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I listened to the whole story, and one question surfaced. "By the way…"
"What is it?" she asked.
I looked at Nero, genuinely puzzled, and asked bluntly, "Why did you give me such a warning?"
Just as there was no relationship between Heero and me, my relationship with Nero was equally strained. This woman had strongly inherited the Iron-Blooded Lord's blood, and her personality reflected it. She was indifferent to everything.
"That—" Nero was cut off mid-sentence.
"Brother! I'm back!" Verita had returned.
It's been less than ten minutes, right? I stared at Verita in disbelief. She was oblivious to my mood or thoughts.
She just smiled brightly and held up the box in her hand. "I'm sorry! All the cookies were sold out, so I had to buy a carrot cake. It looked really delicious!"
Why a carrot cake? Surely they had apple, strawberry, or even grape cake. As I stared at the box, Nero walked away without a word.
"Huh? Are you done talking?" Verita asked.
"No," I replied.
"Then?"
I ignored Verita's questions and fixed my gaze on Nero's retreating back. What the hell is wrong with her?
"Oh, right. Have you decided which clan to join?" Verita asked.
"Clan? Ah, I received one recruitment offer," I replied.
"From where?"
"Beowulf. The examiner...
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