After dinner, Nero quietly slipped out from the manor—of course, she didn't think her actions were secret and unnoticed... how could the Boss and the maid not know?
She actually has relative freedom... sometimes Nero thinks that perhaps this relative freedom is even more lenient than she imagined.
At least, so far, the one who is the master hasn't specifically asked her to do anything, do anything... not even a bit to fulfill the obligations of a Black soul envoy.
So Nero feels that even as a Black soul envoy, one can live like a salted fish.
"Not resting?"
Just as she left the manor, in the small forest outside the manor, Nero met Da Zhe who was practicing swordsmanship here. Da Zhe greeted her proactively.
"The Black soul envoy seems not to need rest, right?" Nero leaned against the tree trunk and retorted.
Da Zhe weighed the Zhan Lu Sword in his hand and suddenly said, "Exercise a bit?"
