"..."
During a pause in their conversation, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) suddenly shivered. Much later, she understood why she had been defeated so easily. There was no snow in Orleans; what was cold was... the human heart.
"Mmm~~ mmm~~ What a splendid analysis."
Nero nodded repeatedly like a pecking chick, looking utterly delighted. "Your thoughts are exactly the same as mine. Though I have been confined to Rome, I have always wished to personally lead my army to the front lines in Gaul and fight alongside my soldiers. If even the Emperor does not go to the battlefield herself, how are the soldiers supposed to raise their morale and give it their all?!"
"I have decided. Within three days, we shall set out on an expedition to Gaul. What say you? Are you willing to go with me?"
"Well, there is no need to even ask that question~~~" Lianye said with a smile and a shrug. Such stiff politeness was nothing like the style of the tyrant Nero!
"A fine answer. I understand."
Nero immediately grasped his meaning and beckoned over the palace guards.
"Then it is decided. I shall personally lead the campaign. Tell the soldiers to make preparations at once!"
"As you command!"
The province of Gaul lay in the northeastern part of the Roman Empire and had already been incorporated into its territory long before the Common Era.
During the reign of the tyrant Nero, the vast empire stretching across three continents had even crossed the English Channel, bringing the Kingdom of Britain under its rule and renaming it Britannia.
Now, however, the suddenly emerged United Empire had seized more than half of the vast empire's territory. This was why Nero had to station the expeditionary force in Gaul to fend off the aggressive United Empire army