Raising the Loli Emperor

As the envelope was opened, the communication spell attached to it was activated, and light patterns surged and hummed.

A moment later, the little girl, wearing a crown and a scarlet dress, who was less than 1.2 meters tall, jumped onto the throne. She leaned against the back of the chair and swayed restlessly. After finding a comfortable position, she tightened her little face and looked at the throne with a serious expression through the halo of the Magecraft bell.

"Heh heh, a rose grown in a greenhouse, facing the sun's blaze, will wither easily. So, little girl from Rome, what brings you to the King's court?"

The Pharaoh rested his chin on one hand, a smirk playing on his lips, his tone haughty and slightly mocking.

Only Divine Ancestor Romulus, was qualified to be his equal. This little girl named Nero, who was temporarily put on the throne, was no matter how outstanding she was, she was just a child and did not deserve equal recognition.

"Hmm, how about we talk about the future after we conquer Rome?"

Nero blinked his bright eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Oh? Interesting, tell me about it..."

Ramesses was slightly taken aback, but his interest was immediately piqued. He casually dismissed the two Female Pharaoh, cleared the hall, and then looked at the little girl in the Sorcery Array with amusement.

"It is a fact that the ancestor of the gods has fallen. If Rome is destroyed, Egypt can reap the benefits of the losses and profit from it. You may as well do it. I congratulate you on saving yourself and your family."

Nero spoke frankly and clearly, her emerald eyes sparkling brightly.

"Among the four powers of Egypt, Persia, Carthage, and the Huns, Egypt is the farthest from Rome. The expedition would be arduous and costly. Even if a large part of Roman territory were conquered, Carthage would still be in the way. It would be very difficult to cross this border and make Roman territory a border province of Egypt."

The ideal outcome would be nothing more than plundering a number of people and property from Rome and then withdrawing the troops at a leisurely pace.

However, after the fall of Rome, Carthage was too small, and the Huns were mainly nomadic and scattered. Only the Persians were truly capable of conquering and eliminating large swathes of Roman fortresses..."

At this point, the Rose Emperor frowned, a look of deep resentment appearing on her small face.

Clearly, the animosity between the two sides was more abhorrent to her than the sordid conflict between Rome and Egypt.

Similarly, Ramesses subconsciously raised his hand to support his neck, cracking his uncomfortable cervical vertebrae, a flicker of hesitation crossing his golden eyes.

Nero got carried away and jumped onto a chair, hands on his hips, and began to speak eloquently.

"If Persia were to annex Rome, it would become powerful, which would be tantamount to weakening Egypt. If Cyrus were to conquer Greece, then who would be bordering this behemoth?"

Upon hearing this, the Pharaoh atop the Radiant Composite Temple sneered and rebuked him.

"Little girl, are you trying to sow discord? Cyrus is an ally of King Tsar!"

"The ally who abandoned you last time and ran away first?"

Nero scoffed, instantly shattering this cheap friendship. Ramesses' breath caught in his throat, and his face stiffened.

"Even without Greece and Rome, the expansion of the Persian Empire will probably not stop. So, who will the Undying Army's blades point at next?"

May your alliance be just as strong then.

The Rose Emperor raised an eyebrow, looking at the Pharaoh appearing in the Sorcery Array with a mocking expression, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Ramesses frowned, closed his eyes in thought for a moment, then looked up and asked a question.

"Then tell me, what does King Twenty-Four (the King of the Second Rank) intend to do?"

"Leave Rome, and let us hold off the Persians and the Huns!"

"Ha, even if the Second King doesn't intervene, can Rome really withstand it in its current state?"

"Isn't there Egypt too?"

"You want the King to break his alliance and make a treaty with Rome? By what right do you think you can do that?!"

"If we add the opportunity to explore the Inner Sea of Stars, all you want, besides territory, is this. And now, this thing is in our hands."

"Ha, you think you can make the decisions?"

"Believe it or not, even if you can't have it, at least Cyrus shouldn't get it!"

Nero answered without hesitation. The Pharaoh stroked his chin, his tense expression gradually relaxing, and his eyes revealed approval.

"Not bad, little girl, you deserve the King's praise."

"Ugh, that's ridiculous! I'm a genius!"

Who taught you these words?

"It was my own idea... it was my own decision!"

The little girl proudly puffed out her flat chest, glancing upwards.

"It seems the prince who took over the throne was seriously injured in the battle on the Eastern Front..."

Ramesses understood, and a pleased smile curved his lips.

"Hmph! The teacher is the strongest! If you have any bad intentions, feel free to come and try!"

Nero, like a kitten with its fur standing on end, glared fiercely at the Pharaoh, its teeth grinding together as if it wanted to pounce into the Sorcery Array and bite him.

The Pharaoh then snapped his fingers, his divine power surging, dismantling the Sorcery Array before him. He slowly rose, his golden eyes glancing behind the stone pillars of the main hall at the figure huddled in a white cloak.

"Nito, summon the Anubis Legion and awaken the Dark Night Sun Ship of the King of the Night."

"Your Majesty, we have indeed persuaded the Carthage nobles, but Hannibal, who holds military power, still refuses to relinquish control of the defenses..."

Nito heard the call, his ears twitched, and he hurriedly got up, pulled back the white sheet, and stammered a reply.

When did I say I wanted to attack Rome?

"So, what do you want?"

"If King Er is not mistaken, a Persian fleet is currently anchored in the nearby Chaos Sea..."

Ramesses glanced at the papyrus map in his hand and gave a cold smile.

"You're going to attack the Persians!"

Nito looked bewildered and somewhat lost.

"You believe the Romans' story?"

"Whether I believe it or not, those are facts..."

The Pharaoh gazed longingly eastward, his eyes cold and unfocused.

"Rome is already preoccupied with its own problems, and if Cyrus takes the opportunity to conquer Greece and obtain the Planetary Great Source, the next target will be Egypt."

Besides, there's no need for later; that bastard can't wait any longer.

Ramesses rubbed his aching neck and involuntarily twisted his stiff joints. Coming to his senses, he realized his lapse in composure, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"First, lure that fleet to the nearshore waters. King Nito will treat them well. You'll be in charge of the specific arrangements. Don't mess it up. After all, this is a gift King Nitob is giving to his new ally."

The Female Pharaoh who was called upon nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, then picked up her eagle staff and decisively began to get busy.

In the once again empty and silent hall, the Pharaoh stepped down from his throne, flicked his finger to summon a golden-blue scepter from Sorcery Array, and traced the smooth fracture with his fingertip, a sinister and solemn expression on his face.

A true god, a god-slaying assassin—the Eastern Front has summoned another dark god.

Persia, indeed, is too strong...

A few days later, at the Eagle's Nest, at the Evening Bell Temple, an encrypted letter written in Runic Glyphs and a crumpled piece of paper with the words "Moses" and "Jews" written on it were thrown into a brazier and instantly burned to ashes.

Snap...

On the black and white checkered chessboard, a piece is placed, and the precarious situation is instantly reversed.

Step 1, completed!

Samael looked past the King on the chessboard, picked up the white queen, and gazed at the several glittering crystals on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

So, it's just you left, old friend...