Chapitre 966: MONA ROSEHEART'S SON

[A few nights ago…]

"YOU found a way to fight the Goddess of Misfortune?" Nero asked Neoma. "How?"

"Because I'm a genius."

He rolled his eyes at his twin sister's cheeky answer.

Neoma, on the other hand, just silently put grapes in her mouth while sprawled on the sofa in her pink 'pajamas.'

[So unbecoming of the empire's sole Imperial Princess.]

Nero was already used to Neoma's antics, so he just kept his mouth shut and drank his wine while waiting for his twin sister to speak.

And she did a little later.

"Nero, you're the boy who has everything."

"That, I am."

"You're so freaking annoying."

"Well, you're the one who gave me that ridiculous name."

Neoma, who hated being wrong, frowned. Then she got up, sat straight, crossed her arms and legs, and looked at Nero with glowing red eyes.

His twin sister wasn't mad, but she still looked intimidating.

Moreover…