Are You the Self-Destruct Truck?

Meanwhile, at Nero's private residence.

Amidst the crisp sound of a slap, a middle-aged noblewoman dressed in a purple Stora robe, with curly hair draped in a veil, a charming appearance, slightly high cheekbones, and long eyebrows that gave her a somewhat mean look, covered her swollen cheek and stared in disbelief at the woman opposite her.

"You Celtic wretch, how dare you hit me?"

"I hit you because you are not worthy of being my husband!"

Boudica put Nero behind her and snorted coldly at the vicious woman who had come to her door spouting nonsense.

"Are you all idiots stupid? When did the master of the Claudius family become someone that Celtic barbarians would bully?!"

"Kill these lowly people and get my child back!"

Agrippina the Younger was filled with shame and indignation, turning her head to face the angry roar behind her.

Immediately, the Roman Centuria, having received the command, advanced aggressively.

A hundred or so Celtic soldiers, also gathered before him, spontaneously formed ranks based on the Centurion instructor, their ferocious aura, soaked in blood, boiling forth.

The group of well-equipped, handsome, and heavily made-up soldiers immediately gasped for breath and turned pale.

However, the angry glares from their patrons and the Roman custom of executing one in ten deserters forced them to bite the bullet and step forward, even though they were afraid.

These shrewd people in Rome weren't stupid either; they all had their own plans to shirk their responsibilities. The so-called conflict was reduced to mere pushing and shoving, and everyone seemed to be putting in a lot of effort.

Before Agrippina the Younger could figure out what was going on and get angry and urge them on, cries of pain from those who had been attacked came from the two teams that were locked in a stalemate.

In an instant, both sides, tense and agitated, launched a fierce counterattack, exchanging punches and kicks.

In just a few breaths, these hundred-odd Roman Soldier were brought down by the Celts, who outnumbered them by twice as many and were battle-hardened, and lay on the ground groaning in pain as they clutched their wounds.

In the chaos, the domineering Agrippina the Younger suffered a similar fate, first having a sack thrown from the sky over her head, and then being knocked unconscious by a flurry of blows.

"Get out of here! Don't show your faces in front of me, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

Nero jumped up the steps with his hands on his hips, raised his chin, grinned his fangs, and triumphantly issued a threat.

The utterly defeated team hurriedly carried the unconscious Agrippina the Younger and fled in disarray, nearly bumping into the black-haired man walking towards them as they exited the building.

"What's wrong?"

Samael bypassed the bruised and battered refugee group, entered the courtyard, saw the mess on the ground, and asked in surprise.

Boudica stepped forward, frowning at the true core decision-maker in the group, and recounted what changes had occurred during his absence.

Upon hearing the news of Nero's entry into the city, Agrippina the Younger, who controlled the Claudius Clan, led her men to the private residence, intending to take her daughter away and bring her back under her control.

The method, I suppose, is to start with a soft approach and then use a hard one.

However, with Boudica in control of the situation and over two hundred Celtic soldiers providing backup, all of that wicked woman's schemes were neutralized one by one.

In her anger, Agrippina the Younger inadvertently let slip that Her Your Majesty was furious and slapped her, leading to the current situation.

"What did she say? Why are you so angry?"

Samael stroked his chin and asked curiously.

"The woman planned to hand Nero over to her lover, to completely control the child in every aspect of her life, and to slowly take away her right to the inheritance."

Boudica responded without flinching, a hint of pity flickering in her eyes.

"You are, after all, outsiders. You've attacked the Romans, which is a bit troublesome, and the aftermath will be quite difficult to handle..."

"Sorry, we were too..."

"Judging by the time, this group has already entered the mountain path. Why don't we dig a hole and throw them into the mountains to bury them? Or we can pretend it's a monster attack. I just heard wolves howling on the way back, so we can ensure a complete chain of evidence and get rid of us without anyone noticing."

Samael stroked his chin, his Serpent Eyes narrowed, a glint of ghostly light flashing within them.

"..."

Boudica, who had been feeling guilty for being too violent, was stunned and speechless when she heard someone's plan to destroy the body.

"Brunhilde, you quietly follow them, don't let anyone see you, and be quick..."

"Wait... wait! It's really not true!"

Boudica hurriedly grabbed Samael and the Valkyrie's arms, offering words of advice that were both funny and exasperating.

"Don't worry, after today, Agrippina the Younger probably won't have a chance to take revenge."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Samael paused slightly, stopping in his tracks, his eyes still glancing at the mountain path out of the corner of his eye.

He had no time to play a game of political maneuvering and mutual revenge with a Roman vixen.

Since the problems caused by this wave of fighting are trivial and difficult to solve, we should cut the Gordian knot and eliminate the people who created the problems to prevent future troubles.

Things like scheming and maneuvering only require dealing with opponents of equal or higher levels.

There's no need to waste too much time on a woman who's not presentable; just crush her.

Of course, for Nero's sake, there's no need to kill Agrippina the Younger outright. There are plenty of ways to prevent her from continuing to cause trouble.

"The high priest of the Pantheon just sent word that tomorrow at noon, the Divine Ancestor Romulus, will have Nero baptized and crowned in the Pantheon, granting her Imperial Privilege."

Boudica responded in a deep voice, her eyes full of ease.

That's how it is!

Seeing that she was losing control of Nero and about to lose power, Agrippina the Younger rushed over and used both soft and hard tactics to bring Claudius Clan's heir home.

The two women had already broken off all pretense of civility. After tonight, once Nero was Shiki appointed emperor, it would be wishful thinking for Agrippina the Younger to try to control the His Majesty the Emperor who had been granted real power.

Samael seemed to be thinking about this, and then abandoned his dark idea of destroying the evidence.

That's right. After all, she's Nero's biological mother. Let her handle this mess herself.

"By the way, they weren't scared..."

"I beat up seven of them!"

"I took down ten!"

Just as Samael's tone softened and revealed some concern, two figures, one tall and one short, were arguing fiercely about their battle achievements on the stone platform ahead.

"The sacks I set as a trap!"

"I hit him on the head with a club!"

Not to be Nero, the First Princess, with one foot on the table, waved the stool leg, her face flushed, and boasted about her valiant exploits with spittle flying everywhere.

"Tch, what's that? I sounded the attack horn and got the first kill!"

"..."

The First Princess, who was in the midst of a fierce struggle, looked up and her eyes bulged. When she threw away the stool leg, her face stiffened and she stammered.

Similarly, Nero looked down and saw two huge shadows projecting from behind him. He ducked, turned around, and ran.

However, the culprit who stirred up trouble ultimately couldn't escape being caught by the scruff of the neck.

"Have you beaten him up yet today?"

Samael, a sinister grin spreading across his face, turned to Boudica beside him and asked in a low voice.

"Coming right now!"

"That?"

One for each person!

The Victory Queen and the Ancient Serpent nodded in unison, gave a sinister sneer, and then dragged the children they were each holding into the room.

Moments later, the girl's screams and wails echoed throughout the courtyard. The soldiers who were cleaning up looked on with glee, and the private residence was filled with a joyful atmosphere.