In the distance, Masselia, the port left by the Greek colonization, has emerged on the horizon, and the prototype of Marseille, the city built on this land two thousand years later, can be faintly observed.
The sun gradually rose, and the fleet that had experienced a night of battle sailed steadily on the sea.
Surprisingly, when Animusfia counted the losses after the war, he found that only a few thousand soldiers were killed.
However, the results of the entire battle were almost all caused by Animusfia's Noble Phantasm, so such a result is quite reasonable.
"Tell me to go down and hoist the flag of Octavian's legion. We are ready to dock."
"yes!"
The flag bearer who received the order from Animusfia began to give instructions to the fleet at the rear.
"Where is His Majesty Nero?"
Animusfia, who had not seen Nero for a long time, asked the centurion beside her.
Several centurions looked at each other and shook their heads.
"...I soon saw your majesty return to the cabin."
A soldier on the far side took courage and said.
"Oh? Really, thank you very much."
Animusfia walked up to the soldier, patted him on the shoulder, and then walked towards the cabin.
Only a few centurions were left looking at the ordinary soldier who interrupted in disbelief.
Among the highly disciplined Roman legions, those who dared to do so would not be directly executed by their angry superiors——————
But you will also get your own share of punishment, such as running around the camp from morning to night wearing women's clothing.
Except for the horrifying law of tithing, the Romans were actually quite cautious about the death penalty.
But that didn't mean the Romans wouldn't punish the wrongdoers.
Most of the current centurions were soldiers at the grassroots level at the beginning. After Animusfia expanded the army, they were not allowed to be promoted from the dwarfs to become officers.
So they still maintain some of the traditions of the original legion.
But neither Animusphia nor the newly recruited soldiers, nor even Nero himself as Augustus, had ever been exposed to the true legionary tradition before.
Nero only had a concept of the entire phalanx in his mind about the Roman legions, but actually had no deeper understanding.
The newly recruited soldier was just an ordinary farmer before and had only been in the army for about a week.
Although Animusfia understood some of the square boxes in the Legion, he never paid attention to them.
After casually "borrowing" a blanket from the soldier, Animusfia gently knocked on the door frame, listening to the steady breathing in the cabin, and then walked into the cabin.
Although he knew that Nero had fallen asleep, Animusfia still did it out of habit.
Nero leaned against a corner of the cabin and closed his eyes quietly to rest.
There are actually very few independent cabins on the rowboats like those on later cruise ships. Below the deck is where many slaves and soldiers rowed.
The simplest rowboats did not even distinguish between decks and oars.
The cabin where Nero is now is actually a place where ropes and arrows are piled.
It seems that your majesty was lucky enough to find this place alone.
“Breathe…..Breathe…Breathe…Breathe…..”
The rhythmic breathing overwhelmed the noise of the soldiers and the tide outside, becoming the only clearly audible sound in this small cabin.
Even though Animusfia had walked in front of Nero, she still showed no sign of waking up.
The few beams of sunlight that filtered through the gaps between the wooden boards reflected Nero's blond hair, and his long hair tied with a red ribbon also looked a little loose after a night of battle.
And the original fire held in her arms no longer ignited like last night.
Animusfia untied the ribbon that bound her hair, and her silky long hair slid down like a mountain stream.
If you just look at it this way, he really looks exactly like King Arthur of Chaldea.
The same was true for Joan of Arc whom she met in France before.
But now Animusfia would never mistake Nero for the other two.
Animusfia squatted down slightly and gently tied Nero's blond hair hanging on her forehead behind her ears.
Even so Nero did not wake up from his sleep.
It seemed that yesterday's battle had taken a great toll on her. Even if she received timely treatment from Animusfia's magic, Nero was still a mortal after all, not a heroic spirit.
In addition, Nero had not been able to sleep well recently due to stress and headaches. His long-term fatigue was reflected in the moment of temporary peace after the war.
Usually, Nero, who couldn't sleep peacefully, pulled Animusfia to stay with her.
Now, she was finally able to put down those burdens and sleep peacefully.
Even if it’s just one person.
Just looking at Nero's sleeping face, even Animusfia herself didn't notice that the corners of her mouth curved upward slightly.
After covering Nero's body with a blanket, Animusfia walked out of the cabin with a gentle step.
After coming out of the cabin, the legion commander came to Animusfia and reported:
"Your Majesty the Governor, we are already arriving at Massalia."
He is the new legion commander who was re-promoted after Animusphia assassinated the original legion commander Tiberius.
Animusfia did not answer, but raised her index finger and pressed it to her lips, then pointed not far away.
The understanding officer followed Animusfia to the stern of the ship.
"What's the situation with the defenders on the shore?"
"They didn't have any suspicion about us. The smallest clippers have already entered the port."
"Very well, just let them disembark and wait for orders."
"yes."
The officer extended his right hand to Animusfia and raised his hand in a salute.
"Approximately how many troops are there in Massalia, and how many people live there?"
"The garrison they left in Masseria was not many. It is estimated that there were only about 2,000 people. The people living here were about 80,000."
"Well, then don't dock this ship. I'll hand over the command to you. Your Majesty and I will stay on the ship. You can do whatever you need to do after all the soldiers have disembarked."
"Mr. Governor, what about the robbery?"
Animusfia narrowed her eyes and looked at the legion commander who asked him tentatively.
The legion commander felt a little guilty under his scrutinizing gaze, but the greed pouring out from his heart made him still have the courage.
"Just do whatever you have to do. I don't need this port. Just take care of it yourself. This ship won't dock. Don't make any big noise."
After hearing Animusfia's words, the officer's eyes showed a hint of joy that could not be concealed, and he couldn't wait to say:
"Thank you very much. Then my subordinate will go ahead, Mr. Governor."
"Let's go."
"As commanded."
With almost a running pace, the legion commander led the people to a small boat, preparing to enter the port of Masselia.
"correct------"
Animusfia's voice sounded from behind and forced the commander to stop.
"After we're done, just stay where you are. We have to wait for General Boudica and the others to attack together."
"As you command!"
.....
"well."
Animusfia sighed and looked at the prosperous port of Masselia under the rising sun.
Although he could ensure that the soldiers fully carried out his instructions, it was not without conditions.
After all, Zhou Yu was the military advisor, general, and military governor of Soochow, not Yuri.
Only by satisfying the needs and desires of the soldiers can the general command them.
