LET THE PUNISHMENT GAME BEGIN

"ALRIGHT, I'm going back to work."

Hmm?

Neoma was almost certain that the old crazy Nero who was obsessed with her was already back. But when her twin brother stood up and fixed his clothes as if nothing happened, she doubted her own guts.

[Why does it feel like he quickly returned to the same, amnesiac Nero?]

"Are you sure you're going back to work already?" Neoma asked worriedly. "You fainted, Nero."

"I'm fine," Nero said while combing his fingers through his hair. "If I take a break longer than I already have, Melvin would cry."

Pfft.

"Who summoned you, Nero?"

"It was William."

She waited for Nero to say more, but he didn't.

[Ah, so he doesn't want to tell me why William summoned him. Well, it's okay. I'm a cool noona anyway.]

"Neoma, forget what I said earlier," Nero said in a serious tone. "You need the selection to happen, don't you?"

Argh, she didn't like the look on Nero's face.