"That fat man is Marcus?" Roland suddenly realized.
"My God—was that the identity he chose, or—" Beast Boy swallowed. "Did he kill that fat man and take his place?"
"I feel like—the latter." Roland fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"I think so too." Beast Boy said, "Now there's only one person left. Who do you think it is?"
"I don't know." Roland sighed. "I hope the last one is Judas, whom I'm not very familiar with."
"—Do they really have to recreate history in this regard?" Beast Boy complained.
"Of course, it would be best if they didn't." Roland shrugged.
Over the next few days, the two continued wandering around the streets, but still found no trace of the last person.
That continued until they ran into Nero, who had come to watch the games at the Colosseum.
"His Majesty the Emperor has arrived." A herald loudly announced to everyone in the arena.
"Nero is here?" Hidden among the audience, Roland looked toward the royal box reserved for the emperor.
Nero had no horns this time and looked just like a human. She wore a glittering golden Laurel Wreath and a noble purple robe.
"Your Majesty!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
At Nero's arrival, the spectators erupted in cheers, waving excitedly at the emperor.
"A man should live like this." Roland sighed.
"Then take his place." Beast Boy added.
"Not bad." Roland froze, then praised him in surprise. "Your Chinese is pretty good. You even know that?"
"I discovered that some magical beasts learn much faster than humans." Beast Boy said, "So I took their forms and learned quite a few things."
"I see."
As they chatted, they looked around the stands. Beast Boy suddenly said, "Look at that Little Boy beside Nero. Doesn't he