterns, and the hilt of the sword is also beautifully decorated, and it seems that the effect of the [Honor Guard] is more important than the effect of [Killing the enemy].

Although it is not mentioned, Emperor Nero was quite accomplished in any field (self-proclaimed). In terms of forging, the twisted crimson sword in her hand, the sword that ignites flames when she is excited, is also the one she built with her own hands.

Rather than performance, it's all about "building it yourself".

This sword is the sword that Nero has made for herself before, and it is the second sword she has made for herself, although it is not very mature, but the hard work condensed in it is genuine. The sword that symbolizes the Roman kingship, the sword that symbolizes Nero. If the user fills it with mana, the sword will ignite with flames, much like the sword Nero is currently using.

Yagi Yukisai bowed his head and accepted, holding this sword with both hands, to be honest, what he lacks most now is a weapon, and now that the holy sword cannot be liberated by his real name, a weapon means combat effectiveness.

"Whenever, Yu, Yu, Yu will ...... Remember you. ”

Nero lowered his head, closed his eyes, regrouped, and then the gloomy look on his face was swept away, revealing a smile that rivaled anything good in the world.

"Thank you for everything you've done for Rome."

With this beautiful smile, the Chaldean technique teleported the crowd back.

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