Nero knew very well that he would never be able to escape this gorgeous and beautiful prison. His dream of traveling the world would never come true.
Now that Azgoth could enjoy his own freedom by simply watching, the small, strictly maintained garden was all that was allowed to him.
As long as his mother Bella was in the imperial palace, Nero could not even escape. And after Atic became emperor, he would become a dog on a leash, following the orders of the great emperor.
"So, do you still need anything?"
"…"
Carl asked the frustrated Nero once again. Nero remained silent with his mouth closed, but then spoke with a grin.
"In Tumaria, they wear bandanas over their faces to block the sandstorm, right? Anything is fine, just get one."
"That's about it."
"And…"
Nero rummaged through his jacket pockets, took something out, and threw it at Carl.
