"ARE YOU crazy?" Neoma snarled at Nero, then she realized that she asked a stupid question. "Right, you're crazy. But still, no. You can't come here, Nero."
Right now, she was on her bed– lying down on her stomach while talking to Nero using their old communication device: the pocket watch with a "mirror" that served like a monitor. So, basically, the two of them were having a "video call."
"Why not?" Nero, whose handsome face filled the "mirror" of the pocket watch in her hand, asked in a bored manner. "You and our parents are having fun on the East Continent without me. Why can't I follow you?"
"Because you're the acting emperor, duh," she said, rolling her eyes. "You can't leave the palace."
"But I already have everything under my control."
"And you have to stay there to keep it that way," she said. "But be honest with me, Nero. You're not planning to go here to see us, are you?"
"What made you say so?"
"I met a Roseheart fanboy."
