Nero was standing on the last floor of the Dark Tower as per usual. This time, he didn't seem as calm as he usually was. Instead, his hands were fidgeting and he couldn't pay attention to the horizon that he always appreciated looking at.
'Now that Rick is inside my refuge, things are quite different. I can't relax at all. I keep thinking about what I will do if he starts to act out of my predictions. I know that I am not an oracle, after all. I know him for years, but he is the most clever person that I know...
'I sent Yuki there, but she couldn't do the job. Things don't seem to be going well to weaken his group and prevent him to start something. He could escape from the battle together with his friends and that precious slave... I wonder what I will do if that boy called Paul Ascends...'
