Chapitre 809: RAISE YOUR OWN DEATH FLAG

"YOU'RE still in bed, you weakling?" Neoma teased Nero, who was still bedridden after getting his divine power sucked out of his body, while laughing at his face. "This is my I'm the noona and you're the dongsaeng."

She was just laughing to hide her worry.

But deep inside, she was seething.

Nero may be a violent psychopath with a small heart who could only love his family and two other ladies (*cough*Hanna*cough*Dahlia*cough), but he was still her baby brother.

[Nobody touches my baby brother and gets away with it alive.]

"What does our birth order have to do with this?" Nero complained, frowning. "And for the nth time, being born a few minutes earlier than me doesn't make you my big sister. Moreover, do you know that in some other cultures, they actually consider the second twin to be older? They believe that the older one is deeper in the womb and, therefore, has been there longer. Hence, I could be the older one between us, Neoma."