Nero woke up to the sound of some insect buzzing.
His eyes snapped open and he sat up with a groan.
He looked around, calmly taking in the weight of his surroundings.
Everywhere was quiet. The others were strewn out on the ground around him, with just Geor missing.
His gaze traveled to where he had kept his spear and sword the night before.
They were both still intact.
He frowned slightly.
'I thought he'd try something...'
While Nero did prefer seeing the best in others, he was not delusional, nor was he an idealist. If anything, he was quite the opposite.
He knew exactly was greed and desires could do to a man. He absolutely was not a naive child.
He had gone in, knowing the risks. And as such, had taken adequate preparations.
He knew there was absolutely no way he could trust these people he had just met. Both Gungnir and the Silver Blade were coated with a layer of the poisonous sap of the Purple Evergrowth trees.
