The following morning, the academy cafeteria was filled with its customary vitality; however, for Nero and Khione, it resembled a tranquil enclave amidst a tumultuous environment. They located a modest table in the corner, with their trays of unembellished fare serving as a shield against the surrounding chaos.
Nero did not hesitate. He stirred his oatmeal and spoke softly, his gaze fixed upon hers.
"She attempted to recruit me. Elysia. Or, more accurately, conscript me. She claimed that the clan would offer protection if I returned to serve as their 'useful tool.''
He let out a brief, humorless chuckle. "I declined. I made it clear I wished to disassociate myself from them."
Khione listened, her expression not changing, but her spoon had stopped moving. The air around their table grew slightly cooler.
