NERO let out a deep sigh while looking outside the window of his new room. He was sitting on the windowsill while holding a locket in his hand. That locket had Neoma's latest picture. But he didn't want to look at it anymore because the more he did, the more he wanted to go home.
[I have to endure for our future.]
It had been days since he arrived at his new home in Valmento (the Holy Land) with the Quinzels but he couldn't say that he had already adjusted. Even though the duke and his family were nice to him, he still couldn't say that he was comfortable in that place.
First of all, wearing clothes and accessories for girls wasn't something he could get accustomed to easily.
But the hardest part was living without Neoma, of course.
[I miss you, Neoma.]
"Nero?"
His thoughts were cut off when he heard a knock on the door, accompanied by Duke Quinzel's voice from outside.
Nero stood up before he spoke. "You may come in, Your Grace."
