"So… what do you think about Lady Ser—?"
"I don't like her." Neron answered his father flatly.
It was very rare for this boy to interrupt the only man he ever truly respected, but he couldn't help it in this instance.
Serah Crimson genuinely got on his nerves.
"Why don't you like her?" Mordred asked calmly.
It felt like a trick question.
'Why would I like her?' He wanted to yell in response, but he maintained his cool facade.
"She literally picked a fight with me out of nowhere. That's enough to give me a terrible first impression of her."
No… that wasn't quite accurate.
The terrible first impression he had of her had solidified long before they fought.
"You saw how she treated that Inept guy. She has a terrible attitude, a foul mouth, a prideful heart, and… she's just annoying!"
If Neron had to pick his ideal representation of a girl, he would go for Yera.
