Boudica laughed heartily. "If it isn't someone he likes, Spartacus normally wouldn't say this much..."
"Sorry, I'm the Emperor of the Sands (Emperor of the Sands), so you'd better not like me..."
At this moment, Lianye only wanted to use his identity as the "Emperor of the Sands" as a shield. Being liked by Spartacus was really not something he could laugh about...
203, Hatred
"Looks like you all get along quite well... Mm-hmm, I needn't mediate between you after all..."
Nero nodded, her face wearing the same reassuring smile as always. "Then, I seem to be a little tired. I must rest well for tomorrow's battle. Boudica, I'll leave the task of entertaining Sir Lianye and the others to you."
"No problem."
After receiving Boudica's affirmative reply, Nero walked toward the main tent with peace of mind.
"Though she doesn't look like there's much wrong on the surface, she's actually quite unsettled inside."
Watching Nero's back, Boudica spoke in a gentle tone.
As the saying went, no one understood a person better than her mortal enemy. Boudica understood Nero's emotional state very clearly at this moment.
—Eh, wait.
Boudica had not actually fought Emperor Nero head-on during her lifetime. She had merely been wiped out by a legion led by one of the Roman Empire's governors. There had been even less chance for the two of them to meet face-to-face. Thus, rather than saying that she understood Nero's current thoughts and emotions from the standpoint of a mortal enemy, it would be more accurate to say that, as an elder with the bearing of a mother, she could easily see through the thoughts of a little girl like Nero.
(PS: Somehow, removing the word "elder" makes the meaning rather subtle...)
"That's true. After all, she's treating former emperors with