"What if Yu Zhen still remembers it?"
Nero's emerald green eyes stared at Animusfia.
"Actually, history is not something that can be changed easily. After you change history, I may not appear here again. And if I did not appear here, Your Majesty, you will no longer know everything."
This is why Animusfia dared to tell Nero the truth directly.
There is a major paradox about time travel.
"Wait a minute, if His Majesty Nero didn't know everything anymore, wouldn't history be changed, and wouldn't you appear here again?"
As a Stoic philosopher, Seneca was keenly aware of the second half of the paradox.
Animusfia clapped twice in appreciation.
"That's right, Mr. Elder."
He used magic power to draw a vertical line in mid-air.
"However, if this is the time in your eyes, you are totally wrong."
The magic lines emitting glittering light in mid-air are constantly branching like growing trees.
"This is real time, full of possibilities."
While the branches continue to branch, there are also countless branches that end at this point.
"Naturally, there is also the possibility of not being able to move on."
Animusfia suddenly reached out and broke a branch that could continue to grow.
"But we are different. This is our time. It can still continue, but it was forcibly cut off by someone somewhere."
Animusfia reached out and put the broken branch back into place, and the magic bundle like a tentacle reconnected the two branches.
"And this is what I'm going to do."
"But you still haven't explained your paradox clearly."
Seneca added.
"Don't worry, Sir Elder"
Animusfia shook her index finger at Seneca.
"If you think this is time now, it's not enough. More often than not, possibility does not lead to another branch, another ending."
Animusfia slowly walked to the "tree" that almost spread throughout the entire meeting hall, and reached out to touch the branches that he had created himself.
"So where does the possibility that that foot was the first one I stepped out of when I left the house this morning manifest itself?"
Numerous ovals and semicircles suddenly appeared on the branches in Animusfia's hands, growing on the branches like leaves.
"It's not just a trivial possibility, sometimes it's even a major event that affects a country. Although the processes are different, as long as they converge to the same ending in the end, they will become leaves on the branches."
The "tree" of time that spread to the top of the chamber emitted a dazzling blue light the moment Animusfia finished speaking, eclipsing the lighted candlelight.
Countless "leaves" grow on the "branches".
A real "tree" appeared in the meeting hall.
"Even if your Majesty really still remembers everything that happened at this time——"
Animusfia turned to look at Nero and took a leaf from the branch made of magic.
"That's just adding a leaf to the many branches of time."
Animusfia opened her palm, and the leaves formed by condensed magic power slowly floated towards Nero.
The direction of each vein can even be seen clearly on the leaves that shine with pale blue light.
It's like the world is within it.
Nero watched the blade drift toward her, then reached out to catch it.
Through the gaps between his fingertips, the shining leaves illuminated Nero's face.
"so beautiful...."
Animusfia smiled slightly, stretched out her hand again and snapped her fingers.
"Snapped"
With the snap of fingers, everything Animusfia had built before turned into little bits of stardust and dissipated.
Only the leaves in Nero's hands still emitted a bright blue light.
Eventually, it turned into blue crystals.
If Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu were here, they would definitely be familiar with such creations.
The Uranus gun used by Animusfia in France was made of this kind of material.
The pure magic power was condensed into crystals, and finally a diamond-like structure was obtained.
"In the end, two time-spaces leading to the same ending will be formed, as well as a closed loop connecting the two time-spaces."
"One is that Yu did not change the time and space of history, and the other is that Yu changed the time and space of history... And are you the governor who caused all this?"
"If you can still remember, that's exactly it. But the probability of this happening is almost zero. Everything that happens here now, everything you have experienced, should still be like a dream in the end. I don't know. You will have completely forgotten about it."
It was a dream that was clearly remembered when I first woke up, but the scene was still vivid in my mind just a second ago.
After only a few hours, everything will be forgotten, and you can’t even confirm whether you dreamed or not.
"So, Sir, if I am offensive to other senators in the future, please bear with me. After all, everything is a nightmare. Extraordinary moments require extraordinary means."
Animusfia narrowed her eyes at Seneca.
"You must also know exactly what kind of obstacle the existence of the Senate is to His Majesty's rule, especially how much trouble it will cause in such a crisis. At least in this dream, let them all withdraw for the time being. Bar."
"...What are you going to do to them?"
After considering it for a few seconds, Seneca asked Animusfia.
"What bad thoughts can I have? Sir, I will only ask other senators to have a good sleep in a [safe place]."
Animusfia said very "sincerely".
"What about me? I am also a member of the Senate. What are you going to do with me?"
"You seem to have misunderstood me, Lord Senator. What I am targeting is not the [Senator] himself, but the sycophants who intend to hinder His Majesty Nero from governing. As for you, I personally think you are trustworthy."
"How do you know that I will not hinder His Majesty?"
"I don't know, Lord Senator————, but history does."
Animusfia pointed upward toward nothing.
"Imbrado cannot have only one soldier. Your Majesty also needs you, Lord Seneca."
Animusfia turned to Nero and saluted, and said:
"Your Majesty, I'm going to settle the elders now. It's getting late, so please rest early."
"Hmm... I'm not tired yet. I still have something to talk to the teacher about. Governor, please go ahead. I'll be waiting for you here."
Holding the blade formed by crystallized magic power in his hand, Nero replied to Animusfia.
"Then I'll take my leave first."
Animusfia slowly backed away, away from Seneca and Nero.
"By the way, if you like that leaf, Your Majesty, please accept it."
Before leaving, Animusfia suddenly spoke up.
"Hmm, I like it very much. Thank you, Governor."
Nero showed a satisfied smile to Animusfia.
Along with the sound of footsteps, Animusfia's figure disappeared into the darkness behind the candlelight.
