"NEOMA."
Neoma smiled when Nero approached her after everyone left. "Yes, Brother?"
Nero said nothing. He just held her hand, then pulled her for a hug. "I'm glad," he said as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad there's a possibility you didn't die by my hands in your first life."
Ah, so this was why Nero kicked everyone out and stayed behind.
"Why didn't you tell me, Brother?" she asked, then she hugged Nero back. "Why didn't you tell me you have memories of your first life, too?"
"I don't remember my past memories like you do," he confessed. "I just had a long dream, and the things I saw weren't as detailed as your memories. It was as if someone just wanted to leave me some clues. Moreover, it happened when we were younger. I thought it was just a dream until things made sense recently."
"I see," she said while patting his back. "Is that why you were nice to me since we were babies? You were just guilty for treating me badly in our past lives?"
