Chapter Two Hundred-Forty-Two – I'm not fond of you.
(High Moon Kingdom)
Nero stood at the door, waiting for the King to finish dressing up. He watched the King stroll out with a dead brown attire.
The lycan mentally face palmed, his Nene was right, the clothes the King asked her to buy, and liked, were the worst that were ever made.
It was probably due to the combination the King wore them with but Nero didn't have much hope on them alone.
Asher spun around as he noticed Nero's eyes on him. "You like it? It's indeed fine work."
Nero could only smile.
Asher exhaled. "Okay, let's go."
Nero became serious and nodded. He jumped down the window quickly, and landed, his eyes went up to see if the King followed but Asher strolled past him.
The lycan smiled, mentally reminding himself that the King was much more agile than him, and only lacked in experience of the outside world.
