Nero's first instinct was to refuse, spiting in their faces as he cursed and screamed, telling them to go to Hell.
What kind of question was that?!
Why did they even think he would ever allow something like that?!
But then he looked into the eyes of the man standing before him.
There was no malice there, neither was there cruelty.
He could see a calm, steady gaze, like the still of a lake. Those dark eyes that held something that couldn't quite be named.
An enigmatic thing...
Although he couldn't quite make out what it was, Nero could tell it was not a terrible thing.
After all...
"The eyes are a window to the soul of a man,"
His father had once said those words to him, back when he was still alive. It had been when his father had gotten his quota from the Church— a single wild boar that would carry their family on for six months.
As he cut into neck of the boar and watched it bleed, his father uttered those words.
