Animusfia stepped out of the car, and then whispered to Nero:
"Your triumph, Your Majesty."
Nero looked at Animusfia in surprise, and then asked him:
"What is going on, Governor. I have never heard of such a thing before."
"Forgive me for my transgression, Your Majesty."
Animusfia bowed her head respectfully and continued.
"You must really want to hold a triumphal ceremony...Although you have never said so, I still venture to guess so. That's why I planned this surprise for you———— Well, the main thing is that Lord Seneca arranged all this in the city of Rome."
Animusfia only relied on magic to convey the message to Seneca from a distance that she wanted to hold a triumphal ceremony for Nero.
Animusfia was a little surprised that Seneca could achieve this level in just one week.
It seems that Seneca, as one of the real driving forces in creating the early prosperity of Nero's reign, did have unusual abilities.
And now he could truly serve Nero without the constraints of the Senate.
However, Nero lowered his head and did not reply to Animusfia, making it difficult to see the expression on her face clearly.
"...Are you not satisfied?"
"How could it be...Governor? I'm just too happy, so satisfied that I don't know what to say."
"If you are really satisfied, please enjoy this triumphal ceremony."
Animusfia smiled slightly after hearing Nero I's response, then waved her left hand behind her back and her right hand towards the parade carriage in the center of the school ground, bowed slightly forward and said:
"Then please get in the car, Your Majesty."
Nero nodded, jumped off the improvised carriage made by Animusfia, and then walked to the carriage decorated with gold specially used for the parade.
"etc."
Just as Nero was about to step onto the procession carriage, she suddenly stopped.
The rose-like girl turned to look at Animusfia standing beside her, and then asked:
"At the triumphal ceremony, where will you be, Governor?"
Animusfia was slightly startled and explained to Nero:
"Since General Balbus forty-one years ago, no one outside the family of Julius Claudius has held a triumphal ceremony, Your Majesty. Whether it is Ibrato or Augustus, now they can You are the only one who can bear this title."
"I don't care about those cumbersome habits and customs. I can achieve today's victory all because of your contribution to the governor. It is impossible for me to abandon you and enjoy the triumphal ceremony alone. It is impossible to enjoy this glory."
Nero frowned and said.
"I do not crave glory, Your Majesty."
"but--------"
But before Nero could finish speaking, Animusfia spoke up again:
"However, I did not ask you to go to the parade alone, Your Majesty."
"Will you accompany Yu to enjoy the triumphal parade?"
"Of course, Your Majesty."
Animusfia said matter-of-factly, and then walked to the golden procession carriage first, holding up the olive branch crown made of gold.
“There should be a slave (Servus) beside you, holding this laurel crown high on your head——————But it is very regrettable that not long ago, all the slaves, including yours, Nearly all the slaves in Rome were emancipated as citizens.”
After hearing Animusfia's words, the surrounding legionnaires burst into cheers.
Most of them were freed slaves.
"Although most of them are still doing the same work as before, as citizens, they are protected by the law and receive fair wages."
Thanks to Animusfia who had worked overtime to print a lot of "paper money", otherwise Seneca would have spent a lot of time just dealing with the completely collapsed economic and social system after the liberation of the slaves.
In fact, if calculated according to the legitimate exchange ratio, the banknotes sent out by Seneca now far exceed the amount of gold stored in the Temple of Saturn.
It is impossible for a peak slave country to give up its slaves overnight.
Animusphia undoubtedly deceived the whole of Rome and made the whole of Rome drink poison to quench its thirst.
However, it would probably take decades for this bomb to be detonated, and Animusfia had long since repaired the singularity and reset everything to zero.
"So you won't even find a Servus to hold the crown for you, Your Majesty."
Listening to the familiar terms in Animusfia's mouth, Nero gradually guessed what Animusfia was planning.
"However, no matter what, I will always be your Servus and Dominus."
Nero sighed helplessly. To this day, Animusfia still repeatedly emphasized the master-servant relationship between them.
However, although Nero valued this relationship, what he valued was not the relationship itself, but the connection between her and Animusfia through this contract.
Animusfia was able to stay by her side through this relationship.
What Nero really wanted to build was to transcend the relationship between contract and master and servant.
Thinking of this, Nero blushed a little and looked at Animusfia again.
But the latter still held up the golden laurel wreath in his hand respectfully.
"well."
Nero sighed again, and then stepped onto the parade carriage.
No matter what, at least Animusfia could stay by her side, which would be much better than Nero standing alone on the carriage and enjoying the cheers.
"Imberado————! Imberado————! Imberado——————!"
Seeing Nero standing on the carriage, the surrounding soldiers shouted in unison.
The gold-embellished procession carriage, pulled by four horses, walked out of the Champ de Mars and began to walk towards the City of Seven Hills.
And large numbers of soldiers also lined up and followed the carriage very consciously.
Many of the "trophies" captured from Gaul were hung high on spears or flagpoles and held in their hands.
Although the queue has not yet entered the city walls of Rome, many well-meaning Roman citizens have already walked outside the city gate and started to greet them.
They threw a lot of petals towards the convoy.
Even the front of the road is covered with flowers.
A road made of flower petals appeared in front of Nero.
The expression on her face was gradually replaced by a smile. This was what she originally expected Augustus to look like.
Flowers, cheers, glory.
This was the life Nero expected Augustus to live.
Rather than something disgusting composed of blood, violence, killing and intrigue.
"Remember, you are only human."
However, Animusfia's stereotyped lines poured cold water on Nero's enthusiasm.
In fact, the slaves on the triumphal carriage were used to pour cold water on the generals who returned in triumph.
"Don't let this place be so restored, Governor."
Nero pouted.
"And Yu is Augustus, a god walking on earth. Can he be considered a mortal?"
Animusfia slightly raised the corners of her mouth and continued:
"I am also a [Priest] of Rome, Your Majesty. It is precisely because of this that I can say——————"
"God does not exist."
