"So Governor, where are you going now? Okay, sit down with Yu quickly."
Nero patted the free part of the saddle behind him and said to Animusfia.
After finding Nero a gentle gelding and fitting her with his special saddle for her to ride, Animusfia received an inquiry from Nero.
After all, he had already learned from Caesar that the key to Animusfia, or the Chaldean side, being able to save Rome now lay in [Nero] alone.
The level of protection for Nero should be raised to another level.
Every servant in the "United Empire" can win [Rome's] favor to a certain extent, but Animusfia only has Nero, an orthodox emperor recognized by Rome.
If he really encountered an enemy that he could not defeat, Animusfia would not hesitate to protect Nero's safety.
At least she must be able to persist until the time when everyone in Chaldea chooses to come.
However, the soft saddle was realized at Nero's strong request. According to herself, her butt would hurt if she kept riding a horse, so she would rather walk on her feet.
In the final analysis, the restoration of the world and the safety of pan-human history do not require the existence of a person with the title of "Director of Chaldea."
Even if they only rely on Fujimaru Ritsuka and the people currently in Chaldea, there is no doubt that they can do everything.
Animusfia just wanted to be involved.
Although I don't know why Nero's "legitimacy" is getting lower and lower, but after defeating Caesar, Animusfia definitely felt that the magic power fluctuations in Nero's body increased again. , even higher than when we first met.
But the downward trend has not changed.
It's like adding a new bucket of water to a constantly leaking barrel. Although the water level has risen, the leakage problem has not been alleviated.
Now Animusfia no longer regards Nero's changes as his illusion, but he is still confused as to why Nero has undergone such changes.
At the moment, we can only infer that the other emperors in the "United Empire" are still usurping Rome's favor from Nero.
"Your Majesty, do you still remember the night I told you the story about your Golden Palace?"
"Well, of course, I remember all the experiences and stories you told me vividly. I also plan to adapt it into a drama for audiences all over Rome to enjoy. By then, you, the governor, will definitely come."
"...Then I really thank you, Your Majesty, but what I want to talk about now is not those stories. Do you still remember that I passed by that night that one of the 'satellites' I distributed to the people was moved?"
After hearing Nero's incredible invitation, Animusfia reluctantly agreed, and then changed the topic to the main topic.
"Hmm, if you think about it carefully, there is something like that."
Animusfia took out the small cube he found in the pocket of the corpse on the battlefield.
"You see, this is what I told you."
"Oh, did you find it?"
Looking at Nero jumping off the horse, Animusfia nodded and continued:
"That's how I found it on the body of a dead enemy soldier."
To be honest, looking at Nero like this, Animusfia could not help but recall the Countess Bathory who had not yet grown up in her memory——Elizabeth.
Obviously he has never experienced those memories personally, but the past events in Hungary are extremely clear and real. Even better than some of the memories that Animusfia herself had experienced.
Regardless of height or personality, Nero is quite similar to Eliza when she was a child.
Well, but later Eliza successfully grew into a moving mature woman.
But Nero is now twenty-three years old, but he still has a loli figure, and it is unlikely that he will continue to grow in the future.
It's better to say she is a princess than an emperor.
Even King Arthur, whose figure in Chaldea was fixed in his teenage years, was slightly taller than Nero.
Tsk, Nero must not know what he is thinking now.
But relatively speaking, Nero was much more plump than King Arthur. From this point of view, he was already a complete adult.
Tsk, Artoria must not let Arturia know what she is thinking now.
"The enemy's body? Did they steal it?"
Nero's words pulled Animusfia away from the body comparison system in her mind.
"Well, it's very possible, and the burial location I selected for this [satellite] in advance is in a fishing village not far northwest of here."
"Hmm, they probably came here after looting that village."
Animusfia nodded and continued:
"But I'm afraid they didn't just loot the village. Your Majesty, you remember that I told you that the enemy came from the sea."
"Of course, I'm not an idiot. I'm a rare talent in Rome that only happens once in a hundred years, no, a thousand years. How could I not even remember this kind of thing? Governor, you don't have to ask this question anymore. I But he will be angry."
Like a troubled child, Nero complained with some dissatisfaction.
"Okay, I was rude, Your Majesty, it's all my fault. Returning to the enemy, since they came here by boat from the sea, they must have a landing place."
"Are you saying that that village was where they landed?"
Nero asked.
"That's right, but the several legions brought by Caesar can't just breathe. Their equipment and baggage and food should also be stored somewhere."
"Are you going to take them all back to Rome?"
"Rome?"
Animusfia's rhetorical question made Nero lose his confidence.
"Hmm, isn't it Rome?"
Animusfia smiled and shook her head.
"The shield is fine, Your Majesty. But the Romans should place their hopes in the right hand, not the left."
Quoting the famous words of Scipio, who had defeated the legendary Carthaginian general Hannibal, Animusphia gave Nero his goal with this warning.
"Well, after all, Governor your left hand is disabled."
Nero looked at the prosthetic arm of Animusfia's left arm and meant something.
"...That's not what I meant, Your Majesty."
"It's a joke, a joke. Don't take it to heart, Governor, even if you don't have a left hand, I still admire you. That left hand is also a symbol of your achievements in battle. Every Roman should respect you."
"Well, in short, passive defense is not the answer. We will not be lucky enough to seize the opportunity every time like this time, Your Majesty."
Nero, who was on the horse, nodded and said:
"Hmm, although we should focus on attacking, all of Yu's navy has lost contact. Apart from attacking by land, how can you attack? If the opponent comes from the sea, I don't have any extra ships."
"You don't have to worry about this. I have a plan of my own. Before we set off, I had already ordered Seneca, who was staying in Rome, to supervise the construction of the ship."
"If we start building ships from now on, we won't be able to catch up, right?"
Although Nero didn't know much about military affairs, she knew to some extent that things like battleships couldn't be built in a day or two.
"They are just small boats for one or two people. We can build dozens of them in a few days."
"If that's the case, how should the Governor transport the legion to the sea?"
Nero was confused.
"Then let's talk about Lord Caesar's battle this time. The three legions under his command require huge losses every day. Under the predicament of crossing the sea, his supply line must be guaranteed. Now it can be determined What’s more, even if the other party doesn’t have a fleet that can transport all three legions at once, it at least has a fleet that can ensure supplies.”
Animusfia said calmly while leading Nero's horse forward.
"Then the enemy's navy is stronger, isn't it?"
"It's better to say that you were excellent from the beginning, right?"
"Wouldn't that be worse? What are your plans?"
"If the enemy has many ships, wouldn't it be good if we just brought a few?"
Animusfia, who pursues the principle of borrowing, has always been good at solving problems directly from the root.
"...So I still don't know what your plan is."
Animusfia did not reply, but silently pointed to a standard Roman camp that appeared on the distant horizon.
"You'll find out later."
