Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 417 Mission: 02-8 Road
Where should I start?
"In essence, all of this is still related to the beast of six hundred and sixty-six," Virgil said.

However, this "related" does not refer to anything done by the community [Beast of Six Hundred and Sixty-Six]. On the contrary, they are also "victims" exploited by the existence behind the scenes.

Nero now knew that the position of Lord of the Demon Realm essentially represented the candidate for the Demon King of the [Closed World, Dystopia], and that this Demon King was symbolized in the Book of Revelation by the "Beast 666." Legend had it that it was a seven-headed, ten-crowned dragon, the embodiment of all evil, the source of corruption, and the ruler of humanity.

At the same time, in the box garden, it is also the pinnacle of all demons and the enemy of God who holds the demon worldview [Simulated Star Creation Map·Reverse Life Tree].

"According to you, the one who really wants to resurrect the dystopian demon king is not the [Beast of Six Hundred and Sixty-Six], but someone else?" Nero asked.

"Yes. You also know that the [Beast of Six Hundred and Sixty-Six] was the community founded by your grandfather. So, after the struggle of that ragtag group failed, their banner was taken away by the being behind the scenes. The seal that Sparta left for Mundus was also broken with the disappearance of the banner."

Listening to the conversation between the two people in front of him, Mr. Nero's face was full of confusion.

He couldn't understand it at all.

"But the seal should have been reinforced by Dante."

"It's useless. Blood connection means similar spirits. The Spartan flag can also affect his son."

Virgil said, looking up at the door: "I will be busy with this matter next. I will talk about the details later."

Nero reminded, "I want to go too."

This was exactly what Virgil wanted, so he smiled, which was rare for him: "Of course, no problem."

It was at this time that Credo, who had taken time off from his busy schedule, finally arrived here.

"Nero." He acted much calmer than Jillie: "Long time no see, welcome home."

Very concise and to the point. Credo nodded at the doorway, his eyes meeting those of the other two sitting nearby. A hint of kindness crept into his serious face. "Congratulations on finding your biological father. I'm Credo, and nice to meet you both."

"Looks like I don't need to introduce myself."

Virgil sat there with a solemn expression, looking at Credo and Jillie standing behind him, and asked calmly, "I wonder what your relationship is with Nero?"

"Before this, I was her legal guardian," Credo replied solemnly.

"Our parents adopted Nero when he was only six years old," Kyrie added.

Speaking of this topic, Virgil suddenly felt guilty. He felt like a bad guy trying to snatch a child from his parents, so he shut up in a bit of frustration.

"Nice to meet you too... Credo."

Meanwhile, Mr. Nero waited until Credo looked at him before smiling and waving at him. However, his tone became somewhat complicated when he called out his name.

"Don't be so restrained. Since you're also Nero, just treat this place as your home."

"Well, I will."

After he finished greeting the guests, Nero finally smiled and nodded at Credo, saying, "Credo, long time no see—I'm back."

"Ah. Judging from your appearance, your original goal must have been successfully achieved. Congratulations."

It seemed that at least Nero, his sworn brother, hadn't been so busy that he'd forgotten things. Credo still remembered clearly that Nero's "goal" for leaving Fortuna and heading to the Little Garden was to search for clues about Sparta.

And this goal has indeed been achieved.

"Thank you. Is everything okay here?"

"of course."

As mentioned before, Credo had just stepped away from his busy schedule, so there was only a brief moment for small talk. Soon, with a cold expression on his face, he said to the others, "I'm not going to stay with you for long. We can talk again over dinner. Is there anything else you need?" "No, no, go ahead and do your thing," Nero shook his head.

"That's it, then."

Credo was about to turn around and leave. After saying a few words, Mr. Nero, feeling a little dizzy, quickly called out to him, "I say, Credo—"

"Is there any problem?" Credo turned and looked at him.

"You, uh..."

Even though he'd impulsively called out to Credo, Mr. Nero was momentarily at a loss for words. Impulsive emotions and complex feelings mingled in his throat, struggling to form words.

After an awkward eye contact, Mr. Nero finally forced a smile and asked, "How have you been lately?"

A hint of surprise crossed Credo's eyes, but he didn't ask what the question meant. He simply looked at Mr. Nero and replied calmly, without much meaning, "Not bad. I'm very happy."

"Yeah."

Mr. Nero breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"That's good," he said. "Me too."

"Thank you for your concern."

Credo, wearing the papal robe, nodded again, and this time he really turned and left. Mr. Nero lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

Jillie glanced at him, then her eyes moved over Nero and Virgil. She chuckled and said, "I'll go prepare some refreshments. Do you want anything to eat?"

"Black tea will do." Nero smiled and answered for the other two who remained silent. Jillie politely left for a moment. The room fell silent once again.

So, Nero took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, then slowly said, "You can cry if you want to. I will pretend not to see it."

Mr. Nero lowered his head and sighed again: "I won't cry."

"It's really okay. Dad will pretend not to see it, right?"

Nero winked at Virgil, who remained silent, like a silent stone statue.

"Just say you won't cry anymore."

Mr. Nero raised his head helplessly, pulled his eyelids and opened his eyes wide to show Nero: "Look, you really didn't cry."

"It will damage your body."

"Bullshit."

Mr. Nero reached out his hand and tapped the Crimson Queen beside him. His voice lowered a bit: "I don't feel like crying, I just feel a little tired."

"Okay, okay. Really strong."

As Nero shrugged, she casually took out the poetry book with a capital V on the cover and read a passage.

"In the place where tears fell in the silent night, I look back and look forward..."

Virgil subconsciously murmured the following line: "I curse my stars and bless my joyful sorrow."

(End of this chapter)