Had he been too bold?
The maids had begun dressing him. They unfurled a deep blue tunic, adorned with intricate patterns. Nero watched them in silence, lost in thought.
"This is really bad timing…"
His plan to defeat the Godless King was in its critical phase. If Ayeros uncovered his schemes…
A sigh escaped him, and he caught himself smiling—this time, genuinely. "That's what makes life exciting, isn't it?" he murmured, more to himself than to the maids.
One of them, a young woman with braided hair, glanced up briefly, startled, before focusing back on the buttons of his tunic.
Nero let out a soft laugh. Yes, it was risky. Terribly risky.
He'd just realized his plan wasn't as flawless as he'd thought, and everything could come crashing down on him.
Just when he believed he'd outrun his doomed fate, the past of this body caught up faster than expected.
It was going to be tight.
Nero furrowed his brow, clenched his fists, feeling a dull pulse throb in his chest.
