From This Day Forward, You Are Rome Too!

However, unexpectedly, the little girl who was caught red-handed waited for a while with her head tucked in, but did not receive the so-called "punishment".

At Samael's prompting, a slightly bewildered Queen Boudica, carrying Nero, followed the ancient serpent away from the noise and crowds until they arrived at a secluded cottage with a pale yellow light.

The guy strolling leisurely ahead would occasionally sway his earthenware bowl, take a sip of the fragrant meat soup, and then cast a teasing glance at the poor little guy being carried around.

Nero, whose stomach was growling, was so angry that his teeth were itching to grind them, wishing he could tear a piece of flesh off someone to vent his anger.

"Your Highness, as you instructed, everything inside has been arranged."

At the door, Brunhilde emerged from the shadows around the corner and bowed.

"Thank you for your hard work. If it's convenient, could you please get some food and bring it over? I heard you cooked today too. I'd really like to try your cooking. Let's eat and talk later."

Samael smiled faintly, his tone gentle.

"I will obey your command!"

"This is not an order, it's a request..."

"Um..."

The Valkyrie's tense body relaxed slightly. She nodded gently, and a smile softened her usually composed and elegant face. She turned and headed towards the kitchen, her steps becoming lighter.

Samael chuckled and shook his head, then pushed open the door, leading Boudica and the Nero being carried into the room.

Immediately, two rune symbols lit up on the door panel, and under the surging water-like light patterns, the entire cabin was enveloped by a U-shaped barrier.

"Do you still want to go home? Sit down, we've been waiting for you."

As the two took their seats, Samael casually pulled out a chair at the Round Table in the room and invited Nero, who was standing in the middle of the hall, to join him.

Nero, who had just been put down, had a bright look in his emerald eyes. All his previous fear was gone. He sneaked up to Samael, sat down excitedly, raised his elbow, and poked Samael's ribs mischievously. He seemed very familiar with him and then leaned in to whisper something to him.

"Hmm, you've finally come to your senses! I am the most admired flower of Rome, and you are the mighty dragon who repelled the Hunnic Wolf Riders. I knew that such outstanding beings as us would definitely be on the same side!"

"Hehe..."

Samael, with a forced smile, pried open the little hand that was resting on his ceramic bowl, cutting off the girl's attempt to strike up a conversation. He then looked up at the two figures, one big and one small, in front of him, shaking the ceramic bowl with amusement, his voice low and deep.

"The Imperial Marquis of Claudius wants me to help you return to Rome; Her Your Majesty of the Celts wants me to stay and protect Britain. You both have something to ask of me, but I don't have that many husbands."

Moreover, God's gifts often come at a high price; my appearance fee is too high for you to afford.

Boudica's face darkened upon hearing this, and she lowered her eyes in resignation, knowing that it would be difficult to achieve her goal of securing a strong ally for Britain with only small favors at present.

"Tch, then what are you doing here looking for me?"

The little girl, whose plot had been exposed, slumped listlessly on the table, her face dejected and her expression broken.

"Smack!"

Samael tapped Nero on the head with his bent finger, responding irritably.

"Idiot! Why don't you look at the other side?"

Just as Nero was holding his head in confusion, Boudica, who was looking at him from the opposite direction, suddenly seemed to realize something and appeared to be deep in thought.

"You all want to pin your hopes on God to bring about fragile miracles, but little do you know that you are each other's perfect answer to get out of trouble!"

Samael smiled and blew on the oil in his bowl. With a wicked grin, he took a swig right in front of Nero and then lifted the uneven tablecloth.

As the Runic Glyphs, the miniature, exquisite sand table models of mountains, rivers, forests, and wilderness on the table came to life in three dimensions, vividly displayed before the two people in the room.

At that moment, the door was carefully pushed open, and the Valkyrie, carrying some wheat cakes, meat soup, and fruits, stepped into the room, filling the air with the aroma of food.

Samael took the plate and gestured for Brunhilde to sit down. Completely oblivious to his divine status, he casually served soup to the three of them and then, with his mind elsewhere, chatted idly with the people in both groups.

"Her Your Majesty's problem is that she wants to ensure the independence of the country, but she also wants to survive in the cracks. Both the Roman Empire and the Hunnic Empire want to swallow Britain first to Britain power. As the weaker party, you are in a precarious situation and need a banner to protect yourself and a strong umbrella to protect you."

As for this Claudius candidate for Imperial Marquis who didn't even receive a title, he lost control of the Seventh Province and the legions, was blocked from Rome, and had to guard against his mother's persecution while also cultivating the power to support his entry into the Pantheon.

So why not choose to unite with each other?

Nero and Boudica, having received the earthenware bowl and barley cakes, exchanged a thoughtful glance, a subconscious thought rising within them.

"Once you reach an alliance, the Celts will nominally submit to Rome under your banner and send their most elite men to help you return safely to the City of Seven Hills, allowing you to enter the Pantheon with this honor, inherit the glory of the Claudius family, and obtain Imperial Privilege."

Samael lifted the soup spoon and, with a smile, scooped out a few more pieces of meat for the starving little girl. His description greatly increased Nero's appetite, her eyes lit up, and her little face was full of anticipation.

"Similarly, Nero, by obtaining Imperial Privilege, could rightfully take over the Seventh Province, and in return, she would need to guarantee Britain's independence and autonomy and protect the Celts."

Then, the ancient snake pushed a dish of mushroom sauce in front of Boudica and smiled as it spoke.

"Wouldn't that basically resolve the issues and demands of both sides?"

During this meticulous analysis, Nero and Boudica exchanged a glance and suddenly felt their minds become clear.

That's absolutely right!

At present, the strengths and weaknesses of both sides have inadvertently achieved a wonderful complementarity, and cooperation will benefit both sides, while separation will result in mutual loss.

Once Nero, with the help of the Celts, possesses Imperial Privilege and controls the Seventh Province, the problems facing the Celts will undoubtedly be solved.

However, the premise of this agreement is that both parties keep their promises.

Otherwise, the Celts, who nominally joined the Roman Empire, would be more likely to be annexed later on this pretext.

"I can renew the covenant with the Celtic under the witness of the Goddess of Oaths Styx. Once I obtain Imperial Privilege, I promise not only to grant you the treatment of Roman citizens, but also to allow the gods you worship to be enshrined in the Pantheon! Even if I unfortunately die, there will be no reason for the higher powers to oppress you!"

Nero brandished his cleanly gnawed bone club, raised his little face, and responded seriously.

These additional conditions greatly appealed to Boudica, dispelling her doubts.

This Imperial Marquis of the Claudius family showed utmost sincerity.

Moreover, the natives of Britain certainly envied the prosperity and luxury of the Roman Empire.

If one can live a good life and be a nominal Roman citizen, then Hellenization is not out of the question.

"As you two have said, here are two prepared divine contracts. Please take a look. If you are willing to form an alliance and sign them according to the conditions above, I can be your witness."

Samael waved slightly, took the document from Brunhilde, and handed it to the two attendants.

At the dinner table, after several discussions and negotiations, Boudica and Nero finally signed their real names on the table with their blood.