WHEN the ice phoenix disappeared, Nero already prepared himself for an attack.
He couldn't summon Sev, and he didn't want to after he heard that the wolf was, apparently, the brother of the ice phoenix.
Thankfully, he could feel his Mana. And he gained a little weight lately. He was still on the skinny side, but his stamina had improved. Thus, he was confident that his physical strength could take on a phoenix.
Well, not really.
But as a de Moonasterio, he had no choice but to trust himself.
"B-Brother…?"
His thoughts were distracted when he heard the voice of a child that sounded really, really familiar to him.
[No way…]
A three-year-old Neoma suddenly appeared right in front of him.
He knew that it was an illusion, but he almost ran to his baby sister who looked so cute while looking up at him with those big, round eyes of hers.
And those chubby, pinkish cheeks…
