HELLO, MY BABY!

NERO knitted his eyebrows after he heard what kind of match Dahlia wanted to do after she challenged him to a fight. He, who was standing on the porch of the villa he was using, turned to the Black Witch standing beside him. "Come again?"

"Geez, Prince Nero," Dahlia, who was still wrapped in a blanket, complained. "Weren't you listening to me earlier?"

Hah.

Look at this little crybaby.

[Every time she's pissed, she becomes outspoken.]

That was… interesting.

"I said let's compete by making an ice sculpture of Princess Neoma," the Black Witch said. "Whoever makes the prettier ice sculpture of the princess wins. Let's make the Fletcher Twins and the gracious king of Hazelden decide the winner."

Yes, that was the "match" that Dahlia suggested earlier.

Thus, he was taken aback.

"That's it?" he asked, still confused. "When you challenged me to a fight, I thought you wanted us to engage in a one-on-one combat."