The triumphal ceremony on the first day of the return ended with the procession carriage Animusphia and Nero riding walking half a circle around the Palatine Hill where the previous palace was, returning to what they saw when they first entered the city. on the Capitol, and ended with a sacrifice in front of the Temple of Jupiter on the Capitol.
The first three gods worshiped on Mount Capitol were Mars, Jupiter, and the god Quirinus, who has gradually disappeared.
But as the Romans continued to expand outwards and merged myths from various places, the positions of Mars and Quilinus in the Capitol Temple were gradually merged with those of Queen Juno and Athena. Many foreign goddesses were replaced by Minerva.
After losing his position among the three gods of the Capitol, Mars was still listed among the twelve main gods, and large-scale sacrifices were still retained among the early warlike Romans.
But Quirinus, whose priesthood greatly overlapped with that of Mars, the god of war, disappeared. In the end, only a few priests of Quirinus were left who continued to worship him.
Forget about those embarrassing and complicated past events.
Amid cheers, Nero and Animusfia returned to the Senate Palace where there were no more senators.
The sun has gradually set in the west, and the sunlight covering the city of Rome has gradually begun to turn orange-red. However, the crowd in the Roman Forum still has not dissipated, and it seems that they will continue to revel in the night.
Maybe they didn't care whether Nero won or not, they just wanted to find a reason to release themselves.
Animusfia expects this scene to continue for several more days.
Even in this supposedly solemn Senate House, the noise from the outside crowd can still be heard.
"Your Majesty, do you want to disperse them?"
Seneca asked Nero respectfully.
"Why do you want to disperse the citizens? Today is Yu's triumphal ceremony! Everyone should enjoy it happily. Why do I want to disperse them?"
The dream scene finally turned into reality, and Nero was even happier now than when he held the Nero Festival.
"But they will affect Your Majesty's rest, right... Is your headache okay?"
As Seneca, who almost grew up watching Nero, he finally understood her and could no longer understand her.
Even now it was difficult for him to tell whether it was Nero inside the palace who was talking or the crowd in the square outside the palace who was making noise.
"Hmm...it's true..."
Nero covered his head and looked embarrassed.
If she hadn't said anything, she wouldn't have noticed that her head was beginning to hurt under the noisy voices.
"Sure enough, for the sake of your rest, let me disperse them."
Seneca said calmly.
In the previous triumphal precedents, Augustus of Rome basically lived on the Palatine Hill far away from the common people, so it didn't matter even if the citizens were partying.
But this time it was different. It was obvious that the crowds gathering in the Roman Forum would seriously affect Nero, who was already not well rested.
"No, it's better not to go."
Nero stopped Seneca, who was already preparing to organize his men to disperse the civilians.
"More than that, I want to hear the sound of everyone celebrating."
"His Majesty......"
Seneca looked at Nero helplessly.
"There is absolutely no need for you to worry about this, Your Majesty."
Fortunately, the almighty Animusfia is still here.
"Snapped."
A crisp finger snap sounded, and dark magic power overflowed from Animusfia's fingertips, and then flowed into the ground of the Senate Palace.
Gradually, the entire wall of the Senate Palace was filled with translucent black fluorescence.
The noise from the outside world also stopped abruptly.
There was no advanced skill, Animusfia just let her magic power act as a soundproof sponge.
Absorbs all the vibrations of sound waves.
"Oh! It's the governor! It's much quieter now!"
Nero's praise echoed in the Senate Palace, which fell silent for a moment.
"...Hmm...but it's a bit lonely like this."
Nero said with some worry about gain and loss again.
Seneca and Animusfia held their foreheads in unison.
"What's wrong with you guys? Do you have a headache too?"
"No, Your Majesty. It's just a slight headache."
Animusfia said so.
"What, isn't that still a headache?"
Headache, but not complete pain.
Nero pouted dissatisfiedly.
"Speaking of which, Your Majesty, do you want to take a look first? The statue that is going to be erected in the [Hall of Fame]."
Seneca duly diverted Animusfia's attention.
[Hall of Fame], also known as Summi Viri, is another method that Octavian Augustus did to monopolize public memory after monopolizing the triumphal ceremony.
In Rome, which originally had several great families, only the Julius Claudius dynasty was able to gain popularity.
Statues of Augustus or his relatives were erected in the promenade buildings on both sides of the square, so that everyone who passed by the square could remember them unconsciously.
In the end, this purpose was implemented very successfully, and it even became one of the landmarks of Rome.
[Meet in front of the statue of Agrippa]
This statement is very common today in Nero's time.
"Hmm!"
Nero's eyes shone with interest again.
"How could such a thing happen without Yu's participation!"
"Then please come here with me, Your Majesty."
Seneca pointed to the branch road beside the Senate Palace.
"As for the Governor..."
Seneca looked at Animusfia.
"Of course the Governor will come with Yu! Don't ask this kind of question again next time."
Nero said dissatisfiedly.
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Seneca gave Animusfia a meaningful look——If it were him, he would probably be able to accept it.
But this left Animusfiya a little confused.
He has always asked others to guess the riddles. When did it become his turn to guess the riddles himself?
That's why these Greco-Roman philosophers are annoying.
"Okay, lead the way, teacher."
Nero could not wait to urge Seneca.
Finally, under the leadership of Seneca, Animusfia and Nero turned several corners and came to an empty hall.
Dozens of statues as tall as one person covered with red cloth were displayed, and Animusfia even scanned the fragments of a huge bronze statue.
Are there actually so many?
Animusfia frowned.
He didn't expect Seneca to prepare so many statues.
But it’s understandable if you think about it. According to Nero’s character, he would probably place his own statues in every corner of Rome.
Then there is nothing wrong with Seneca preparing a little more in advance.
But that bronze statue waiting to be assembled is too much.
"Several of the most famous sculptors in Rome have been invited. It's a pity that we have now lost contact with the Greek provinces. We cannot recruit more craftsmen."
Seneca said with some regret.
"However, I think these should be enough. Your Majesty, please take a look."
Seneca said as he pulled off a piece of red cloth covering the statue.
"This is the statue you're going to put in the Hall of Fame."
Animusfia also had to admire the superb carving skills of Roman craftsmen. What appeared before his eyes was almost Nero himself.
Even the uniquely sensual depressions on the chest and waist that were stretched out by clothing have been restored.
What Animusfia saw in front of her was not a lifeless, cold stone statue, but a girl with elastic skin that could be broken by a blow.
It is hard to imagine that a land that already possesses such skills would enter the darkness of the Middle Ages for thousands of years.
"Oh——————! This is really amazing!"
Nero had already begun to marvel.
"No, teacher,...Is there only the statue of Yu himself? Where's the Governor's?"
But then Nero realized something was wrong.
"Ahem."
Seneca coughed twice symbolically, and then said:
"Your Majesty, there is no precedent for enshrining anyone other than Augustus' relatives in the Hall of Fame."
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm——————! Why is Teacher Ru like this!...Teacher Ru should be like this...but I don't care! I am like this today!" Must see the Governor’s statue!”
Looking at Seneca, whose words were almost identical to those of Animusfia, Nero exploded.
Animusfia may be helpless, but Seneca is different.
"His Majesty....."
Animusfia also spoke out to persuade Seneca.
However, Seneca's subsequent stab in the back caught him off guard.
"I expected you to say that, Your Majesty."
Seneca walked towards another slightly taller statue with an expression as if his suspicion had been proven.
Animusfia suddenly felt an ominous premonition in her heart.
"Your Majesty the Governor——I wonder if you have any objections to your statue?"
Seneca pulled off the red cloth covering the statue of Animusfia.
I didn’t expect that Seneca, your thick eyebrows and big eyes, also rebelled against the conservatives.
Animusfia suddenly had a more ominous premonition. He quickly ran to the divisions of the huge bronze statues and lifted off the partially covered cloth.
Two familiar faces appeared in front of him.
........
That was Nero and...himself.
It turned out to be a double bronze statue, no wonder it was so big.
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"Senior, we are here."
After overcoming the dizziness after the spirit son transfer, Mashu said to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
".E. Rome in 60 AD."
"Is this...the legendary Rome?"
The red-haired girl Master looked towards the bustling Roman city with people coming and going.
"Well, senior."
"Then why are there bronze statues of Saber and the director! Mashu!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed at the two huge bronze statues standing in the center of the square and said loudly.
