My Annoying Little Big Sister Is The Pontifex Maximus!?

Prologue

It was the age of the old Roman Republic.

Far in the East, tribes of Doubters and their Foruciannic allies threatened the province of Roman Asia. Nervous whispers of war drums, camp-fires and inhuman, monkey-like cackling along the Republic's long Eastern border flow westwards towards Rome. Before long, Her Senate could ignore them no longer.

To answer Asia's pleas for help, the Senate appointed a new Praetor to do battle with the Doubters: Praetor Secundus Altare Regis Morius, also known as Morius the Younger. Altare, a seasoned warrior, went by many names. To many Romans, plebeians and patricians alike, he was known as the triumphant Doubtericus , Slayer of Doubters. To the senators, he was the cunning dominus daemonium , Demon Lord.

But to Altare's legionaries, the five thousand strong Legio V Stella Elysium with whom he fought alongside in the Copiumic Wars, he was also simply known as Leader.

" Ave Praetor Altare! Ave Doubtericus! Ave Leader! " His men greeted him at their camp, crying out and lauding his many names. The legionaries flew their banners high and their golden Phoenix signifiers sparkled in the sun.

"Aww, you guys." The soft-spoken Altare nearly blushed in front of his men at first. One of the newer centurion officers was startled by the decorated man's voice, but the other centurions shushed him.

" Faatus! You fool!" The senior centurions snapped at the newcomer, "Do you want to get your cohort decimated! Because that's how you get your cohort decimated!"

Altare glanced towards the centurions whispering amongst themselves. A cryptic, frigid smile formed on Altare's lips. The centurions promptly fell silent.

"Thought so." Altare whispered deviously.

He took a deep breath, held his head high and addressed his Legio with a louder, firmer voice.

"Ave, my brothers in Mars. Ave! The Senate has given me imperium to lead Stella Elysium again. We shall go East to do battle with the Doubters in Asia. Lend me your strength once more and we shall humiliate the Doubters and feast on their salty tears yet again - like we have done a thousand times before!"

The centurions and the legionaries cheered. They, too, were now as eager for battle as Altare. The Praetor was filled with pride, but there was one more task that tradition tasked him to accomplish.

Altare was to seek an audience with the Pontifex Maximus, offer sacrifices to Jupiter, receive an augury and pray for victory in battle, fair weather and favorable fortunes in his campaign.

All for the glory of Rome.

It was at this point, however, that Altare faced a fortunate misfortune.

The old Pontifex in Rome had passed away and the new Pontifex was still in their estate in the Province of Asia.

Aside from their Asian heritage, little was known about the new high priest.

"At least I won't have to take many trips." Altare counted his blessings.

And so, with springs in their steps and good winds in their sails, Altare and Legio V left Rome and sailed to Asia to do their duty. Little did Altare know that his fortune did not come without cost. A peculiar pint-sized storm of irritable, mercurial and precipitous misfortune was waiting for him in Roman Asia.

A familiar storm with blue hair just like his.

A storm that didn't give a damn about Altare's rising fame and imperium.

A storm that knew the true Altare from before he became Doubtericus .

A storm named Prima Kobo Kanaeru Morius, also known as Morius the Elder.